Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2005 09:57:26 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Chronicles of Mark Sasson 09

Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is
not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to
male or bdsm relationships offends you, then you should not read this
story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Chronicles of Mark Sasson" 09 (M/t oral anal bdsm)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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As time rolled on, things evolved in ways that we hadn't even thought
of. Maybe not in the sense of Aron and myself. We had been in love for a
long time and that continued. As for Juan, he only saw Chico once again,
which became depressing for him. Chico informed Juan that he met this hot
boy at one of Ettore's dungeon 'wannabee' parties. The boy needed
'guidance' that Chico was willing to give. Juan moved out of Chico's place
and back into the farmhouse. Greg felt mighty bad about Juan's breakup and
took the opportunity to spend more time with him. At the same time, the
four of us got a shocker, when my dad brought home a man to meet one
Saturday, from the market. Greg came in first through the front door.

"You're 'not' going to believe this!" He stated, with my dad trailing him.

The two stood there, my dad with his arm around the stranger's shoulder.

"Guys, I'd like you to meet Jonathan Riegert," my dad announced.

"Dad, what does this mean?" I asked, looking back and forth between my dad
and Jonathan.

Dad asked Jonathan, "Excuse me, Jonathan, may I have a word with my
'sons'?"

"Sure. I'll wait outside on the porch."

After Jonathan left, Greg, whom already knew what my dad was ready to lay
on us, fled to the kitchen, then darted out to the porch with a glass of
lemonade in his hand.

"Now, I think this might be a bit tough to digest, but...."

"You're gay, right dad?" I answered quickly.

"Mark?"

"Dad, I think we all sensed that, but none of us had the guts to confront
you, okay?"

"Was I that obvious?"

Juan stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Look dad, we
are not surprised and for me, it's okay. I think you picked a hot looking
hombre. That's cool!"

We all giggled at Juan's choice of words. For my dad, it made the
transition a no sweat ordeal.

"Well, I guess that's that."

"Dad," whom Aron now referred to my dad as, asked, "Is Jonathan going to
live with us?"

"I don't rightly know the answer to that, Juan. Jonathan has a few acres he
works himself. Besides, I only met him today."

"Dad, you fast working hombre!"

Again, we laughed heartily at Juan's joke.

"Well, Juan, how about whipping us up some supper?"

"If you help."

"Oh, you know I can't cook to save my soul, Juan."

"You can make the crumble salad I taught you."

"Alright, but first Jonathan and I need to get cleaned up."

So, the four of us reunited with Jonathan and Greg, whom sat out on the
porch, sipping their lemonade. Dad and Jonathan than went upstairs for
their shower. Juan got tired of waiting for him to come down to the kitchen
to make the salad. After Greg took his quick shower, he joined us in
getting the table set and doing other little chores needed to be performed
before dinnertime.

"Notice the meek attitude about Jonathan?" Greg asked us.

"Yeah. Timid guy, isn't he?" Aron replied.

"Not at the market. Some farmer tried talking him down on the price of some
asparagus and Jonathan stuck to his guns. He be a real bi... bastard when
he wants to be!"

In my mind, I had already down dressed Jonathan and fitted him into a
harness, chaps and boots, a whip in his hand. I forgot to take his glasses
off, but in my reverie, he still looked the part of a master.

"And did you like that, Greg?" Aron asked.

Juan replied, "Check Greg's crotch to find out for sure!"

Greg gave Juan a love-swat on his fanny.

"You looking for trouble, amigo?"

"Yeah, maybe out in the barn later," Greg retorted, with a hint of bondage
and discipline.

Juan eyed Greg back, his hand rubbing along the belt donning his waistline.

"Can we play too?" Aron asked, mostly trying to gain my approval.

I replied, smiling, "I'll have to see if you're a good boy at the dinner
table!"

Guessing, I'm most certain Aron sensed some pulsing down yonder!

