Maybe I should do a scene with the two of them to teach safety practices. I'll ask Frank about that. If the boys are going to play, they have to do it safely. I'll have to give that some careful thought. Bobby likes to be the bottom. I'm not sure about Steve. Nevertheless, both boys need to know how to be Tops and bottoms so they can appreciate their partner's needs and make it a good experience for both. This could be a very interesting teaching experience for me. I think I'd enjoy it a whole lot.
The boys got dressed in black, tight leather pants worn low at the waist and were shirtless except for the black leather vests. They each wore a silver chain around their waists and a small chain around their necks. They were _s_e_x_y in those outfits, especially with those tight well-formed butts. Steve's sister, Susan, helped them pick out these outfits.
Knowing they were going out tonight, Steve's sister came over to the house to make sure they were dressed "properly." She was in town for some lesbian meeting. She also had passes for us to use at the private club and gave me directions.
Susan is a very bright and beautiful young woman who recently graduated from Stanford and is working for an advertising agency in San Francisco.
She followed the boys back to Bobby's bathroom where they were still primping themselves for that right look. She glanced at Bobby's computer screen and saw this afternoon's pictures.
"Wow! Steve, did you do this scene with Bobby? Is there more? I want to seem them," she said.
I was blushing slightly not knowing how Susan would feel about these pictures and the scene.
"No, sis. Dave took those pictures following a scene with Bobby. Aren't they cool?"
"They sure are, little brother."
She used the computer mouse to flip through the pictures and then back to look at them again and then again to select those she found most interesting.
"Stevie, when is it your turn to hang from that tree and be whipped. I would really love to watch that. Please let me know when it's going to happen. At least make a video for me. But I really want to be there to watch. I'll fly down from The City especially to watch it live. Bobby, you have one cute ass. You look really, really neat. I'll bet you enjoyed that a lot, huh, kid?"
"Suzie, I'm so _d_a_m_n_ anxious to do a scene — I can't wait. It's unfair. These guys got the jump on me and didn't tell me about it. You really want to see a live scene with me?"
Bobby and I were both laughing loudly.
"You bet, kid! How about it boys? When's my chance to watch? Hell, I'd like to join in, too. I haven't spanked my brother's butt since he was a little kid pestering me to death."
"I'll stay clear of this one, Susan. I'll teach the boys how to do it safely and sanely."
The boys high-fived each other and in unison said:
"How about tomorrow?"
"No can do, boys. I have to be in Palm Springs very early tomorrow for a trade show. I'll be back in town next Wednesday. How about it?"
"That's ok with me. I'll put it on my calender," Bobby said as he quickly wrote it down.
"You know what, boys. I'm going to take you to the Folsom Street Faire, celebrating Gay Leather Pride Week, in The City when you get a little older. Both of you can get whipped in public in front of hundreds of people. Think you'd enjoy that?".
"You'll have to tell me more about that, sis. It sounds like fun. How do you know about all this stuff?"
Bobby quickly added, "I'm ready for that street show anytime. Why do I have to be older? I'm ready now!"
"Stevie, I live in The City and see the different scenes of a lot of different people. Some things are not necessarily my thing. But I respect the differences of people. I like having fun and seeing other people have fun, as long as its safe, sane and no one is harmed. Bobby, sixteen is just a little too young for the good people in The City to see a public display. I'd like to see both of you eighteen. At that age you'll be welcomed with open arms, I assure you both."
The boys sighed and were slightly chest fallen, but they very much welcomed Susan's participation in one of their scenes.
Life is never dull with these kids. I used to think I lived a very exciting life of friends and travel. Since I adopted Bobby my life has had more meaning and by far more excitement, twists and turns. He's a constant learning experience for me. The life I was living before him was self-centered, self-indulgent — and as I now know, without any meaningful purpose. Bobby gave me a real life.
