Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2001 22:02:50 -0800
From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com>
Subject: dorm-twins-7.txt
Dorm Twins: Part 7
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By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
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Brunch
------
I found it quite difficult to focus on brunch with the prospect of
a serious punishment to follow immediately after. Kyle was the
only one of the three of us to have much of an appetite.
During brunch, dad was kind enough not to discuss corporal
punishment generally or our upcoming punishments. By the time we
returned the elevator contractors were done and handed Jorg
several card keys which then went to us.
Jorg excused himself and Lane and I immediately took off our
clothing and bent over the arms of the couch. If I looked up
I could see him bent over and vice versa.
Dad lectured the two of us briefly saying that he understood why
we did what we did, but it was **not** acceptable. He came behind
me and flicked the cane in the air and said, "this is the first
time I've punished two of my boys at once and it wasn't both of
the twins."
Cane
----
I felt the impact before the pain of the cane. I let out a loud
scream. Dad was swinging the cane by taking a running step and
it felt like the rod had burrowed itself into my skin.
After the fifth blow when I tried to stand up, Kyle was asked
to hold me down. That was my sole comfort as dad landed
twenty five painful additional blows at full force with the cane
on my exposed bubble butt. I was crying very loudly when he finished
and then he picked up a razor strap and I found the back of my legs heing
violently assaulted.
"Stand up," dad ordered. I struggled to get off the couch arm
due to the intense pain along my buttocks down along
the back of my legs to my heels.
"SIR, thank you SIR, I'm sorry SIR, I was wrong to rape that boy
SIR," I said while crying.
"Get back over that sofa," dad ordered and I quickly got back over
the sofa and prayed that he did not want to punish me further.
Dad turned his attention to my lover and brother Lane. Dad was no
gentler with the cane on Lane even though it was Lane's first time
ever receiving the cane for misbehavior. Kyle had to hold Lane
down as well and dad took his time administering violent stroke of
the cane after violent stroke. Lane was crying even louder than I
had cried by the time dad was done with the cane and the strap on
the back of his legs left him hollering in pain.
"Get up now Lane," dad ordered and Kyle helped his twin brother
up.
"SIR, thank you SIR," Lane said, "I swear to god nothing like this
will ever happen again SIR."
"Get back over that sofa," dad ordered. "**Kyle**," dad barked,
"so your brothers were the only ones responsible for raping and
beating up this Seth?"
"SIR yes SIR," Kyle responded.
"Do you think they understand their lesson," dad asked.
"SIR yes SIR," Kyle responded again.
"Help Lane upstairs and lay down with him for a while, I'll take
Rafael," dad said as he picked me up to carry me up to the loft
where we had fucked a few hours earlier.
Dad lay down with his back on the hardwood floor and rested me on
top of him so my sore butt and legs were not pressed into the
floor. He held me kissing me and hugging me for about an hour as
Kyle did the same with Lane.
Back to Campus
--------------
Dad made us walk the kilometer back to campus which given how sore
Lane and I were was another mini-punishment of sorts. At the dorm,
Gerhard asked to borrow me again for a bit and I promised the
twins that we would hang for the whole evening together.
I give Gerhard another enema since Kurt was angry about the
stuble. This enema was to be four liters and included some soap
which would make Gerhard cramp up.
I decided that Gerhard would have to lick my sore backside and
legs during the two hours of enema punishment and in the process
admitted only that Jim Thompson had taken a fatherly interest in
me and was quite strict.
Gerhard loved the feel of my welted ass flesh and red hot leg
flesh. He admitted that he wished sometimes that Kurt would
discipline his slaves with a whip or the like. Several times when
Gerhard stopped licking because of cramps from the enema, I had to
scold him verbally to get him to keep licking.
Around 1700, Gerhard and I finished and I went back to my room and
the twins so we could have sex with each other to orgasm. I found
Lane laying on his stomach on Kyle's bed with Kyle at his desk on
the computer.
"Sex?"