"What? Dinner's not on the table yet?" My dad spoke up.

The four of us looked Jonathan over. He looked different, changed from his
flannel shirt and jeans, into one of dad's white V-neck tee shirts and
casual khaki's. I wasn't the only one eyeing Jonathan up and down. Who
wouldn't be curious about Jonathan, with the dark brown hair silhouetted
against the white tee, hairy forearms to match. His muscled pecs stood out,
with tiny little perforations at the left and right of his chest. Either or
us could tell he had a stiff washboard. At his stomach the tee shirt showed
the indentation over his bellyhole.

"Sit here, Jonathan," Juan said, placing his hands on the chair at the head
of the table.

"Dad, you take your seat at the other end, as usual," I told him.

As became the ritual at dinnertime, I sat while the other three guys filled
the table up with the dishes of nourishment.

"Everything smells wonderful," Jonathan complimented us, not knowing who
had been responsible for making what.

"Juan is our main chef around here," My dad informed Jonathan.

I wasn't sure if Jonathan noticed, but all of us guys gave him our
attention, as he readied himself to eat. I could tell he had been brought
up well, as he first opened his napkin and placed it on his lap. Normally,
if our napkins ever made it to our laps, they never got opened up, except
to remove scraps of food from our faces. Tonight we followed the gentleman!

"Mmmm, very tasty," Jonathan reported, after tasting the chicken
dish. "Mexican, is it?"

"My mamasita taught me to make it!"

I've always wonderd about where Juan really got his cooking skills
from. According to him, his mamasita taught him, but then again he told us
he entered the orphange at age six and the only other family that he
interacted with had been his cousin, Manuel. Maybe Juan qualified for the
Guiness World Record, for the youngest chef alive?

"And the string beans are done to perfection!"

Jonathan placed all four fingertips and thumb together at his mouth and
kissed them off, just like a chef would do, sampling a gourmet treat.

"Muchas gracias," Juan answered.

"Yes, Juan is responsible for keeping meat on our bones," my dad replied,
tapping his stomach.

"Except for himself, I see," Jonathan said, staring at skinny latino.

Dad didn't say, but looking Jonathan over, he seemed to be around the same
age as him. Also, they both looked the same height, maybe Jonathan a couple
of pounds lighter, compared to dad. What turned me on right away was the
mass of dark brown hair covering his chest and forearms. I wondered if his
stomach had the same feature or perhaps a dark, defined trail or maybe
smooth. Did he have a deep navel or shallow?

"Mark?"

"Huh?"

"Jonathan asked you a question."

"Huh?"

Jonathan laughed, silently knowing what drew my attention away from the
ensuing conversation, I sensed with embarrasment.

"I asked," Jonathan reiterated, "what grade are you in school?"

"I'm a senior."

"I'm a junior," Aron matches my answer.

"I'm a senior, too," Juan replies.

"You, Juan? I thought you to be of college age."

I knew Juan felt uncomfortable with Jonathan's statement. More like a
dummy. So, I tried a coverup.

"Um, Juan hasn't had it so good in school, with the language barrier and
all."

"Oh, that's fishfodder! A man can do anything he wants to do. All it takes
is discipline."

Us guys were shocked by Jonathan's answer. Even my father showed some
sensitivity towards his comment.

"As a parent, plus the notion that these other three, especially Juan and
Aron, haven been in my household for several months, I can relay to you
Jonathan that neither of these boys are slackers.

"I see," Jonathan replied, putting his napkin to his mouth and wiping it
over his stache, as well as goatee. "Well, I do suggest you apply yourself
more young man," he rounded out his summation.

Seeing that everyone had chowed down, Juan decided to break up the
conversation, excusing himself to the kitchen. I, breaking from our
tradition, exerted myself, taking some dirty plates with me, in the same
direction.

"Whew!"

After setting the dishes down, I approached the sink. Juan had his back
towards me, leaning on the edge.