Susan had to leave, but she made sure the boys looked just right for the club. She lined them up, made them turn to one side, then the other and finally backside. Tucks here, adjustments there, a little lowering of the pants for more navel show, a little tuck to make sure a bulge showed where their erect and crunched members were and finally a brush of their hair with a little spray. She patted each on the butt and gave them assurance they were just right for the Hollywood club scene. Each had a pierced ear, and she picked out the right rings to ware.
"I'll see your butts and backs whipped next Wednesday, right? And you kids wiggle those ases on the dance floor and have a good time. See you later."
"Right on!" The boys high-fived her and each gave her a hug and kiss.
"I know, Dave, you will keep these boys safe and sane. Whip them into shape, no pun intended. Teach them well. I don't want to see some amateurs next Wednesday."
She gave me a hug, a kiss on the cheek and pat on the butt.
"They're in good hands, Susan, no pun intended."
The boys and I had dinner at this crazy restaurant. It was filled with young people dressed for this club scene. I wasn't sure if some were dressed at all. Some wore outfits that revealed almost everything at the most, at the least they left nothing to the imagination. At the club Bobby had special instructions for me.
"Dad, you can't sit with us. Go off in a corner and hide yourself. We can't be seen with you. You know, it would be an embarrassment. You understand, don't you?"
"I guess that means I'm too old and out of place. Although I'd like to bang your heads in with a baseball bat, I'll be good and stay out of the way."
I found a quiet place where I had a great view of the dance floor and could see all the wild things going on. The boy was right. I would not feel comfortable down there.
The dancing seemed more like a disorganized high-intensity aerobic workout. No one seemed to be dancing with anyone else. They just gyrated on the floor in some sort of erotic ritual dance. It was pretty neat. Bobby was dancing so hard that he was sweating profusely, so much so that I imagined the leather vest was sticking to him. He took off the vest and danced shirtless. I had never seen him dance like that, so erotic, so sensual; or is it some spontaneous thing he makes up as he dances.
The club was really hopping and very wild shortly after midnight. No alcohol is allowed because all of the kids are underage. However I did suspect that there might be some drug use going on somewhere among all these kids. This teenage crowd did not look like a bunch of churchgoing goody-goodies. I sure hoped that my boys were not being tempted.
I was getting tired and wondered how much longer the boys were going to stay. For a while I lost sight of them. To my surprise they appeared at my table and said they wanted to leave now, as in NOW.
"Let's go, Dad. We want to get out of here. I'll explain later. Let's just leave."
I was glad to leave. I had enough and wanted to go home.
When we drove off for home, Bobby finally explained the sudden departure.
"Dad, they were using drugs. I'm not sure what kind. But some kids practically wanted to jam stuff down my throat. I was very suspicious of the Pepsi I was drinking. I felt someone had spiked it with something. Dad, neither of us wants to be around drugs. No one is going to pressure me into using drugs, especially some dumb teenager. We were both having a lot of fun until some of these dumb ass kids came along insisting on doing a little partying away from the dance floor. I don't care if I ever go back to that place. I'll stick to school and church dances. Although I'm gay, I'll dance with the girls because I like to dance, it's fun."
Steve echoed similar comments. I was proud of both of them. After about 15 minutes of driving, there was a lot of silence. Both boys had fallen asleep.
The next day they made their usual morning advanced placement summer school for high school students at the University of California Irvine and were home by 2:30. By 4:00 they had finished their homework and wanted to play. The normal June gloom weather pattern did not appear this year. The weather was unseasonably warm and a good time to play outdoors. I was working in my den and making some business calls. The French Doors in my den open to the pool area. The tree where Bobby and I had our last play is just 20 feet from the den.
I noticed the boys setting up some gear near the tree. I know what they're up to, so I just relaxed and watched. They had stripped themselves to thong bikinis. I really enjoy seeing them like that. There were two tripods, a digital camera and a camcorder they were trying to adjust in place. The boys were having some animated discussion on the best way to position the cameras for good shots. Each had a different idea. They need a third person to be cameraman. I'll gladly volunteer and do it, but first let them do their thing before I butt in. They may think I'm not home since the Ranger is in the shop for repairs. I put my phone to voice mail and turned the ringer off so there would be no interruptions coming from the den.
