Date: Sun, 09 Sep 2012 22:02:10 +0100
From: nevermindwhoiam@hushmail.com
Subject: The World Can Turn Upside Down!  Part 5  Going Shopping

The World Can Turn Upside Down!

Part 5 Going Shopping

I am very sorry about the delay in posting this chapter; I was in a "bad
place" for a while and lost the plot, literally and figuratively speaking!
I have now re written this chapter, leaving out the worst of the dark stuff
that my proof readers both thought was OTT! Thanks to both of you for your
help and support, this story would have died a death without your help!

This is a work of fiction, any similarity with places, people and events in
the real world is coincidence. If you are not old enough to read this then
why the hell are you still here? Remember, this is fiction, not real, I do
not condone the sexual abuse of minors, do not go out and try anything you
read here in the real world. All actors in this tale were over 18 at the
time of printing!

In response to criticism received I would like to point out that this is
fiction, and events and technologies may or may not have been around at the
time this is set, somewhere around the 1970's and 80's with perhaps some
newer stuff as well. It's not meant to be an historical work, so please do
not get upset if I get it wrong! And please, all the Cunning linguists
amongst you, I can just about understand Dutch, but I have relied on Google
to translate and foreign languages. If there are mistakes please just
accept them and get back to pleasuring yourselves as you read this next
chapter of Peter and Douglas's tale!

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From Part 4;

"Come on boys, let's go and explore our new home!" Dad invited and we all
shot off to claim bedrooms for ourselves.



Part 5 A new base.



As we started to look around the cottage we realised that it was, of
course, empty! The kitchen and bathroom were useable but pretty much
everywhere else would need furniture and curtains and so on. The layout of
the cottage was pretty strange too, with a huge kitchen, a lounge with the
biggest fire place any of us had ever seen, a dining room and 2 further
large rooms on the ground floor. There were 2 staircases to 2 separate
upstairs areas, the one above the lounge was just one huge bedroom with an
en-suite to die for; full wet room with shower heads both in the ceiling
and in the walls. The other stair case led to 3 conventional bedrooms and a
family bathroom.



Once Dad came upstairs it was agreed that the official bedroom allocation
was the supersize bedroom with en-suite for Dad and the triplets would
share the largest bedroom on the other side, I would have the next sized
one and the third one would be for guests. Dad drew up a list of things
needed, furniture, cooking and eating utensils, TV, radio, clocks and so
on, the list seemed endless. Our planning was interrupted by a knock at the
front door, and Dad went down to see. At the door were Tony our Landlord
and his son Damien, Dr. Mark, Roger from the village shop and a couple of
others I didn't recognise. They came bearing 'house warming' gifts, ranging
from a basket of provisions, along with a bottle of wine and several
bottles of pop to a mirror in an handmade frame with the inscription carved
into the frame, 'this is how the world will see you!'

Our new landlord had brought a kettle, tea pot, a 6 place dinner service
and a pack of plastic cups!

I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on and made tea for all as
everyone looked round the house. Damien soon came and joined me in the
kitchen where he kept making suggestive and obscene comments about our day
at Marks Dads house. It was soon obvious that he was trying to get me to
tell him what we got up to, and trying to imply that Mark was, in Damien's
words, a 'Kiddy Fiddler'. At one point he tried to grab my package but I
simply told him that I had no idea what he was on about and pushed his hand
away. His whole attitude worried me, and I felt the need to warn the
triplets to be careful around him.

Soon everyone was back in the kitchen, collecting mugs of tea and biscuits.

 I managed to get Michi's attention and whispered to him "Be careful what
you say to Damien, I don't think he likes the sort of sexy games we play. I
think he might be trying to make trouble!"



As I was telling Michi this we saw that Damien was trying to get Thomi to
go outside with him so Michi said out loud to him "Thomas, Steffan, pas op
jongens, die jongen houdt niet van homo's. Hij probeert de volwassenen in
de problemen komen!"



Dad, Mark and Roger all spun round at this and looked hard at Damien,
having all understood what Michi had said. Luckily Damien did not realise
that Michi had been talking about him, and he continued to try and get
Thomi to talk to him. Tony realised that there was a situation developing
and bid us all a hasty farewell and took his son home.



I went up to Dad and said, "It's a shame as I think he is a very lonely
boy, but I also think he might be a bully too!"

