Brother in law was not the way Craig thought of Eddie. Eddie was his best friend, a confident, someone to spend real time with in a way he couldn't spend time with anyone else, even his wife. And this was the day that Craig had been both dreading and waiting for. It was Thursday, the last full day at the lake, and time to pay the debts of several nights of pinochle. He and his brother in law always had a cut-throat game for the two weeks, with a running total for all the games as well as a total per game. Craig occasionally won a game by a few points. Some times, as a matter of fact, he won more games than Eddie did, but he never won the running total. This year, he had lost all the way around: he had won only 8 of the thirty games, and was more than 8000 points behind Eddie. Well, that was that. He knew what was coming, and he both dreaded and waited for it.
As Craig sipped his second cup of tea-- hot, strong, sweet and milky -- he could see his two nephews and his niece packing up his kitchen and boat stuff. They had lost the two-week-long foul shooting contest with their cousins, and so were paying their debt. Of course Craig's daughters were just beginning to clean the other kids' cabin in payment for loosing the Yahtzee tournament. It was all fair and well planned. There were a dozen or more distasteful tasks on the last day, and a dozen or more contests. The losers did the work. And everyone lost at something, so everyone worked; but everyone won at something else, so everyone got out of something, and it was good, and fun, and what they always did and the last of the enjoyable rituals of summer vacation at the lake.
"There isn't enough ritual in life," Old Man Davis used to say. "And this place will keep them alive as long as it can." And so they had come to the lake every summer since before they were married. Old Man Davis didn't know it, but he and Clarissa had lost their virginity in cabin 6. And he suspected that Marion and Eddie had had a similar experience there, too. Now that he did think about it. Perhaps that was a tradition. Cabin 6 was the first cabin built, and was always referred to as "the little one," though at this point there were two smaller than it. The affection in his mother in law and father in law's voice when they referred to 6 might belie the fact that the loss of virginity was a tradition too. Well, that was not the tradition that made his crotch tingle this afternoon, but tingle it did. Dreaded and awaited, yep, that is how he felt.
Clarissa and Marion, Craig remembered, would be leaving for Boston in about half an hour for the day. They had won the afternoon off from the men. Clarissa had teased him every night in bed about who would finish dishes quickest. Was it really coincidence that Craig's turn came on days when they had stew, pie and omelets and her turn when they had hamburgers and chips? Well, Marion would enjoy the time away more: her kids were younger and took more tending that his and Clarissa's.
"Hey, Craig, my man, I had a great idea."
"Hmmm, some evil idea, I can see by your eyes, Eddie boy."
"When the girls leave, suppose we give the kids some money and send them to Manchester for the day? They can go to the mall, see a movie, play in the arcade, eat junk food: whatever they want, so long as they are back no earlier than 4 and no later than 6? What do you think? Then we would have the entire afternoon to ourselves, to um, settle up as it were."
"I think it's cheating. The bet with the girls was that we would take care of the kids for the day. We can "settle up" between the two of us while they are out on the boat or something."
"An hour? no, I don't think so. Eddie boy wants more time to "count" his winnings, so to speak. Besides, it's not cheating, Craig, my man, you didn't listen: the bet wasn't we would be with the kids for the day but that we would be responsible for the kids for the day. We don't have to be with them...!"
"Oh, I see. And just how much will this little adventure cost?"
"Gas for the car is free: it's on the company's card. Movies, $7, lunch $5, snacks $5, arcade $5, frittering money $3. that's $25 a piece, or $200 the lot. $100 from each of us....oh what the hell, I'll pay the whole thing. Whadaya say?"
Craig had been sold on the idea from the very start, but didn't want to answer too quickly. He stood up and meditatively slipped his hands into the back waist band of his bathing suit and ran his hands up an down over his ass cheeks, giving Eddie a little show while he pretended to think it over. There was that tingle again, dread and anticipation.