Steve was ready to hang Bobby by his wrists. The video camera was rolling. Up went Bobby's arms. Steve had to stand on a kitchen ladder to secure Bobby. Steve readjusted the camcorder for another angle and took a digital picture of his slave boy. Bobby was still trying to put a worried and frightened look on his face.
Steve got face to face, body to body with Bobby. Steve rubbed Bobby's back and then moved his hands down the boy's sides to his waist and then began moving Bobby's waist in unison with his and rubbing _c_o_c_k_s together. Steve hugged Bobby tightly with one hand and used the other to spank his ass cheek. Steve then stood back and rubbed his hands down Bobby's chest. He then started pinching and twisting the boy's tits. Bobby was looking up at his wrists, moving his head side to side and moaning in pleasure. Steve went to the back of Bobby and repeated the same process. He rubbed his hands down Bobby's chest, back up to pinch his tits again, then held Bobby's waist while he rubbed his _c_o_c_k_ around Bobby's ass.
Steve turned Bobby around by holding the boy's chest and fingering his nipples, so Bobby's back was to the camera. Steve used the small strap to spank Bobby's ass, sometimes a bit hard. Bobby yelled "Ouch" a couple times but did not hesitate to stick his butt out and ask for more.
"Please whip me, Master. I've been a very bad slave boy. I deserve punishment."
Bobby was wiggling all over the place as if in deep pain, which he was not. Steve dropped the strap and picked up the whip and started lashing Bobby's ass every which way from Sunday in an uncoordinated fashion. With that, I thought it was time to make myself known and show the boy how to do it.
I walked over to the tree and trying not to break the feelings of the scene, I said:
"Master, let's whip this bad boy. Please let me show you how to get the best results using this whip."
Steve was surprised and blushed. Bobby turned his head toward me and said:
"Hi, Dad, er Master. I'm being punished for sins against my Master."
Bobby wasn't the least bit surprised or embarrassed with my presence. He didn't give a _d_a_m_n_, just get on with the scene.
I told Steve to whip the boy with horizontal lashes and not up and down and crisscrossing all over the place. I told him of the dangers in case he eventually used a stronger whip. Steve took over with gusto and immediately caught on. Bobby got a very good whip lashing across his ass cheeks. A pinkish redness was appearing fast. Bobby did his usual butt wiggling dance in rhythm with the whip, sighing and moaning in pleasure. He has definitely perfected this dance routine to a very erotic and sensual level. For his size and age he is very much a person in tune with his _s_e_x_ual feelings and body, nothing is going to get in the way of his expression of _s_e_x_uality.
Steve is no slouch when it comes to knowing how to enhance his partner's _s_e_x_ual level. The boy rubbed Bobby's chest and pinched his nipples while whipping his ass. This was sending Bobby into ecstasy. Although Steve had a huge bulge in his thong, I thought he might feel a little cheated with Bobby having all the fun. So, I decided to stop the play and whip both boys.
"Wow, you mean it, Dad. That's neat. Steve, get you arms tied up and be whipped."
Steve had a look on his face that seemed to say, "I thought you'd never ask."
I pulled off Bobby's thong and told Steve to do the same. Both boys were now naked and tied to different tree limbs so they could see each other and enjoy watching the other get whipped. They could see each other's erect members. They loved it. I took digital shots individually and together. There were great shots on the camcorder of the two of them wiggling and dancing hanging from their wrists.
Since Bobby had the first share of being whipped and spanked, it was now Steve's turn. I strapped Steve's ass as hard as he did Bobby's. The first one he yelled "Ouch." After that, with each strap landing harder, he didn't utter a word of pain, only pleasure. Bobby was overjoyed at seeing Steve get a spanking and a hard one. Steve's ass was red and hot.