"Well then we will have to try and make friends with him, and see if we can
get to the bottom of his problems!" Dad told me.



After everyone had gone Dad set up his mobile phone, and called his brother
Robert. Once he got through he said "I now have one of these new mobile
radio phones, so if you want to contact us this is our number" he said
telling his brother how to contact us, "I was wondering if Steven had some
time to give us all a lift into London? I want to buy some furniture for
the new cottage I am going to buy."

"Well here he is, so you can ask him yourself!" Robert answered

"Steven?" dad asked,

"Yes Uncle Douglas" Steven replied,

"Would you be able to fly up here and pick the four of us up and take us to
the London Helipad so we can order some furniture from Harrods?" Dad asked,
adding, "and then fly us back later today?"

"Of course I can" he replied, "and I'll drive to the Helipad in Dad's Rolls
so that you can take it on from there to Harrods"

"Oh thanks for the offer, but this time I'd rather get a taxi as parking
near Harrods will be a nightmare. But will you join us selecting stuff for
the house, and have lunch there, my treat!"

"Ok it's a deal! I'll see you in about an hour!" Steven said, about to hang
up

Dad quickly added "You will need to know where to come to, we now live in a
cottage on the other side of the canal from where we were, the garden is
plenty big enough to land it in! If you phone me on this number before you
take off I'll have the grid reference for you!"

"OK, got that! Bye,"

"Bye"

Dad hung up and asked me to go to GK and collect the Ordnance Survey maps
from the bookshelves, so we 4 kids raced down to the boat. Steffi won, and
soon had the maps in his hands. We ran back to Dad who looked up the
cottage on the map and made a note of the grid reference for when Steven
called.

The phone rang and it was Steven "OK Uncle Douglas, hit me with the
co-ordinates"

"Sure, we are at SP 45300 60986 on the south bank of the canal" Dad told
him, "We'll mark out a white letter H on the lawn for you"

"OK see you in an hour!"

We boys went out to explore the grounds and mark out a large letter H with
some sports line paint we found in one of the sheds, under a pile of tennis
nets, while Dad made some phone calls. In one corner of the garden we tried
to open the doors of a large wooden building which fronted onto the
canal. We couldn't get in, but it looked as if it was a boathouse, but we
could see through the windows that the inside had been filled in. When we
got back to the house Tony was back, minus Damien, to apologise for his
behaviour, but I told him that he had done nothing wrong; he had simply
asked what we had been doing the day before.

Tony explained that Damien had been aggressive ever since his mother had
taken her life. She had killed herself in the old boat house and Damien had
blamed Dr Mark for not reviving her in time. "He had previously been round
to the Doctors house, while Mark still lived with his parents, and had
often swum there. After the death of his mum he started to spread tales
that Mark had touched him inappropriately when he was swimming nude in the
pool with him"

Douglas nodded "And you felt that these tales were untrue, so you never
reported them?"

"Oh God no! I know that he used to swim nude there, and he used to initiate
sexual activity with Mark, and any other man he could get the pants off
of. He just needs to rebuild his trust, and to see that several hours after
his mum had drowned there was no way on earth that anyone could have
revived her!"

Dad went into one of his 'deep in thought' modes, then he asked "Would you
mind if we brought the boat house back into service, and used it to store 3
narrow boats?"

"3 Boats? Are you starting your own navy then?"

"No" dad replied, "The social services are having 2 boats built for
disadvantaged and disabled kids, and we" he said pointing to himself and
me, "are on the committee that has raised the funds for them. If we could
store them here it could save the council a fortune in mooring fees, plus
we could set up the shed on the side of the boathouse as an office/
classroom to teach watermanship theory to the kids before they go out on
the boats!"

"Well once the cottage is yours you could do what you like, so why not?"
Tony conceded.

"By the way, what was your wife's name?"

"Susan, Susan Shepard" he replied, with a note of sadness in his voice.

"Can you recommend a builder and a chippy who you trust tony?"

"Oh yes, if you are OK keeping it in the family my brother Fred has a
building company in the next village along, and he employs only the best!"

"Sounds good to me, please could you ask him to call round as soon as he
has some time, though not today as we are off to London for some shopping
shortly!" As if on cue we heard the chugging of the rotors of a Helicopter
coming in to land, and we all dashed out to watch.

