SUNDAY DINNER V: SETTING THE TABLE


by HAZER <Jase10@webtv.net>

"Time to clean you two oafs up - get on the back deck!" Riley said, indicating the sliding glass doors swathed in sunshine from outside.

Joe and I were covered in pastry and quickly drying cum. In fact there was a dollop of cream on the tip of Joe's freckled nose that I had the irresistable urge to lick off. But I restrained myself.

WHACK! Bob's unforgiving hand gave us each a spank and we jumped. Our buttcakes jiggled under the whacks. Well, mine jiggled, Joe's are tight.

"He said - ON THE DECK, NOW BUTTS!" Bob growled.

Joe and I moved outside. Riley said something about "setting the table" and left the kitchen. They had actually ordered Chinese food, and this was just another part of Hell Year. I could still feel the absence of the wooden spoon in my crack.

We stepped out in the sunshine of the back deck. There's a sorority house next door to us, and I prayed to God none of the sisters were out sunning themselves on their back deck. One time, the MIGHTY BROTHERS slathered the four of us in Crisco, and made us play Naked Twister on the back deck on a Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately there were sisters out there that day. And they found the image of the four of us, bareass and slipping and sliding all over each other in a human knot VERY humorous. I think they laughed the most when Joe slipped and his ass came down directly on Gil's hard-on. Joe got stuffed like a Christmas turkey. Luckily there was no damage. I would have laughed too, but Scotty had also slipped and his butt had landed on my face. Sigh.

We stood on the deck, shivering in the October sun. Our nipples were both rock-hard I noticed. Riley came back on the deck, carrying the garden hose, with the sprayer attachment. WE were gonna be even colder in a second.

"Okay, let's clean you _d_i_c_k_s up." he said and pulled the trigger.

SPLASH!

"YEOW!" both of us yelled at the deluge. Riley trained the hose over our faces, legs, chests, feet and crotches. We danced in the spray - begging him to stop. It was COLD.

Then I noticed, Joey and I were kind of huddling together for warmth, I was shorter than him and I kind of pressed my face into his hard chest, he didn't seem to mind - he leaned on me, too. Our hands covered our packages - which were the most sensitive to the water. It reminded me of that famous photo of the Marine cadets huddled together in their underwear while being firehosed down.

"M-M-MIGHTY B-B-ROTHER SIR, I THINK BUTTPIE AND MYSELF ARE CLEAN, S-SIR..." Joe screamed, teeth chattering.

I merely nodded. But BOB switched the hose off.

"Alright, Butts - but there's one area we haven't washed up yet. Bend over that railing, and crack a smile."

So, shivering, we did. Two macho jocks, dripping wet, slung over the porch railing, asses bobbing in the air- forced to spread out asscheeks and expose our holes to the outside world.

"Looks like it's time for a little target practice - and I just found me two pink targets! HAH!" he said.

SPRAY!

I felt like I was gonna be blown off the porch! ICY WATER invaded my butthole at high speed.

"YEOWCH!" Joe said, and tried to straighten up, forgetting and letting go of his buns.

"HEY!," Bob yelled, and strided over, smacking Joe on his ass.

"Ow!" Joe stammered.

"Keep em' spread, you're not clean yet, Buttcrack!" he said, and Joe nodded and bent over again, and spread em'. I had stayed where I was, rosebud wide open and winking. The hose started again and we yelped. Never again would I complain about the hot water ass-douches they gave us.

Bob alternated from butt to butt - so we never knew which of our rears was going to get it next. That's when we heard the sorority sluts next door cheering.

"GO BOB! Nice ass, Joey!" Pamela cheered. Joe is kind of the stud of our pledge class. (I told you he looks like Nathan on REAL WORLD: SEATTLE) We both looked over our shoulders, remembering to keep our cheeks spread.

"OH GOD NO!" Joe moaned. He knew if he got up, he'd catch hell, later. So we stayed like that - naked, exposing our asses to the girls we were eventually hoping to get laid by. Well, Gil, Scotty and Joe were. I was content with these pledge games.

"THANKS GIRLS! WATCH THIS!" and trained the hose on Joe's buttcrack, making him squirm much to the delight of the ladies next door.