I whipped each boy well more than a 80 lashes on their asses, backs, upper thighs and chests. Several more pictures were taken. I had used up Bobby's digital camera's memory and began using Steve's camera, which had more memory. I then had Bobby whip Steve.
Bobby is far more used to being whipped than whipping someone else. The boy was much too light on Steve. He simply tapped Steve's butt with the strap.
"Son, this is how you should use the strap."
I gave Bobby one very hard slap with that strap across his ass. The kid yelled out loud, "Ouch." He looked at me and then at Steve. With gusto he spanked Steve 10 hard slaps. Then he began whipping Steve on the rest of his body, following my rules. Meanwhile I took video tape shots.
Each boy had been whipped by the other and each saw the other climax under the lash. They liked that big time. They also had great verbal talk as Tops and bottoms. As a Top they would torment the slave making the slave beg to be whipped. As a bottom they would insult the Top, which was an effort to enrage the Top to punish the errant slave more. Their verbal attacks on each other just enhanced their play and made it more spontaneous and fun for both. I was laughing inside listening to them. As head camcorder man, I had to be on my toes to record everything. God only knows what they'd do to me if I missed important parts of their scenes.
Then I had a neat idea to bring their show to a close or "climax" so to speak. I didn't think they had a clue how to really end it, especially with me there.
"Slaves, we're going to do something a little different now."
Steve was hanging naked from the tree. I told Bobby to stand face to face and press his body against Steve. Bobby was then hung from the same tree limb as Steve. I took a thin chain from the box and attached it around their waists to hold them together. I took another chain and wrapped it around their chests just at the arm pits. Each could feel the other's pulsating _c_o_c_k_s, feel each other breathing. When one moved, the other had to move in the same direction. Their faces were cheek to cheek with their heads resting on each other's shoulders. The look on their faces said it all: "They've died and gone to heaven."
I took the camcorder and digital camera and made many different shots. The boys did a kind of slow pulsating dance. The cameras were placed on their tripods to record everything.
I then began whipping one boy then the other. I made sure the boy being whipped received hard lashes on his ass and back so the other could hear the moans of pleasure and feel the bodily response the whipped boy was having to the lash. It didn't take long for each to climax down each other's legs. This was the third time they had climaxed during this afternoon's scene. I asked if they wanted to stop?
"Hell no," was the unanimous response yelled out in firm, strong voices.
I continued whipping each boy. They continued to dance to the whip and make their moans of pleasure. They seemed to enjoy very much hearing the sound of the whip strike the other's back and feeling the responses of the victim. This lasted for another thirty minutes or more until they climaxed again. Jesus Christ, will these guys ever stop climaxing? How can these kids do this? If I could bottle that _s_e_x_ual energy and sell it, I'd be far more wealthy than I am already.
I untied the boys. They hugged each other and each and both hugged me. I told them to clean up the mess, which they gladly did and went to Bobby's room for whatever. I needed some peace and quiet and time to wind down. This was more than an hour and a half of very intense play. I relaxed on the chaise lounge by the pool, listening to jazz music with just random thoughts going through my head.
About an hour went by, I walked into the house and heard giggling, slapping and laughing coming from Bobby's room. I passed his room and the boys were wrestling with each other in the nude. The TV set was showing scenes of this afternoon's play. A picture of the scene was on the computer screen.
I went to the family room to watch some late afternoon news. The boys came walking through in their thong bikinis carrying tennis rackets.
"Dad, were going to play tennis. You wanna watch or join in?"
"I'll come down and watch, son. You kids tired me out this afternoon."
We have a regulation tennis court on the estate about 20 yards from the pool area. A row of trees block the court from the pool area. I'll have to admit that watching the boys nearly naked in their thong bikinis playing tennis would be more interesting than watching another stupid crime story on the TV news. The physical stamina of these boys is amazing. They are in great shape physically and mentally. After this, I wouldn't be surprised if they went to the basketball court adjacent to the tennis court and played a little game.