Steven cut the engine and climbed out to talk to us. The triplets made a
dash for their cousin and he was hugged and kissed from all sides. He
walked over and shook hands with the adults and then came to me, "Ah a bit
better dressed than last time I saw you, and looking a lot healthier too!"
he said, shaking my hand too, "I'm your cousin, well technically still your
'second cousin twice removed' I think the term is, but I hear we will be
first cousins soon anyway?" he added.

"Yes" I agreed "cousin is much easier!"

With that Damien came rushing down the lane to see the helicopter. As he
got up to us he looked at me as if he would like to hit me or something but
I simply said "Steven, this is our neighbour, and my friend Damien Shepard,
Damien this is my cousin Steven McPherson."

Steven offered Damien his hand, and they shook, Damien looking across at me
confused. We kids all walked over to the helicopter amid calls form the
adults "NO touching!"

I took Damien a little to one side and said "I think we got off on the
wrong footing before, it would be great to have you as a friend, the five
of us could have some real fun together this summer"

Damien looked confused, and I realised that he was not used to people
waving olive branches so I added "I am sorry to hear about your mums'
accident, I know how you feel, my mum and dad died last weekend in a car
crash, that's why I am coming to live with my Uncle Douglas!"

Damien burst into tears, the grief he had been holding on to all this time
finally finding a way out. Without a moment's hesitation all four of us
hugged Damien and tried to comfort him. Michi said "I cannot imagine what
is must be like to lose a parent, mine have divorced, but we still get to
see them both, if we lost one altogether it would be dreadful"

As Damien had burst into tears the adults had started to run over, thinking
that one of us had hurt him, but they stopped short as they heard our words
of comfort to him. Then, in between his sniffels he managed to say "I'm
sorry I was such an arse to you guys, what you do is none of my business,
and to be honest I miss doing it with Dr Mark, I was so jealous when I
heard you had all gone swimming!"

I hugged him tighter and asked "When were you an arse? We never noticed!"
then I groped his bum and added, "but now you come to mention it you do
have a nice arse!"

We all collapsed in laughter, and the adults tried to sneak off to hide
their mirth. Damien suddenly said "Oh SHIT! I need to call Dr Mark to say
sorry, he tried to help me and I pushed him away, and tried to get him into
trouble, luckily my dad never believed me!"

I asked my dad, "Dad, may Damien use the phone to call Dr Mark?"

"Of course," dad replied, "I wanted to call him anyway to tell him that we
are out all day"

Dad dialled Marks number and explained that we were going to be out and
then he said "Mark, I have a very guilty looking young man here wanting to
apologise to you"

"Guilty looking? Can't be one of yours, they have nothing to say sorry
for."

"Here he is"

Damien took the phone. "Umm........"

There was a long silence and then Mark said "Damien, is that you?"

Damien stood there, tears streaming down his face and he whispered "I'm so,
so, sorry Mark" he dropped the phone handset and crumpled to the ground his
teen form racked with sobs and looking more like a rag doll.

Dad shouted to me "Peter, go and fetch blankets and pillows from GK, Michi
run to the house and put the kettle on for some tea!"

"Yes dad" we answered in unison.

Dad then picked up the phone and said, "Mark, perhaps you should get here
as soon as you can? He has collapsed and is not at all well"

"OK I am on my way; will you call an ambulance please?"

"I can, but Steve is here with the helicopter and can fly Damien and you to
the hospital, if you think it is needed!"

"OK but call the ambulance anyway, it's better to send them away, than not
have them and need them!"

"OK, calling now, see you shortly"

Dad dialled 999 and explained where we were, and the nature of the problem,
and the ambulance was dispatched.

I got the blankets and pillow and tried to tuck Damien up, but he was
shivering like a kitten in deep snow. Dad lifted him up and told me to put
some of the blankets on the ground for him to lie on, and then he told me
to lie down next to him to help him warm up. Steve went into the house to
help Michi make the tea. Mark was the first to arrive and he knelt, crying,
beside Damien and checked him over. "I think we can call off the Ambulance,
and simply get him to bed, a nice warm drink might be good though" Mark
observed, just as the Ambulance drew up, and Steve brought the tea out.

The Ambulance crew recognised me from that evening when I had my
anaphylactic shock and said with a smile, "Oh no, not you again?"