"Are you alright, Juan?"

"Are you kidding, Mark? Why do you think I have my back towards you?"

I laughed, reaching my hand around to feel Juan's crotch.

"He turned you on, did he?"

Sporting a short giggle, Juan turned. I could now see the visual
implications, a large bulge in his pants.

"That is one hot master!"

It became my turn to laugh.

"Bet you'd like to see him in action, huh Juan?"

"Do you think he would like to join us later in the barn?"

"Hey, let's not jump to conclusions now, Juan. We're not even sure that
Jonathan is like that," I warned him.

"I would love to be stripped, tied and punished by him. Now 'that' would
give me incensivetive to try harder!"

Juan messed up on his grammar sometimes, but we all knew what he meant.

"Juan?"

"Si, amigo?"

"Let's take it slow, okay?" I requested of him, giving him a hug.

"Si. You give me pleasure later, okay?"

"I'll try. My arm is going to be mighty sore, taking on you three
characters!"

Like many a tender moment, we matched up our lips and invaded each other's
privacy.

"Somehow, the taste of second hand Mexican chicken doesn't phase me," I
joked after our French kiss.

"Ahem!" Came the interruptive cough from Aron, dirty flatware clenched in
both palms.

Greg trailed behind with food-soiled bowls and some leftovers.

"Are you alright, Juan?" Greg asked.

"I'm fine." Juan cut to the chase. "Either of you hombres have the feelings
that Jonanthan likes bdsm?"

"Juan!" I scolded him.

"Heeey, a guy has to have a surveying!"

I smiled, after realizing it had only been Aron and Greg purged for the
questioning talley.

"What the hell," I replied.

Greg and Aron agreed with Juan. I figured I'd voice my opinion, which
stated the same conclusion.

"Boys?" Dad said, his head sticking through the springy, closed door
between rooms.

"Oh yeah. Be right there, dad," Greg assured him.

We all particpated in grabbing some plates and forks, while Juan removed a
heated, homemade apple pie from the over. I removed the square container of
Breyer's from the freezer.

"Oh my! What do we have here?" Jonathan asked, his eyes glued to the pie.

"Juan's homemade apple pie!" My dad gleefully announced, proud of his
'son's' baking efforts.

"I wish my Kenny could cook like this!"

"Kenny?" I quesioned.

Dad replied in his stead, "Oh yes, I didn't mention that Jonathan has a son
right about Greg's age."

"Twenties?" Greg replied.

"Twenty-one," Jonathan answered, then stuck a neat fork-full of pie in his
mouth, wiping it clean with his napkin.

All of us guys looked at each other.

Not thinking that Jonathan ever confessed anything of his sexual
preferences, Aron asked, "Is he gay, too?"

"Who said I was gay?"

My dad showed a flushed face, along with Aron.

"Sorry," My lover replied meekly.

Another desertation came from Jonathan.

"One should not going around assuming things. A person can get into trouble
doing idiotic things such as that!"

We all looked at each other, comprehending Jonathan's statement. I knew
Juan would be hard as a rock, but I wondered what the others thought, at
this moment. As we continued to chow down the pie and ice cream, Jonathan
kept on about the proper code of discipline in rearing up a child. I don't
know about the rest of the men at the table, by I surely felt like 'rearing
up'.

%

As the plan went, every night, Juan, Greg and Aron would handle the kitchen
duties, while my dad and I relaxed in the front room. Tonight began a
different tradition, as Jonathan joined us two.

"On yes, that's right, Seth. My Kenny steps out of line and I swiftly
counteract his iniquity with corporal punishment," Jonathan entertained my
dad's question.

"That's fine and all. I can't say that that is the solution with my boys,"
dad referred to all those under his roof, at the present time.

"Yeah," I concluded, "including me, the guys and my dad get along really
well. We all do our honest share."

Dad slipped out with a wink, "But Mark and the other boys still have their
fun in the barn, if you know what I mean?"