Lane looked up at me, "I'm in way too much pain from the caning."
I lay down next to him and kissed him, "I know."
We went for dinner although Lane and I found it hard to sit. We
agreed over dinner to postpone any orgasms another week. "Fuck", I
thought, the agony of waiting another week. Then I thought about
Gerhard who would never have another.
Jorg 2
------
We were visiting the loft regularly since I also had a property
management card that allowed me to check on how the other units
were being built. The next Friday afternoon, I was horny as all
fuck since I had not orgasmed for nearly two full weeks.
I was checking out the fourth floor apartments when Jorg came into
the one I was looking at and kissed me out of the blue.
We headed upstairs to my loft and found the king size bed had
arrived. We threw each other into the bed and I found condoms in
the nightstand. Jorg ended up fucking me, but I was careful to
keep myself from orgasm. We kissed quite passionately and by the
end he was talking about leaving his wife.
I was fucked him with my cock still rock solid and oozing precum.
At the last moment, I almost kept riding his tight fuckhole rather
than pulling out to save my orgasm for the twins the next morning.
I called over to the twins and said I was going to spend the night
at the loft. Jorg stayed, crying and admitting he had married for
all the wrong reasons, etc., etc. In the morning, when the twins
showed up, Jorg was just leaving. I had already taken a second tie
from him.
I gave the twins the full scoop and then we decided to get the
orgasms out of the way before brunch.
O-R-G-A-S-M
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Prior to meeting the twins I had never really managed to go a day,
or even an afternoon, without jerking off. Since falling in love
with them, I was limited to one a week. But last week had seen
Lane and I rightfully, but savagely, punished for our misdeeds
leaving us in no mood for intense sex. That meant all three of us
had huge ball sacs filled with two weeks worth of cum that needed
out.
Before we got up into the bed, I heard the door opening. My first
thought was that Jorg was coming back in for something. But it was
our dad walking in.
"Boys," he shouted up.
"Up here dad," Kyle called out from the bed.
Dad walked up the stairs and came into our bedroom area. "I saw
Jorg leaving," dad mentioned.
I volunteered, "He and I were fucking last night."
"Ok, well remember he has a young child so don't wreck his
marriage," dad said.
"I convinced him to stay with his wife," I offerred.
"Ok; you guys must be horny as hell," dad said switching subjects.
Lane almost whined and I could almost read his mind, but dad had
different plans: "Let's get brunch."
I would have sworn that my cum was dripping out of my cock like a
loose nozzle, but we all headed out down Main Street for a local
pancake shop.
Over breakfast, dad announced his early retirement from his
company. He was getting a multi-million dollar golden parachute in
cash as well as additional stock options.
After brunch we went back to the loft and dad insisted upon
staying to watch us have sex.
Kyle felt uncomfortable but Lane just ripped my clothes off and
started sixty-nining me and then Kyle lost his inhibitions and
joined in by fucking his twin brother. From the corner of my eye I
could see dad taking out his cock and stroking it.
The boys and I took our time getting our delayed orgasms. After
about twenty minutes of intense 69 action with Lane, dad
encouraged us to put on a show in front of him.
Dad got us to stand up and have Lane and Kyle 'bookend' me so I
was bent over in the middle between the two of them. Kyle's cock
was plowing my ass while Lane fucked my face. Dad got into our bed
and stroked his cock. If found the experience of having my twin
lovers fuck both my holes while my dad watched unbelievably
arousing.
After a few minutes dad called out, "Rafael turn around."
Kyle and Lane pulled out and I turned around so Lane was spearing
me in the ass as Kyle fucked my face. Then dad got into the action
and started milking my cockshaft gently.
I could feel the precum oozing out and was ready to explode, then
dad put his lips around my cock and I erupted like a volcano. At
that exact instant I was rammed through with the boys'
simultaneous orgasms in my mouth and ass.