"No sir, it's not me I'm just helping keep him warm, he had a nasty shock
and was freezing!" I told the man,

Mark then added, "perfect diagnosis Peter, and well done!" then turning to
the Ambulance crew "I'm sorry, it looks like a wasted journey for you I
think he'll be fine with bed rest at home, but I told the people here on
the ground to call, just in case"

"That's fine Doctor" the ambulance man replied "better to come and not be
needed, than not come in time! Besides, it gives us a chance to check up on
one of our old friends here!" he added, with a smile ruffing up my
hair. "How are you then young man, been doing things with goose fat
recently?"

I blushed and said "umm not with goose fat!" the ambulance man just winked.

Mark and Dad lifted Damien to his feet and half carried him to Marks car
and Mark took him home.



Steven then spoke, "Guys if you want to go to London to the shops we need
to get in the air right away. There is a NOTAM out for the north of London
from 15.00 today and if we are too late it will mean a 200 mile detour to
avoid the area!"

"Notam," I asked, "what's that?"

"It's an Air Traffic Control warning, or NOtice To Air Men, warning that
the airspace, in this case over North London, will be closed to aircraft at
a certain time. I expect the Queen is going to be flying out of Buckingham
Palace by Helicopter this afternoon." Steve explained "The airspace is
divided up into areas and corridors, and it's like driving in all
directions on a flat unmarked desert. No roads to follow and no traffic
lights! Air Traffic Controllers can see where the aircraft are and can tell
them how to avoid hitting other aircraft by changing height or direction!"

 Dad locked the house, and GK and we all climbed into Steve's
helicopter. We all had to wear headsets, because of the noise, but this
meant we were able to hear Steve's conversations with Air Traffic
Control. A couple of times during the flight Steve asked Dad to re fold the
map he was using so that he could see better where we were. Initially we
flew over open countryside but soon we were flying over more and more
houses as the urban sprawl of Greater London slid beneath us.

"OK boys, I need you all to be quiet now, until I have landed, I need to
hear the instructions from ATC" Steve commanded, and we all told him we
would.

ATC directed Steve to fly a circuit to the south east of the Heliport which
took us over Brockwell Park and Lido. "Look down there, is Brockwell Lido,
where I go to train." Steve told us.

Looking at the swimmers from this height you could not tell if some of them
were dressed or not and I asked, "Do they allow nude swimming there?"

Steve laughed and said "Shh now, I'll tell you when we are down."

We landed safely and heard as the ATC told Steve that all flights were now
grounded until after 6PM, due to NOTAMs. Steve went quickly to do the
paperwork, and pay the landing fees, while Dad tried to get a Taxi. It
turned out that we would have to wait for at least 45 mins for a taxi, so
Dad tried a Private Car hire firm where he managed to book a chauffer
driven limousine for the 15 min drive to Harrods. Steve got back to us as
the Limo arrived, it was a Rolls Royce.

The driver, looking as sexy as hell in his grey uniform got out and opened
the doors for us, his eyes staring at the sight of 4 cute young boys, well
3 plus me, as he boned up in his uniform trousers. Michi noticed, of
course, and said in a loud, theatrical whisper "Kijk, ik denk dat hij blij
om ons te zien" pointing to the man's huge bulge in his trousers.

"MICHI" dad shouted, "Wat heb ik verteld over dat? "

Michi hung his head and pouted "Sorry"

The driver, bright red with embarasement said in broken Dutch
"Verontschuldigen me alsjeblieft, ik kon het niet helpen bij het zien van 4
zulke mooie jongens"

Dad laught and said "It's not you who needs to apologise, it's this dirty
minded prick teaser!"

The driver looked totally confused at Dads English accent, dad held out his
hand to shake as he explained, "Douglas Mc Pherson, these are my 4 sons,
Michi, Thomi, Steffi and Peter as well as my nephew Steven. The 3 blondies
live in Holland with their mother most of the time, but we all speak
English here!"

The driver, still blushing, shook dads hand, and then went the rounds
shaking everyone else's as he introduced himself "Gaylord Anderson, your
driver for today!"

Michi, ever the forward one, asked "Please may I sit in the front?"

"I'm sorry" Gaylord told him, "Adults only in the front"

Steven took the front seat and we all got into the back sinking into the
beige leather seats, Michi commenting "I bet it's fun to have sex in this
car!" dad glared at him, and the driver blushed again.