On the contrary, Jonathan got mixed reactions from dad's statement.

"I'm not sure I follow you, Seth?" Jonathan questioned, sitting up in his
easy chair, looking more alert.

"Their fun. Um..." Giving that matter-of-factly look, dad says to Jonathan,
"you're 'corporal punishment' ideas."

"The boys play?"

"Play?" my dad inquired, not sure of Jonathan's intentions.

I figured they did enough beating around the bush, so I spelled it out in
plain English.

"We like to have some BDSM fun."

Jonathan didn't hide his hand handling his privates, as he replied with a
grin, "You don't say?"

It wasn't any surprise to my dad. At least not at this stage of the
game. The first time he caught me whipping Greg on the back with a strap,
all bound up eagle-spread, now that caused quite a stir. He also knew that
I had taken some tips from Ettore and for himself, that made all the
difference between my amateurish and well-versed training.

"And how often do you, 'play', Mark?"

The conversation drifted from my dad and Jonathan, to the inquisitor and
myself.

"Whenever it turns us on, to do so. Maybe once or twice a week. Usually
it's a weekend, like tonight. We have school during the week. Like today,
we all yearned to have some fun tonight. You wouldn't want to join us,
would you, Jonathan?"

If I didn't ask, he would have invited himself. I know that!

"And you Seth?" Jonathan inquired.

"I've really been too busy with the farm and paperwork to join them," my
dad gave as an excuse.

I rightly never thought of dad being into BDSM, or wanting to play with the
four of us. He never let on to what or how the circumstances evolved, when
he met Greg during a 'wannabee' session, in Alex's dungeon.

"My Kenny is studying accounting. I've made sure that he balances our books
properly. That will free you up, to join us, Seth."

"Sure dad," I agreed. "We haven't been spending a lot of time together
lately."

"Well, I guess I could."

Though, I hadn't thought how my dad would fit in. He never stated his
preference when he first met Greg, whether fallinging into the top or
bottom role.

"Sure, Seth. Come on and have some fun with our son's tonight!"

I asked Jonathan, "Will Kenny be joining us?"

"Certainly. He would feel disappointed if I didn't extend an invitation to
him. I'll call him now, in fact and he can drive over. What time will we be
getting started?"

Dad looked to me.

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, with a hint of humor, "As soon as the
peons are finished with the kitchen duties!"

I'm not so sure that Jonathan took that as a statement, with full
humoristic implications, which caused my loins to quake.

"Direct me to your telephone, Seth."

Without further ado, dad led Jonathan over to his desk. With a disciplinary
frame of mind, I wasn't sure if his comment to my dad had been given as an
order or request. He didn't ask with a 'please', but rather as a
directive. Again I wondered what dad's role would be.

%

When we all heard the truck pull up, we walked out the front door, to greet
the inhabitant of the 4x4.

Standing next to Greg, I heard a subdued, "Oh, hot!"

I didn't know whether he meant the wheels or what was inside. However,
Greg's eyes didn't leave the male figure, from the time he hopped out from
the open door, til he stood within our circle.

"Good evening, sir," Kenny greeted his dad.

"Evening son. I'd like you to meet," he cut through all the guys, to me,
"Mark and his dad, Seth. Then there's Aron, Juan and Greg."

I didn't need any more feedback from Greg, as Kenny shook his hand. Viewing
the reaction from Jonathan, like myself, I saw they made an instant
connection.

With gut reaction, Jonathan surprised us all with his blunt remark, "If you
want him, take him, son."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," Kenny replied, moving in close to Greg.

Going with the flow, Greg smiled as Kenny reeled him in, like a fish. I
never observed what two guys did when it was 'love at first sight'. I took
it to be the same for the rest of us. Kenny reeled Greg in, like a fish,
hugging him closely. Greg did the same. Of course it had to be Aron to make
the first judgement.