"Yes, you would have more time to 'count' your winnings. And I would have more time to pay them to you, too. Oh boy" the sarcasm was only half true, and Craig knew Eddie knew that. "Hell, I'm no welcher nor a piker either. You won, you collect. ('And I get what I want too,'" he though to himself.) "I say OK, but not a word about it until the girls are gone."
"OK, it's a deal. I'll go down to the bank and get the cash. See you in 15, Craig, my man," and he slapped Craig's ass playfully as he turned to go.
The girls walked up, dressed for a day of shopping: sneakers, tight legged pants, shell tops, and big sunglasses. Purses hung from their shoulders. "Well, we're off."
"Yeah, we know."
"Shut up. We'll see you boys sometime after dinner. I suppose everything will be ready to be packed? and the kids all alive? and none of them tied to a tree?" Marion had such a sense of humor.
"Yeah, and I suppose you'll both be sober?"
"Yeah, and well rested. Have a good day. Lunch is in the frig: casserole, and hot-dogs for dinner over the campfire should be easy. We'll see you then."
"Bye." They left, swishing their hips just a little as they took off for a "hen party." Craig knew this meant he was one step closer to what he wanted and feared, and his groin stirred as he thought about it.
"OK, Eddie boy. You go get the money. I'll get the kids ready."
"You got it, Craig, my man. I'll be back in 10 minutes."
Preparations
Craig pulled his kakhies up over his naked ass and zipped them up. He slipped his bare feet into his boat shoes, and left his shirt off. He took off his ring, his watch and the chain he usually wore around his neck, replacing it with the dog collar he had been given when Eddie came back from the bank. He also put on the Velcro cuffs. They were leather, about 3 " wide, and had large "D" rings on the back. This is how he had been told to dress, and he was nothing if not obedient. After all, he had lost cut-throat pinochle and he was no welcher. Though not asked to, he sprayed himself with cologne. He looked in the mirror and saw that his hair needed to be combed. No, he would leave it just as it was. The tousled-little-boy look might turn Eddie on. Craig knew he himself was turned on by it.
The cabins were arranged in loose oval a little more than a 300 feet the long way, but it felt like half a mile as he walked it. The Cabin12 door was closed, and the place looked deserted. Craig knew Eddie was inside, keeping the door closed to delay his entry. He walked up to the door and knocked. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. Finally, he knocked again and asked "Sir, may I please enter."
"Yes. Do."
The door opened and Eddie, grinning from ear to ear, let Craig in. "Nice collar. And I love those cuffs!" Eddie teased Craig.
Craig smiled, and said "Present and dressed as ordered, sir."
"Well, let's get right to it." Eddie connected a leash, about 4' long, to the ring on the dog collar and led Craig across the cabin kitchen and into the bed room. Here he doubled the leash and connected its middle to the bottom of the bed rail. Craig had to bend over, his ass in the air. Eddie patted Craig's ass, and reached around the front to unbutton his pants.
"So soon? I thought you would want to wait a while?"
"Oh Craig, my man I'm not going to _f_u_c_k_ you, not yet anyway." He unbuttoned the kakhies, pulled the zipper down, and slipped them down over Craig's hips. "Now, hollow your back so your ass sticks up some, Craig, my man." Eddie riffled through a shaving kit, and took something out that was blister wrapped to a piece of plastic.
"I thought you weren't going to..." Craig stopped in mid sentence when he saw what his brother in law had in his hand. It was about twice as big around as his thumb and a little longer than his middle finger. Where the hell had he gotten that? Did they sell such things in New Hampshire?
"Here, Craig, my man hold this in your teeth" Eddie said rotating the butt plug slowly between his thumb and first finger. Craig opened his teeth and took the red plastic between them.
"And we'll need some lubrication...."
Craig's eyes were wide and fearful as he saw that the tube was not KY jelly, but Ben Gay ointment. Eddie spread a liberal line of the smelly ointment down the plug, and giggled wickedly deep in his throat.
A stinging slap and "Well, Craig, my man spread 'em!" brought a tight grimace to Craig's face, but he obeyed. Eddie touched the tip of the buttplug to Craig's ass hole, and spun it gently. Just the tiniest bit of ointment penetrated the pink hole, and burned like fire.