My cock just kept erupting like an out of control volcano and so
did the boys' cocks. It was an unbelievable sensation. I thought
my cock head was on fire as it kept shooting my spunk in to my
father's mouth. My twin lovers were equally on fire and Kyle's cum
was filling my mouth to the point where I felt like I was choking
on his gism. Lane's cum was still filling me through and through
as well.
Dad kept on sucking even after my intense orgasm was finished and
it quickly became painful; however, I was lodged between my lovers
cocks and could not escape his mouth. I began to shake slightly
from the sensory overload and dad kept at it.
Kyle finally pulled his now soft cock out of my mouth but held me
in place so I was still trembling as dad continued to force his
attentions on my cock. I swallowed the remainder of Kyle's
delicious orgasm and then Lane pulled out of me and I could feel
his cum dribbling out of my ass.
I felt Lane run his fingers up my crack to collect the cum and
then reach around to feed it to me. I drank his delicious cum with
pleasure.
The boys kept holding me in place as dad continued to suck on my
supersensitive cock. I suddenly found myself becoming erect again.
as dad continued sucking me deeply. Dad was determined to drain my
balls completely of all cum and there was nothing I could do about
it.
At dad's instruction the boys and I went to the bed and the boys
lay down at my sides and pinned my arms down. They kissed me as
dad continued sucking me off. After about thirty minutes of
nonstop assault from my dad's mouth, my body surrendered to an
intense second orgasm.
The boys were both tonguing me intensely as I my body arched and
gave up the orgasm to my loving adoptive father. Dad swallowed my
cum and he immediately launched into a third assault on my cock
which was a livewire.
I tried to scream and get free but my twin lovers had me pinioned
down and kept kissing me deeply as our dad worked his tongue on my
cock for a third time. The third one took longer and it was easily
an hour before my dad was able to draw out my third orgasm.
Finally satisfied that I was pretty drained, dad manipulated my
balls with his hands and stopped sucking me off. As he moved up to
lay directly on top of me with his two twin biological sons
pinioning me down on either side he explained, "I guess there will
be a lot more time for this sort of rendezvous now."
His tongue was probing my mouth as Lane said, "that sounds
terrific dad."
"Glad to hear you say that son, its really my turn to be relieved,
no?"
"Absolutely," said Lane as he reached his hand down to his
father's cock shaft and began stroking it. Kyle joined in with one
hand as well and our dad was practically swallowing my throat with
his tongue as the boys brought their father to orgasm with their
hands.
"Well done boys," their dad said after he recovered from his deep
orgasm.
We all lay there in bed together for quite some while without
anyone talking. I had never felt such intense love as since I met
my roommates and their dad--now my dad as well.
Dinner
------
It was around 1900 before any of us wanted to move again. I felt
totally exhausted from dad's intense tongue work and three hard
orgasms. Dad suggested we order pizza in and Kyle ordered it from
a local pizzeria. We all sat--naked--at the dining room table
discussing our situation.
Dad had spoken with the NFL scouts and it was looking ~extremely~
likely that the twins would be picked up by the NFL team about 100
miles away, but dad wanted ~me~ to finish school.
If they were drafted for the 2002 season then I had to promise to
stay in school here and live in this loft apartment. The boys in
turn had to visit when on home games, I could go to away games as
long as my grades stayed up. And, dad would take care of my sexual
needs in the boys' absence.
We all agreed to the proposal. We had just started discussing
summer activities when the doorbell rang. I was nominated to
answer the front door naked. The pizza guy was stunning and seemed
to ignore my nudity in the face of the $50, I handed him for two
$12-pies. The twins dove into the pizzas with abandon. I only had
like two slices and dad had about the same with the twins
polishing off the rest.
Homework
--------
After dinner we were lectured on spending more time on our
homework and dad administered about 20 firm swats with his hand to
each of our buttocks. Lane and I who had been severely caned the
previous week still had extremely visible welts on our butts.
The twins and I stayed naked as we spent till midnight working on
our homework. Then the three of us went up to the bedroom to sleep
together while dad stayed downstairs on the guest bed we had put
near the second bathroom.