"Wow! It's like they're in love and they just met!"

"Right," I replied, adding, "like us, Aron?"

Juan said, "Everybody except me got hombre to love!"

With one arm around Aron and seeing us all paired off, except my friend,
buddy and sometimes sex partner, whom Aron, Greg and I have come to love,
like a brother, I sensed a sad aura about Juan.  He hasn't exactly had it
easy all his life.

"Kenny?"

"Yes, sir?"

"What was Gino doing when you left?"

"Gino had finished up repairing the fence, as you ordered and wanted to
complete preparing the ground for the pouring of the cement tomorrow
morning."

"Go back home, tell him to get cleaned up and bring him back with you."

We all stood there, not sure what Jonathan's immediate plans entailed.

Jumping to conclusions, Juan called out, "You got hombre for me?"

Even in Jonathan's stern nature of telling his own son what to do, he
cracked a smile. His intentions weren't without compassion.

"We'll see," he replied, smiling at Juan.

"Mind if I go along?" Greg asked.

He looked back and forth between the two figures of authority. My dad
okayed it, then came the approval from Jonathan.

"Me too. I go too!" Juan insisted.

But Jonathan made him see that there wouldn't be room in the truck. Dad and
Jonathan went into the barn while Juan, Aron and I hung around outside to
welcome Greg and Kenny back, with what would hopefully work out as a
partner for Juan.

"What if I don't like him, amigos?"

"Juan, calm down," I replied.

Aron told him, "I don't think everybody sees love in a guy right away."

"Aron's right, Juan. That doesn't happen too often. Two guys don't see love
in each other right away, like Kenny and Greg."

"If we don't fall to love now, maybe we be friends, first?" Juan observed,
looking for a gut reaction from us.

"Sure you could, Juan."

A bulge in Juan's pants, told Aron and I that he hoped he would finally
happen upon a guy he could take seriously as 'Mr. Right'. During a lull in
our conversation, I wondered what dad and Jonathan had been up to, in the
barn. Taking a look, I saw that they had stripped down to the waist and
Jonathan moved his arm around, describing something.

"Come in, Mark," Jonathan replied, nicely, upon seeing me spying on them.

"I got curious to what you and dad were up to, sir."

Walking over to me, Jonathan placed his bare arm around my shoulder. He
walked me back over to where dad stood.

"Sir? No. You don't refer to me as 'sir', Mark. Either Jonathan or even,
dad, would be fine."

"I guess Jonathan. Is that okay?"

"Sure. However you call it, Mark," he reassured me.

Dad smiled, saying, "Jonathan and I are working out the logistics for this
evening."

"What are you planning on doing?"

"Well," Jonathan stole the words from my father's mouth, "your dad and I
thought we would have some discipline fun tonight."

"Like what?" I inquired.

"Training," my dad replied.

"Maybe you can fill me in on what the other's like, Mark?"

"Sure, Jonathan," I said, offering, "Greg can be a real pain-pig..."

"Hmm, like my Kenny, however when it comes to one on one, in a relationship
status, he can be an aggressive top."

I smiled, then continued, not wanting to get into that, "My Aron likes
mainly to get whipped, but can take some CBT and..."

"Oh, there's nothing like some hot torture fun. What about you, Seth?"

Now here's what I waited for. Some words of provocation that would bring
out some of my dad's past activities, and where his interests lay.

"Could be, I guess."

'Rats! What did that prove', I thought.

"So, what of Juan?"

"Juan, with a group is a total bottom. When he's with a guy, like Greg for
instance, he can top."

"Hmm, a kind of man Gino needs around," Jonathan replied.

"Gino?" I asked, forgetting about Kenny going to fetch him.

"Yes, a servant of mine who needs some intensive breeding!"

Jonathan looked at my father, laughing. Dad caught the joke and laughed
along. I smiled, my finger running along the barrel of my cock, as my hand
lay in my pocket.