"D'Oh!" said Joe, and blushed, face in humiliated anguish. It would be kind of hard to make an impression on these ladies after they've seen you naked and bent over getting a high speed icewater enema.

"We were right, you guys' asses do blush when we're working you over," Bob said and shut off the hose," Inside, dry off and go up to your rooms. Your dinner uniforms will be upstairs. You two are serving tonight! Be happy you don't have Buttplug's and Buttface's jobs!" he said, spanking us inside the house, dripping water everywhere. The girls taunts echoed in our ears.

As Joe and I hurried up the main staircase - we heard Gil and Scotty's protesting voices coming from the dining room. We didn't stop, desperate not to incur any more MIGHTY BROTHER wrath.

"Do we really have-urgghk!" SCotty sounded like he had been gagged with something mid-sentence. We'd soon find out what with...

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I came out of room, feeling almost as stupid as I had wearing the chef's hat. Joey and I met in the hall, both of us stuffed into French Maid's uniforms - complete with high heels. No underwear - and the hem of our tiny frilly skirts danced along our buttocks, making them itch. We both kind of absent-mindedly kept batting it away from our asses.

"Well, this sucks." I said and Joe gave that adorable hee-haw laugh.

"Certainly, does," he said, "Shall we?" and led the way downstairs, feeling the draft on our somewhat exposed _c_o_c_k_s, balls and asses.

When we got to the kitchen, all of the MIGHTY BROTHERS were there, already drunk and laughing.

"HEY GIRLS," Evan boomed, slapping us on our hairy asses, and kneading them. I don't know about Joe, but I had a hard-on as Dean played with my ass, too. I guess it must have been the outfit. Yeah, right. They each shoved a seriving tray heaped with Chinese food into our hands.

"Get out there and put the food on the table! And don't disturb the centerpieces!"

Centerpieces?

And Evan standing between Joe and I, gave us each a slap on our tingling butts which propelled us through the swinging doors into the dining room.

When I saw the "centerpieces" on our large dining room table (it's round by the way), I started laughing. I couldn't help it. Joe did too. Bob had been right - we got off easy.

Laying on their stomachs, side-by-side, but opposite so Scotty's twitching feet were beside Gil's face and vice-versa, in the exact center of the table were our friends. Bareass. Scotty had been painted bright blue, and Gil a bright pink. Their hands had been tied behind their backs. Their feet tied at the ankle. An apple was stuffed in each of their mouths. ANd the crowning achievement? A lit candle stuck out of each of their tight, hairy butts. The candles wobbled slightly in their clenched butts. You see if Buttface and Buttplug didn't keep their asses tight, they would get the butt-waxing of their lives. Their faces were already beaded with sweat with the effort.

"MMMMGGGRRRKKK..." pleaded Scotty. "MMMFFFHHHH..." said Gil around the apple stuffed in his mouth. They had something to say.

I looked at Joey, amused. He nodded and we each uncorked an apple out of their trembling mouths.

"Dude, please - take the candles out, please?" begged Gil, almost whining.

"Why?" I asked, all mock concerned.

"Cause, Evan put that hot stuff he made on them! Our asses are on fire! Dude I can't keep my ass still much longer, and we're going to get our butts burned if we start wiggling. This sucks! Please?" Scott pleaded.

I almost considered it, but then I think I recalled when Joe and had the hardons of our lives sitting in (and on) Evan's special high-chairs. We had begged for these dolts to relieve us manually and they had laughed. _f_u_c_k_ em'. Joey was smiling and I could tell he agreed.

"ya know, I would - but you guys butts do need a waxing. Much too much hair...." I said as I stuffed the apple back in Scotty's mouth.

"Yeah, you look like gorillas with those hairy butts..." Joe said, laughing and stuffed the apple back in Gil's protesting mouth.

"MMRRRHHHKLLLL..." said Scotty as the first drop of wax hit his ass and the BROTHERS filed in. The candles started jiggling in their human candle holders. REVENGE!

THE END. Any comments, ideas for the next story, or suggestions, please e-mail me.


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