Sunday
------
Dad came into our loft area bedroom at 0800 and got us moving. We
had fallen asleep in what I like to call a twin-sandwich. Kyle or
Lane cupping me on one side and then me cupping the remaining twin
on the other side.
Dad insisted that we discuss our summer plans even though they
were still months away.
We took a group run together along the river and discussed the
summer. Dad would be enjoying his early retirement. The boys were
going to go to a football camp for a few weeks and I would do
what? I asked if I could travel the country doing a photo journal
across the country. Dad agreed to pay for the trip and said he we
could arrange things.
When we reached the south end of town we turned around and headed
down main street to get some food. During brunch dad planned out a
cross-country tour with me that would let me spend a lot of time
with the twins but also see a lot of the country. I would get to
Alaska, Hawaii, California, New York, Florida (while the boys were
down there), and more. Dad was very keen though to also have me in
Alaska on the summer solstice to experience a full day of light.
Dad said he would get an itinerary back to me by email in a few
days to review and also some additional camera gear if I wanted.
In my private dark room back at the loft, I finally developed the
one roll of black and white film I had shot in Bonn over winter
break a few weeks earlier.
Alone in Loft
-------------
The twins decided to walk back to campus to go to a beer bust or
some such at the frat house and dad headed back to the mansion,
leaving me all alone in the loft. For a while.
I finished the prints of the castrated slave boys. Their pale skin
and mutilated bodies looked phenomenal. I resolved to redo the
prints in a mixture of different Sepia tones for my private review
binder at mid semester.
I was surprised to hear a knock on the darkroom door followed by
the entry of Jorg through the revolving light-tight entrance.
"Sorry to barge in," he said. Though I did not sense any sincerity
in his words.
I shrugged, "not a problem."
"My wife was really upset about me not coming home Friday night,"
Jorg explained as he began looking at my prints under the darkroom
light.
I nodded sympathetically, "I imagine you just wanted a bit of a
break."
"I tried to explain I was working late and did not feel safe
driving home so I stayed in one of the unfinished apartments,"
Jorg explained.
"She didn't buy that," I prompted.
"She bought it, but was pissed off that I hadn't called," Jorg
explained. "Can we get dinner together?"
"I really have to do some homework," I explained, "I've been
missing too much class this semester as it is, but if you want to
hang out for a bit we can order pizza later. But you have to go
home to your wife."
"Ok," he said seeming to relax at the knowledge I was not going
to just kick him out. "Anything I can do to help?"
"Give me some quiet, I have some color seascapes taken from of my
hometown of Ribadeo this past holiday that I want to develop so I
will need to turn off the darkroom light."
"Ok," he said, "maybe I can just watch TV for a bit?"
"Sure," I said dismissing him. When he left, I got my negatives
from Ribadeo arranged and then changed out the developer fluids
for color processing. Dad had really gone all out on the darkroom
so there was plenty of space and well designed developing areas
and chemical storage.
I decided that I wanted to create a panoramic shot composed of
several dozen small prints (6 cm x 6 cm) tiled onto a matte. I
knew that would make my photography teacher proud since we were
responsible for doing at least one piece involving composition of
photographs and I could not imagine anything more beautiful than
the views of the sea from my hometown.
I spent till about 1800 working on the prints without interuption
and developed about 50 prints that I planned to work from to
create the finished piece.
The darkroom was well ventilated and I cleaned my hands with some
special photographic cleansing soap that dad had purchased, but
I still felt like I reeked of the darkroom.
I convinced Jorg that I needed a shower and to join me. He was
eager for the attention. As I think I mentioned, Jorg looks quite
a bit like the talk show host Craig Kilborn. In the loft area, we
stripped and then went to the bathroom.