"We're back, sir," Kenny reported.

The three of us turned around towards the barn entrance. My interest piqued
at what Gino looked like and Juan's reactions. I wanted to grab my cock
immediately!

Over ecstatic, Juan pulled Gino over towards me, a big grin on his face,
almost shouting with glee, "Amigo, here he is!"

I wanted to rip his clothes off and push him to his knees right now!
Tanned, Italian, gorgeous, are the three words that immediately shuffled
through my brain. Secondly, like always occurred, I wondered if he had an
innie or outtie or if his navel had been covered with hair. Strange, when I
went to shake his hand, he caressed me, in a big hug.

"Gino is very affectionate," Jonathan replied.

"I can see that!"

Juan replies, "Save some for me, Gino!"

"Time's-a-wasting," Jonathan finally summed up.

Dad replied, "It's only six thirty. We've got all night!"

Picking up on my dad's smile, Jonathan asks, "What time do you play til?"

I answered for my dad, "Until we get tired."

With renewed vigor, Jonathan says, "Hmm, this could go on all night."

I replied, "Wouldn't be the first time!"

"Shall we get started, then. Seth, your call?"

Had I gotten my wires crossed? I assumed my dad would be ruling the roost
with Jonathan and I! Dad looked at Jonathan, whom smiled.

"What would you prefer, Jonathan?" Dad asked him.

"You know my preferences, Seth."

At that, my dad began unbuckling his belt.

We all watched, until Jonathan called out, ordering, "The rest of you
cumsuckers, 'strip'!"

My eyes, glued on Gino's body, watched as he removed each stitch of
clothing. The nineteen year old, stripping his tee shirt off over his head,
made my head glance down. Oh man, what a fucking hot navel! I had to have
it right away!

"You, boy, over here!"

Aron, knowing that when he, Greg, Juan and I played, nothing I did would
mean to him as taking away from our love. We've had a relationship,
deep-rooted in love, for years now and nothing would change that. It even
turned Aron on, humiliating him with the fact of giving more attention to
another man. As I took Gino to a more secluded area of the barn, I made
sure my love's sweet torturing needs would be met as well.

"Aron?"

"Coming, Master Mark!" My love replied, falling into the play.

Juan stood there, whimpering, so I gave him the go ahead to follow us. This
left Greg, Kenny and my dad to Jonathan's vices.

"You two, strip and stand over there," I commande Juan and Aron. "Gino,
stand with hands behind your head, legs far apart."

"Yes, sir," he complied.

I never saw Juan strip so quickly. He and Aron complied with the same order
I gave Gino, standing there, hands behind heads, elbows up, hairy armpits
in full view, legs split, cock and balls hanging in the breeze.

"You want to suck my cock, boy?" I asked Gino.

"Yes, sir."

Completely surprising him, I reached for his chest ran my hands over the
dark brown fur that extended from left to right side of his awesome
pecs. He didn't flinch much.

"You're permitted to react, Gino."

At the command, his head dropped backwards, eyes closed and followed with
long sighs.

"Sensitive chest, boy?"

"Yes, Sir...oooooooooooh..."

"How about these nips?"

"Yes, sir."

Gino had humongous balls and the more I played with his nips, the longer
his cock became.

"How big do you get, boy?"

"9.5, sir."

"Exactly?"

"Master Jonathan measured me."

"He did, did he?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I supposed he knows how deep your ass channel is, too?"

"Yes, Sir."

That made me smile. I know, since I looked over towards Juan and Aron and
they grinned back.

"What if I ordered you to fuck one of the other boys with that big tool of
your's Gino?"

"I do what I'm told, sir."