"Nice and warm, I hope?"
"Yes sir, it sure it."
"What would you like me to do with it, Craig?"
"Take it away!"
Another stinging slap. "Wrong answer. Try again."
"Shove it in?"
"Really, that is what you want?"
"Yes sir, shove it in........please."
"Well, OK, but I would have taken 'wipe it off' as an answer. But if you want me to." Eddie slapped Craig's ass hole as hard as he could, shoving the buttplug in up to the hilt. He rotated it slowly, spreading the Ben Gay around inside.
Craig gasped and yelped, but did not try to escape. The leash held him bent over, even if the bottom end of the bed did jump off the floor for a second. The fire in his ass was unbelievable. And his _c_o_c_k_ responded by getting hard.
"OK, Craig, my man," Eddie said, undoing the leash from the collar. "Pull up your pants, and come on out to the porch."
Pinching his ass muscles involuntarily, and frowning at the heat, Craig stood and adjusted his clothing. He walked gingerly, twisting his ass, following Eddie to the porch.
"Sit and be comfortable, or as comfortable as you can be." Craig sat down in one of the chairs. "I always get a nice warm feeling here at the lake, don't you Craig?"
"Yes sir, very warm." He said as he squirmed in his chair. They looked out over the lake, the breeze at their backs. Eddie's feet were up on the railing, spread wide apart and Craig watched as his brother in law's hands idly, absent mindedly massaged the lump. Craig flexed and unflexed his anus involuntarily as the stinging ointment melted and oozed out of his asshole around the plastic shaft of the buttplug.
They sat there for nearly 10 minutes. Craig didn't say anything. He had not been spoken to. Eddie shot him evil grins. Then just before Craig was going to ask if he could stand, one of the kids from the cabin next door came up.
"Hey, Mr. Martin, wanna play catch?" Bobby was 9, and loved baseball.
As the polite refusal, and "I can't, I'm busy" formed behind Craig's lips, Eddie spoke "He'd love to, Bobby"
Craig shot Eddie a look of fear and disbelief. And looking at Craig, smiling a nasty smirk, Eddie continued "But he can't. No, not this afternoon." He leaned forward toward the boy and with a conspiratorial raise of his eye brows and drop of his voice said "He's being punished."
"Oh-h-h-h!" Bobby said. He understood being punished, apparently. He didn't understand it was a joke, and took it seriously. "You've been bad, Mr. Martin?"
"Yes, Bobby and I have to stay in this afternoon."
"That's right. He's going in for the afternoon. Bye, Bobby. We'll see you later."
"OK Mr. Davis. Take it like a man, Mr. Martin. It's easier that way." He was echoing what he had been told of course, but Craig quailed at it anyway.
"Yes, Craig, my man it's time you went inside. Oh, first, wet your pants. I want an immediate reason for punishing you."
"What?"
"I said, piss in your pants, boy, and soak 'em good."
This was new. He had never done this before. But he did not dare disobey. It was just not done. Slowly, he strained, and he could feel the burning tingle as the urine moved down the penis to the end. First a drop or two, then more, until finally his kakhi's started to darken as piss ran back along his hips to his ass.
"Stand up, Craig, my man and let me see what you look like."
Craig stood, and turned his back to the open area among the cabins. Not that it mattered, the seat of his pants was as dark as the front. The wet marks reached below his knees.
"When the stain reaches your pants' cuffs, you can come in. You wanna piss some more right now, or should I get you a cup of coffee?" Eddie couldn't contain his enjoyment, and was almost laughing aloud. Well, that was good, that was what it was supposed to be. But still.
"I'll...um...." Mrs. Parker came out of her cabin. Was she coming over here? "I can do it." From god knew where, Craig found more urine in his bladder to make the stain stretch, too slowly, to his ankles. As Mrs. Parker smiled at him from across the open area, Craig snatched the door handle and went inside.