In an hour they were tired and sweaty and ready for a swim. Both boys bodies still showed signs of redness from the whippings. In fact, I could see a couple of welts on their butts. I imagine they both treasure those few light marks and want to continue showing them off to each other and me.
"Dad, let's have a barbecue for dinner. May Steve stay over tonight?" as they headed for the pool.
"Get an ok from Steve's parents. It's fine with me. You have about a half hour in that pool and you guys start helping with dinner."
After dinner the boys cleaned up everything. Still wearing their thong bikinis, they spent the evening editing video tape and a slide show. About 9:00 they were ready to show it to me. They were thrilled. I was very impressed with the video editing. It seemed professionally done. In fact, I thought it was good enough to sell in a fetish store. The tape told a story and not random "home movie" amateur stuff.
"Thanks for liking the show, Dad. We couldn't have done it without you. That was one cool scene. Could you do me a favor, Dad?"
"If it means you want another scene tonight, forget it. I'm tired."
"No scene, Dad. Tomorrow's another day. My room is too small. It's 15 'x 15' and cramped. Look at my desk, library, electronic equipment, dresser, it's too crowded in here. I'd like to cut a door over there to use the next room. I can put my work area in that room. This room is my bedroom. And, by the way, a regular-sized bed doesn't cut it. I really need a king-sized bed. There are more rooms in this huge house than we're using. And you have two large rooms for yourself. What do you think, Dad? Please!"
"I can see it's a little crowded in here. But a king-sized bed, why?"
Steve was blushing as red as his ass.
"Oh, Dad, you're either kidding or you're dense, Jeeze?"
"And I suppose you want some large mirrors, too.?"
"I was going to get to that, Dad, but one thing at a time. You can only handle so much at your age." he said laughing.
"Should I strangle him now or later, Steve? I'll call Karen my interior decorator tomorrow. She'll get a contractor to do the work. And she'll help you modernize things with a new desk setup, wall coverings, a bed, mirrors and anything else you want for your office and bedroom. Maybe you'll want another TV set and VCR, some remote controls, special lighting and other things you haven't thought of."
"Dad, you're the greatest!" I got a high five, and a hug.
"How do our backsides look, Dad?"
"You're still a little pinkish on the backs, red on the asses and there are a few welts that should go away in another day. Do yourselves a favor. Don't go to a stronger whip to see how much you can take. Bobby, you like to go around in public shirtless when you can get away with it. Marks on your back would be hard to explain and embarrass you. Remember, both of you like to ware thong bikinis to pool parties. Some of the guys that go to those parties are in to the same scene as you guys, but you don't see marks on them. Be sensible and stick to the level you are at now. Ok?"
"I have thought of being whipped with a stronger whip to see what it would feel like. But I do see your point. In the summer I like to be free of as much clothing as I can get away with. In the winter I have gym classes. And, don't forget the Sports Club year round. You are so right, marks would hamper my style. I wouldn't like that at all. What we're doing now is harmless fun. I don't like being injured. I like having a smooth, clean body. Don't worry, Dad, I won't experiment. Promise."
"Boys, I'm going to watch the 11:00 news and a little Leno then go to bed. Neither of you have summer school tomorrow. But, son, you have a driving school."
"Steve is going to take me, Dad. We'll be up early tomorrow. It's going to be a busy day. Let's turn in now, Steve."
About midnight I was tired and finished with Leno's show. All during the news and Leno's show I heard laughter, giggling, moans and other sounds of pleasure coming from Bobby's room. During that time I used one of the guest powder room toilets. I thought the bed springs would break any minute in that boy's room. Bobby doesn't need a king-sized bed, he needs a trampoline back there. I hope the smoke alarms are working, the smoke and fire from those excess hormones could burn this _f_u_c_k_ing house down at anytime. Go to bed, Dave. You can dream of taking places with Bobby and having the time of your life. That kid has it made in far more ways than he could possibly imagined.