'Oh man,' I thought. 'We're going to have a lot of fun tonight!' One thing
stood determined in my mind. I was going to make Juan and Gino very
familiar with each other. My goal would go beyond the BDSM aspect of
play. It turned me on, thinking of the different angle towards the
play. I'd also give Juan first experience of everything oral and anal. The
only pleasure I would take from them is pleasuring Gino's hot, hairy
navel. Then an idea came over me. Maybe I'd try something mutual I did to
Juan and Greg once. Walking over to a side cupboard, I opened the tall
one. I took a glance back to Gino's stomach, then selected a twenty-four
inch dowel stick. Reporting back to the three.

Right off the bat, Juan says to me, "Oh excellente!"

Gino looked to Juan and then back to me, eyeing up the dowel stick in my
hand. Juan knew exactly what to do, having experienced this sweet torture
with Greg already. He stood in front of Gino, his hands assuming the
'hands-behind-back' positioning. I instructed Gino to drop his hands from
his head, to behind his back, which he complied.

However, I surprised him this time, saying, "Here, Juan, you know what to
do with it."

"Si," came Juan's reply.

After taking the dowel stick from my hand, Juan looked down. He pressed one
end into his navel, Making it push into his belly comfortably.

"This hot, amigo. You see," Juan told Gino.

The Italian watched, as Juan pushed in with the dowel stick, to accomodate
pressing the opposite end into Gino's navel. I stood with Aron, watching
Juan plant the wooden end into Gino's hairy navel.

"I thought it would be your finger, Mark," Aron said to me.

"You looking for punishment, boy?" I said to my love, looking to him, then
back to the impaling action.

Letting go of the planted stick, I wateched as Gino's hairy belly became
contorted to the implement stretching the circumference of his navel.

"Here come best part of sweet torture. You see, Gino," Juan tells him.

Gino gasped, as Juan took a baby step forward. The hair on Gino's stomach,
contorted to that of his skin, as the dowel stick pressed deeper.

"Akkkkkkk!" Gino called out, as his navel stretched, to fit the end of the
stick.

Juan sighed, but knew of the sweet outcome, so bore the pain. After the
next step, he forced his lips up to Gino's. Regardless of the ensuing pain,
which had been considerable, it seemed Gino's wanting of Juan's lips
overcame that burning feeling in his stomach, as the two touched lips and
shoulders.

"You're so sly, Mark," Aron told me.

"Yeah, ain't I?"

Sometimes I didn't like the way Aron tested our own love. Why should now be
different than any other?"

"I wonder if you could do that for me?"

"Do what?" I pretended to not know.

"Take the pain of your navel getting stabbed for me?"

"Aron, don't go there."

"I guess not," he called my bluff.

What could I do? In no time, I watched as Aron had another dowel stick
planted in his own navel and extended the other end towards mine. I
couldn't help but smile at his puppy brown eyes. The dog! It took but one
kiss and a sharp pain on my part and we separated.

"Thanks Mark."

"For what?"

"For loving me!"

"Yeah, well you'll be massaging my navel all night, with your tongue!"

"That's all?"

Referring to Juan and Gino, I deviated, "Looks like they could go for a
three footer!"

Aron, again taking control says, "Why don't you just banish them to our
bedroom for the night?"

As Juan thanked me profusely for allowing him and Gino to take leave of the
barn, Aron and I joined my dad, Greg, Kenny and Jonathan in their 'game'.

I cautioned Aron, "That's going to cost you, you know?"

"Not much of a price, I'd say, to help Juan on his way to hapiness!"

"One of the reasons I love you so much, Aron," I said, taking him in my
arms, without the dowel stick in our navels, and kissing the hell outta
him!

%

"Deeper boy!"

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

We heard Greg scream out loud. Upon entering the scene, already in play, we
saw Kenny, arms tied above him. His stomach lay over the 'whipping
table'. His legs were tied outstretched. Greg knelt on the floor, his hands
bound to Kenny's legs. His tongue embedded in Kenny's ass. Greg stood bent
over. Neither Aron nor I could believe our eyes, as dad's cock lay buried
in Greg's ass and, his own ass a mess of light welts.

"Dad?"