The shower was simply decadent. The sketch below should give you a
sense: the shower/tub area is enclosed by lightly frosted windows
on the sides of the building and full height glass walls on the
other two sides, and is about 4 x 4 meters:
`
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|DDDDDDD|MMMM|
|DDDDDDD| |
|DDD + +
|DDDDDDD| |
|DDDDDDD| |
|-------- |
|T + C|
|----- C|
|T + C| Bedroom
|GGGGG~G C|
|SSSS G C|
| SG |
|JJJJ SG +
|JJJJ SGCCCC |
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S = Shower Heads
J = Bath/Jacuzzi area raised up about one meter
G = Glass wall
~ = Hanging curtain
C = Counters and sinks (4 sinks total)
D = Dressing area and closet
T = Toilet
M = Mirror (full length)
`
The design of the bathroom itself was immense to comprehend and
there were a number of floor to ceiling mirrors and skylights
raining light into the room. The shower and jacuzzi area had a
lower, but translucent, ceiling to keep the area warmer.
I turned on two of the shower heads and luxuriated in the hot
water as I made the hot, blond attorney lather me down and clean
my body. I returned the favor and then we moved to the hot tub.
The tub was humongous in scale for an indoor tub and Jorg
mentioned that the code had required special metal struts to
suport the tub.
Jorg and I cuddled in the hot tub for over an hour before we
decided to get out and order pizza. Being that our University was
in a relatively small town and there was a good chance I might get
the same hot young pizza guy so I decided to answer the door naked
again. I lucked out and gave him $20 for a single pie. I was
certain he was making eyes at my dick, but I sent him on his way.
It was about 2000 by the time we finished dinner and I was fucking
Jorg on the glass dining room table for the second time. This time
his head was resting on the pizza box as I slammed my condom
sheathed cock in an out of his ass at a furious pace.
After I made him orgasm I took his tie and sent him on his way. I
decided to make a small collection of ties on the wall of our
bedroom and I put the newest tie from Jorg aside for the
collection.
Midsemester Evaluation and Break
--------------------------------
My Photography II professor is a radical dyke and I knew from some
of the work I had seen in her collection that she would get a kick
out of the materials I had from Bonn.
I had been splitting my time between the loft and the dorm though
the twins had been sleeping at the dorm more nights. I could not
deny that I liked the comforts of wealth that my adoptive father
bought me. Jim also hired a maid to clean the loft for me and my
collection of Jorg's ties was becoming somewhat unweildy as the
handsome, young attorney had taken to visiting me at the loft most
Friday nights from about 1800 to 2100. The twins had taken it in
stride since they enjoyed hearing about my exploits.
February and March had come and gone in a blur of rush, baseball
games, photography, sex, and more. But, it was time for my
midsemester review.
The first review was in sculpture. I felt confident about my
performance there and the professor, a young trim man, was a from
France and seemed to enjoy the fact that I was not a local, etc.
Professor Lenfant examined my bust of the naked woman and the face
of a man that had been our primary focus in sculpture class. He
was extremely pleased with my work and gave me a 4.0 on both
pieces.
Elated, I waited an hour before my silk screening review. That
professor was a crusty old "dead" white guy who seemed
continuously irritated. He was always disappointed in everyone and
I was no exception. Though I had tried my absolute hardest, crusty
was holding my absence from class one day against me and said so:
3.3.
My last review was photography and I was counting on my dyke of a
professor to fall in love with my work. She did. She loved the way
I showed off Kurt's slave boys and what it said about masculinity
and sexuality. "Was I gay?"
"Queer," I responded.
"Rafael, you have a real talent for photography," she said
confidently.
I blushed.
"Look there is no question you are getting a 4.0 in my class, but
I would love to work more with you on developing your art perhaps
in summer studies?"
"Really?"
"Really, in fact your father called me again asking for
suggestions for an itinerary covering the country. I convinced him
to help me get a grant and that I would take you along," she
explained.
I was ecstatic and slightly terrified at the same time.
"It will be fun, we can do some Ansel Adams nature photography and
then find some more images like these slaves in Bonn to photograph
all over America," she said.
"Great, I can't wait," I responded.