The following morning at 6:00 I thought sure I'd be up before the lover boys and get in some quiet exercise, a little coffee and a glance at the paper. Surely they would be making love until 8:00 and I'd have to use a crowbar to separate them. To my surprise they were both in the exercise room pumping iron. They seem to live in those thong bikinis. Their bodies were glistening from sweat. Apparently they had been at it for awhile.
"Morning, Dad. Got to get in shape so I can look like you instead of a skinny kid."
"Son, you eat more food than I do. You're not skinny, just lean and trim. But you burn up so much energy everyday that it'll be awhile, if ever, that you're no more than lean. Which is good, I think the both of you are in great shape for your age and builds."
"We're about finished, Dad. We're going for a swim to get this sweat off and get ready for breakfast. You can have the room, Dad, to get rid of that middle-age fat."
"Get out of here before I spank your ass."
"Dad, I'll wait for that."
"Get the Hell out of here, now."
"We got the message, Dad."
Bobby had breakfast ready. The boy is very much into nutrition and eating the right kinds of foods. He had fruits, juices, milk, bran cereals and an assortment of other things that only a health nut would eat. I thought bacon, sausage, eggs and French toast would seem nice today. But I didn't want a lecture from a sixteen year old while I'm trying to eat and feeling guilty about dying an early death from heart disease or some other horrible thing the kid would think up.
One thing about my son's meals is that there is not a big mess to cleanup. He's so efficient at cleaning that now he yells at me for being too slow. How things have changed in the last two years.
They were still in their thong bikinis not really making any attempt to get dressed, although time was running out on them to start the day's activities. That meant one thing to me: Any minute they would asked to be spanked. A hot ass would probably seem nice to them to start their day in the real world. They would know but no one else would know what they're feeling beneath the short shorts they're wearing out into the world. Sure enough, here it comes.
"Dad, we both need an over the knee spanking from you to begin our day. Please spank us hard enough to make our butts' hot. Please!"
"I thought you'd never ask, kids. Let's go into the Family Room. I'll hand spank the both of you one at a time. Who's first?
"Me, Dad!"
"Me, Dave!"
"Find a coin and flip it. Whoever gets tails is first."
They found a coin and Bobby won.
"Get your tail over here, son. Fifteen spanks will start off your day. You know the position."
Bobby eagerly laid himself across my lap with his head and left arm on the couch and legs dangling over my knees. I could see two welts from yesterday. Nevertheless, I laid into him 15 hard spanks that made him "Yelp" a few times along with an "Ouch" or two. His ass was red, and he took his right hand to rub it. I pushed his hand away and rubbed it myself. He liked that better. Steve was taking all this in with wide eyes and an eagerness to take Bobby's place.
Steve got the same treatment in the same way. Except, I let Bobby give him that last extra spank, number 16. And Steve let out a loud "OUCH."
"I'll get you for that one, Bobby."
Bobby laughed and said, "I can't wait, Steve."
"All right, boys. Your butts are red and warm. Get dressed and get on with your day. I've got things to do."
Both boys were squirming in their seats while traveling to the driving school in Steve's car. They wore their thong bikinis underneath their tattered, frayed and split up the side seam denim short shorts and the relative harsher fabric of the denim was rubbing against their sore butts. They had on tank tops that came just above their navels. The boys had wished they'd worn regular undershorts with a softer fabric for protection. But they wanted to feel _s_e_x_y and with hope look _s_e_x_y to others.
"Is your butt hot and sore, Bobby? Mine feels like I sat on a beehive."
"No _s_h_i_t_. Mine itches like hell and it feels like a bad sunburn. I wish I had worn regular underwear. The pain should go away in an hour or so, don't you think?"
"Don't count on it, Bobby. I think it's going to be like this a good part of the day."
"Maybe that last spanking was a little much on top of yesterday's scene and last night with you? But it was sure fun, anyway."
"You're going to look a little funny squirming around in the driver's seat with the instructor eyeing your every move. What's he going to think?"
"I don't know what I'll tell him. Just maybe he won't notice. Maybe it'll go away if I'm concentrating on driving."