"Michi McP, we need to have a talk when we get home" dad said, "Gaylord,
please drive us to Harrods, but take the scenic route for the boys!"

"Yes Sir" he replied, setting off through the heavy city traffic. He took
us past parliament pointing places of interest out along the way.

Without thinking the first place he passed was a club call Charriots, Dad
and Steve grinned but Michi asked "What's so special about that place?"

Gaylord immediately apologised to Dad "Oh I'm sorry Sir, I wasn't thinking"

"No worries" dad replied, "But YOU can explain exactly what goes on in
there to this sex fiend of a son of mine"

Gaylord blushed "Err sorry umm......."

Dad looked angry "I don't expect to say things twice, I won't to my boys
and I sure as hell won't to hired help. TELL HIM WHAT GOES ON THERE, or do
you want to be spanked in front of the boys?"

"No SIR, sorry SIR" Gaylord responded, "It is a men only sex club, where
men like myself go to meet other men"

"WHY do men want to meet other men there, and who told you that you could
refer to yourself as a MAN?" Dad barked.

"I'm very sorry SIR, Men go there to meet cum pigs like myself for sex and
enjoyment"

"Dad?" I whispered, "how did you know about him?"

"Simple," dad replied, "The limo company I called only employ gay
submissive male drivers, he will do ANYTHING I tell him to"

"What he would drive in the nude if you told him to?" I wondered.

"Well no, but anything that is legal, or fairly legal!" Dad replied.

"Hmmm," I mused," so if you told him to would he suck me, in a private room
somewhere?"

"Let's see how much time we have, OK?"

Steve lent back over his seat and whispered to Dad "We could go to my flat
if there is time?"

Dad;" Hmmm, Gaylord?"

"Yes SIR?"

"What is your position regarding taking orders from much younger Masters?"

"Sir, I would take any orders from any of the Masters in this car, SIR, as
long as it would not get the Masters into trouble with the Law"

"Right, just before we go to Harrods you will stop for a moment at a
stationers shop, I need a couple of things."

"Yes SIR!"

Soon after the Rolls pulled up outside a stationrs and office supplies
shop, and Dad ran into the store. A few moments lated he came out with a
small paper bag which he gave to Gaylord, "In this bag you will find
various items, I expect you to apply them creativly to yourself, and when
you collect us from harrods I expect you to be dressed in ONLY your uniform
outer garments, with the items from this bag used to good effect before we
go to play for an hour or so. Is that understood?"

"Yes SIR!" Gaylord replied, as he tried to look in the bag.

Dad lent foreward and took Gaylords left ipple in a vice like grip,
twisting it and causing the driver to gasp in pain "Did I say that you
could look in the bag NOW?" he hissed, "that will cost you dearly"

"Yes sir, I am sorry sir it was wrong"

Seconds later we pulled up at Harrods, and Dad told Gaylord to go and get
ready and said that he would telephone the Limo office to radio him when we
wanted collecting.

Harrods, for those of you unfamiliar with the name, is the biggest and most
expensive store in London, they sell just about everything, all be it at
the highest prices anywhere! We went to the furniture department where
items for the whole house were selected, including the biggest possible
water-bed for dads room, we then moved on to the electrical department
where Dad bought 3 of the biggest TV's I have ever seen, as well as 3 of
the best HiFi units on the market. We then went on to clothing and Dad
bought some matching outfits for the 4 boys and then to sports where we got
some tennis things for us all and a pair of yellow speedos for me. The
sales assistant, who was so Camp I thought his right hand must have been
injured in some way wanted to give me speedos in my proper size, but I
explained that I really wanted them to be smaller. In the end we selected a
pair which were meant for 10 year olds and I asked if I might try them
on. The assistant started to explain that I would need to try them over my
underpants, so I said, "Perhaps you could come in there with me to make
sure that they look right on me?"

He quickly checked round that no one else was around, and then joined me in
the changing room. I dropped my trousers, and underpants and I thought the
guy was going to faint at the sight of me naked from the waist down. I
reached for his shoulders and pushed him to his knees and he swooned as I
brushed the tip of my cock across his lips. As if in a trance he opened his
mouth and sucked my boyhood in. The sounds of his blow job did not go un
noticed and the triplets also crowded in, closely followed by dad. As soon
as the assistant saw that dad was looking he went bright red, and started
to cry, "I'm so sorry sir, I really don't know what came over me!"