There were only two things left to do before a week of spring
break: take a computer science midterm the next morning and turn
in a paper on the novel ~The~Grapes~of~Wrath~ for English. The
books we had to read were boring for my level of English skill and
I think my bad attitude was showing through because I felt like I
was in danger of another 3.0 or worse. Computer Science on the
other hand had been a cakewalk so far and I felt confident that a
4.0 was in my future.
I ended up staying up in our dorm room till 0100 working on my
English paper while also tutoring the twins for their Calculus II
midterms. We collapsed together in exhaustion. Our exams were at
the same time and we got breakfast together at the frathouse
before heading off to the science building.
The exam was a cakewalk for me and I headed back to the dorm. The
twins arrived later and started studying for their Chemistry and
Spanish exams. I helped with the Spanish exam, since throughout
the semester I had been working with them by speaking Spanish to
them in everyday conversations.
They took the Spanish exam that afternoon and Chemistry would be
the next day, Friday, and then we would be over at the loft. I
suggested that I let them study and I would go work on some
photography at the loft. We kissed and they said they would be
over around noon on Friday.
I was feeling naughty and stopped by Gerhard's room and convinced
him to 'take a walk with me'. He had no idea about the loft or
what I had in store.
Shave and Enema
---------------
Gerhard could not believe the loft since it was one of the largest
single places he had ever seen and I could not say I blamed him
since I still had difficulty comprehending the loft's enormity.
I led Gerhard to the bathroom where I quickly had him naked. I
made him clean me in the shower before I allowed him to clean
himself. I then inspected his body for stubble. His butt crack
clearly had ~not~ been shaved in several days and I quickly bent
him over the edge of the jacuzzi and filled a large 4 liter enema
bag I had purchased. I also knew, from having administered all of
Gerhard's castration chemicals this semester, that he was due for
another shot in just a day or two which meant that I had a good
chance of yanking an orgasm out of him.
I started slow with a 1 liter enema. Followed it by another and
another until I was certain that I had cleansed Kurt's slave
fully. I had also corresponded with Kurt for permission to try to
get an orgasm out of Gerhard close to the time for the next
injection.
I then inserted the nozzle again and filled Gerhard with just shy
of four liters of water and salt and then inserted a butt plug to
help hold it in. I then stood Gerhard up, I knew he would be quite
sensitive sexually and decided to play with his cock. Gerhard was
quite compliant as I stroked his cock gently. He was surprised
that he threw a boner and just instants later had a tremendous,
shuddering orgasm.
I let Gerhard lay down with the water still inside him for a while
to recover from the intensity of what had been his first orgasm in
several years. He kissed me and thanked me for sharing that
experience with him and then asked permission to void his colon of
the water. I granted permission and he cleaned himself up.
When he came back I had him shave himself properly and explained
that Kurt had approved this liason and that Gerhard was to call
Kurt later tonight, early Bonn time, to talk to his master about
whether he was ready to come home over break to be castrated. This
orgasm had been the last physical one with cum that Gerhard would
ever have if we was going to stay with Kurt.
By 1500, Gerhard had left and the twins still had not made it over
from taking their exam. I called over to the dorm and the
frathouse, but they were not at either place. I knew Jorg was
likely to show up but I did not think they wanted him to know
about them, nor did he want them to know about him, though they
did.
I got a call around 1600 from the twins, they had really aced the
Spanish exam and gone out to celebrate and would I come meet them
and some of the brothers at the bar down towards campus on Main
Street. Sure.
Seth was in attendance and eyed me guardedly. We had never talked
again since I had raped him back and Lane had beat the crap out of
him. The brothers had really taken a strong liking to me since I
was the toughest drinker in the crowd and tonight was no
exception. We were all, of course, over 21 to be able to drink. Or
at least that's what the fake id I had said.
The three of us reached the loft pretty shiftfaced drunk. Jorg
greeted us and said something pretextual about paperwork on the
table and headed out, clearly a little peeved at me.
The twins and I all fell into bed with our clothing on for the
start of **SPRING BREAK**.
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