"HuH?" Dad said, surprised.

Suddenly standing up straight, dad's long cock fell from Greg's ass, all
glistening.

"Did I tell you you could stop fucking Greg's ass, boy?" Jonathan told him.

"No... um, sir."

Aron and I still didn't believe our eyes.

"To the whipping post, boy!"

We watched my dad walk over to one of the posts in the middle of barn that
held it up. It must've been one of the things that he and Jonathan had
rigged up, since I never noticed the way the rope at the top had been
fashioned for binding the arms.

"Belly up to the post, boy!" Jonathan ordered my dad.

Dad complied, placing his hairy body up against the post.

Suddenly Greg stood there, speaking out of turn, "No! I'll take the
whipping for him!"

Dad replied, "I can take my own punishment, son."

Since Greg came to live with us, he often referred to him as his own son,
like me.

"Why don't we let our master decide," Greg put it to Jonathan, in a way
that might entice him, "whether to whip an older man or a nice young
flesh?"

Jonathan rubbed his crotch and I could tell he took Greg's cunning vice.

"Step away, Seth. You, boy, stand at the post."

I looked at dad and shrugged my shoulders at my dad. I couldn't hear what
he said to Greg, as Jonathan went to unloosen his own son, Kenny from the
bondage predicament he was in.

"I want you to be a witness to this, boy!" He told Kenny.

When Jonathan came back to the matter at hand, my dad and Greg had a heated
argument in flame.

"Only one way to hand this," Jonathan said.

My dad wound up getting tied to the other post.

"Which one do you want to punish?" Jonathan inquired, handing me a strap.

I couldn't whip my own dad, so stood behind Greg. I wondered how brutal
Jonathan could be.

"My dad's never been whipped, Jonathan," I said, more as a plea than
anything.

"Hmm... then how about this proposition. I intended on giving this boy,"
refereing to my dad, "fifty lashes for insuboordination and fifty for
disobeying orders, pulling his cock out of Greg's ass, however, being
lenient, I'm willing to reduce his sentence to fifty, if Greg takes a
hundred."

I knew Greg would have no problem with that. In fact, most likely his cock
was finding pleasure with the post in front of him, however, I wasn't
giving into this bargainhunter so easily.

"I got a better idea."

I could tell Jonathan meant to get his way with 'his' bargaining.

"How about Greg and Kenny each take a hundred and my dad none?"

Looking at his son, then me he replied, "You've got a deal."

"What about me?" Aron replied.

I could see the longing in Aron's eyes for inclusion, yet I sensed that he
wasn't ready for the brutal league that Jonathan played in.

"You watch your step boy, or you'll get it and good!"

Aron smiled. He knew I'd play with him too, later.

So, it worked out where I would be whipping Kenny, who stood bound with his
arms tightly stretched above him, to the whipping post, Greg to his
left. Jonathan started right in with an earthshaking lash of the strap that
cut across Greg's shoulders. Jonathan agreed on fifty lashes each.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" he screamed out in agony,
then replied, "Ooooh shit that felt sooooooo goooood!"

"You're turn," Jonathan told me.

I know my strike of the strap across Kenny wasn't as intense, but he sighed
with the same pleasurable response. This became the makeup of our whole
evening, pacing the alternating punishment, the strap crisscrossing Greg's
and Kenny's backs. I had to admit that Jonathan was a true expert at
delivering a good whipping. I also noticed the cockdrool down the whipping
post, in front of Greg. On the other hand, I could tell that Kenny was no
stranger to the back-beating punishment. We took our break after the first
twenty-five lashes, at which time we decided to tie Aron and my dad
eagle-spread between two other posts. I got my first hand account of
Jonathan making sweet oral love to my dad. It made me happy to think that
dad would find some happiness out of life. I knew I had my mate and I'm
glad he found his.

%

Cool whip for desert, on top of apple pie and ice cream?

continued.........

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