I joked, "no one has cum over you, yet!"

Dad looked sternly and said, "I think we need to talk, young man"

"I'm sorry dad... " I started to say, but dad cut me off,

"What do you think you are doing, taking advantage of my son in this way?"
He held up a hand to stop me talking and continued "Is this the way all
youngsters get treated in your department?"

"No sir, I am so sorry sir, I really don't know what came over me, you have
such beautiful children"

"Well perhaps you can assist us with the rest of our purchases, and since
you were so free with offering your special services to my son act as a
personal shopper for us?"

"I'd have to ask my department head sir"

"Well go and ask, or should I explain WHY you are asking?"

"No sir, I'll sort it out right away!"

He scurried off to speak to his boss while dad said to me "As for you, when
we are done you should apologise to him for almost costing him his job!"

The poor guy returned and said "Well sir, my department head has instructed
me to offer you any assistance you need, and has authorised me to take 20%
from your final bill by way of an apology! My name is Rodney, by the way."

"Does that mean you will forfeit your commission?" Dad asked him,

"Well we are not meant to admit to customers that we receive a commission,
but yes. I am very happy to forgo my 15% staff commission to be allowed to
accompany you around the store!"

"OK well we can sort something out when we are finished" dad told him,
"what time do you go home today Rodney?"

"Well actually my shift would normally end in 20 minutes, but I'm happy to
stay with you for as long as it takes!"

"Then perhaps you will join us for a bite to eat, and a little fun, when we
are done here?" dad asked while leaning towards the man and squeezing his
nuts gently.

"Oooh SIR!"

We continued round the store buying things for us, and the house, as well
as some gifts for the triplets to take home to their mum. Once we had
everything, and had decided which items we were going to take with us, and
which were to be delivered dad went with Rodney to the accounts department
to settle up. Soon after dad returned and said that we would meet Rodney
outside and then call for the Limo. Rodney came round the corner dressed in
the most flowery suit I have ever seen, with a huge hat and a little pink
flowery hand bag, it took all of our self control to stop ourselves from
laughing our heads off!

Dad phoned the Limo company and within seconds Gaylord pulled up at the
curb, and got out to open the doors for us. He looked surprised to see
Rodney and said "Rodney, I didn't know you were a friend of...."

"That's SIR to you, how dare you use my guests' first name!"

"I'm so sorry Sirs" he started to say.

All that dad said was "you will be!"

Steven gave Gaylord an address to drive to as dad leant across and checked
inside Gaylord's jacket "At least you managed to get that right" he said.

Soon we arrived at a villa in West London and Steven jumped out and entered
a code into the gate security lock. As we drove in the gates closed behind
us, and we pulled up in front of a villa, hidden from the outside world by
the huge mature garden. We got out of the car and dad told Gaylord to leave
his uniform in the car, as he would not be needing it he quickly stripped
and we boys stared as he was shaven completely smooth.

Rodney took Dad to one side and tried to explain to him that he was, just
like Gaylord, a submissive, and felt uncomfortable being "on the top side
of the fence" as he put it. Dad said that it was fine, and he should just
play along a bit.

Apart from being naked, hairless and very hard Gaylord was "wearing" the
items that Dad had bought from the stationary shop, some spring paper clips
which were clamped onto his nipples and his nuts as well as some rough
packing twine which was tied very tightly round his scrotum and the base of
his dick, causing both to swell up in a painful shade of blue. Another
piece of string was hanging down from his butt hole, and we later
discovered that it was attached to six large rubber balls that were all
inserted into his rectum! The rest of the string was fashioned into a
collar and lead, with paper clips unbent and pushed through it to make it
more uncomfortable for the wearer. Steven led us all inside and once
through the door Gaylord sank to his knees and lowered his head.

"Steven" dad asked, "do you still have all that brass ornamental stuff in
the kitchen?"

Steven grinned in an evil manner, "Oh yes, and my riding stuff is in the
boot room!"

"Ok, please lead the way to the boot room first, then on to the kitchen for
some weights for his gonads" Dad requested. Apart from staring at Gaylord
all of the boys were quiet, following and wondering just what was going on
with Gaylord.

Once there Steven opened a cupboard which had various riding whips in
it. "Gaylord, you are erect without permission, choose something to get rid
of that hard on" Steven told him.

"Yes sir" Gaylord replied, pointing to a long coaching whip.

"You would like that Gaylord, that big long whip wouldn't you?" Dad asked

"If it would give you pleasure sir, then yes I would like it"

"Bad luck, because we are going to use this one" Dad said taking a
particularly beastly looking riding crop down that had metal studs in the
leather flap at the end.

"Oh thank you Sir." came Gaylords reply.

Dad handed Gaylord the whip and said; "your erection offends me, sort it
out!"

"Yes Sir" he gulped and took aim and whipped his own cock head causing his
erection to subside, and almost everyone else's to harden even more!
Everyone that is except me, I felt the stinging, humiliating, blow and it
reminded me of my Uncle Erich, and the sort of things he used to do to me
for fun.

The tears welled up in my eyes and I ran out of the room and to a cloak
room I had spotted down the hallway. I locked myself in and sobbed... Dad
was just like Erich, he hurt people for fun.

There was a banging at the cloakroom door and Dad tried to open it.

"Go away, you are just like Erich, I hate you!"

There was whispering outside and suddenly the key was knocked out of the
lock and Steven opened it from the outside. Dad rushed in and grabbed me;
"Peter, Peter, Peter, I simply wanted to show you that there are men who
like to be on the receiving end of rougher sex. Gaylord does it because he
likes it!"

"Dad" I said, "please tell him to take off the clips and stuff, and please
let me make sure his cock is not damaged.. pleeeease!"

"Gaylord!" Dad called, and he came shuffling up on his knees, "My son..."
he started to say but was interrupted by Michi "Your SONS"

"OK my sons are not ready for this degree of sexuality, remove all the toys
and let Peter see that you are OK" He finished

"PLEASE" I almost shouted, "and stand up please"

Gaylord did as he was asked, but had a worried look on his face "I am sorry
that something I did offended the young Master" As he pulled the string
from his anus, with the six rubber balls attached, the boys all gasped, and
even Steven winced at the thought of it.

"Do you have any gentle ointment?" I asked Steven.

"Yes of course I'll get some Peter" came his reply.

When Steven returned I knelt in front of Gaylord and gently massaged his
cock and balls where the rough string had made it sore, and where the horse
whip had bruised and dented him. A look of panic came onto his face as his
cock rose to my ministrations but I said "Gaylord, you LIKE to be hurt
don't you?"

"Yes Sir" he answered

"Well I am going to be a true Sadist to your Masochist, and give you sexual
relief without pain, that will be your punishment from me. What you do
elsewhere is your business, but I for one will not stand by and watch
someone get hurt, even if they do like it!"

My speech was greeted by applause from everyone present, as everyone moved
to Stevens 'den' and proceeded to engage in some sort of sexual games. I
asked Gaylord if he would like me to wank him, and after getting a nod from
my Dad he nodded yes.

I was about to take Gaylord in my mouth but he stopped me saying "No Sir,
although I believe I am clean I have sex with as many as 20 or 30 other
people a week and there is no way of being sure, I could be carrying a
Venereal Disease. Just and hand job is fine"

It was my turn to look across to Dad who indicated to me that Gaylord was
right, so I brought him to a massive shuddering orgasm, which he claimed
was one of the biggest he had ever experienced!

"Dad it will be OK for Rodney to suck me off though? Pleeease?"

"If he would like to, and is careful then yes, why not?"

Rodney knelt in front of me for the second time that day, and started to
give his expert service to my extremely hard and over excited member. One
hand was stroking my bottom and I reached round and pushed his finger
in. It was his turn to look across at Dad, who shrugged his shoulders in
agreement. Rodney then inserted 2 lubed fingers and soon found my prostate
and was flicking it like you would a nipple in foreplay. He was driving me
nuts. He edged me for more than 10mins before I exploded into his waiting
mouth. He called Gaylord over from his current place sucking Michi to share
my cum with him in a passionate kiss, so hot was the kiss that I actually
came a second time from watching.

Gaylord and Rodney sucked the triplets off and Dad and Steven also got some
of the action before the clock in the hallway sounded 5.30 and we had to
hurriedly dress to rush back to the Heliport for our flight home.

Gaylord said he would run Rodney home after he dropped us off, and at the
Heliport we all said our goodbyes before they disappeared off into the
London Rush Hour traffic and we set off back to the cottage.