Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2003 08:42:56 -0800
From: TopLegal <toplegal@mac.com>
Subject: ST: "Farm Boy" (M/M sex; M/Mttbb spanking; M/M incest; hypno; some M/F
    sex)

Farm Boy
========

   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) 2003, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
   Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
   met:  there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
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   [Ed: 95%+ chance this is only 1 part.]

Attitude Adjustment
-------------------

   Jason--my brother--was sitting sternly in the chair looking at his
   twin fifteen-year-old sons Michael and Matthew. Born on December
   30th, 1987, the twins had decided to take their mom's car for a
   spin and crashed it into a ditch.

   "James," Jason said to me, "can you fetch me the hairbrush."
   Matthew and Michael both flinched visibly. Carol--the boys mom and
   Jason's wife--was somewhere in the air working as a flight
   attendant. The younger twins--David and Daniel, both nine, were
   sitting silently on the couch. With March 1st birthdays, the
   younger twins were just days from turning ten.

   I walked over to the kitchen and pulled the "Attitude Adjuster"
   from the wall and brought it to my older brother. Both Jason and I
   shared birthdates a year apart, likenesses and a home. I lived
   under his roof including the consequence that at thirty-something,
   I still got spanked like dad used to spank us. Only by my older
   brother.

   I sat down next to David and Daniel on the couch after handing the
   hairbrush to Jason. That same hairbrush had blistered my ass
   hundreds of times over the years. Now, I would watch my "nephews"
   get theirs.

   "Come," Jason ordered. Knowing he was always first when the twins
   got spanked Matthew stepped forward and allowed Jason to pull his
   pants down to his ankles. I knew just how humiliating that could
   be. Jason seemed to manufacture reasons to spank me from time to
   time and still stripped me in front of the family just like when I
   was fourteen and our dad had passed away.

   Jason forcibly pulled Matthew over his lap and began administering
   a blistering thrashing with the hairbrush. Like our dad, Jason's
   spankings were intensely painful and left your ass bright red and
   blistered. Moving your hands to block the spanking only increased
   the ferocity of the discipline. Matthew of course struggled and
   twice tried to block the assault.

   Jason pinioned his child's arms and increased the violence of the
   punishment till Matthew was sobbing uncontrollably. Daniel, David
   and myself all knew that it could just as easily be any one of us
   in exactly that position. Our dad had never been quite so intense
   with the hairbrush as Jason was. I learned that just two days
   after my dad's death when I sassed my mom and Jason brutalized my
   ass.

   I remember that spanking distinctly.

   I was unable to sit for four days after it and I had never looked
   at my brother quite the same after that.

   With Matthew in tears, he was made to stand next to his as yet
   unspanked twin brother. Michael was up next. Jason pulled his
   pants down unceremoniously and administered an even more ferocious
   spanking to him since he had been driving the car and suggested
   the lunacy.

   Once Michael was sobbing uncontrollably, Jason ordered me to get
   the strap. I took the hairbrush as Jason kept his young son
   pinioned over his lap and fetched the razor strap.

   I brought the razor strap to Jason and then resumed my position on
   the couch. Jason savaged Michael's ass with the razor strap
   leaving the young boy in unbearable agony. I had received exactly
   such a punishment once before from Jason and knew exactly how
   brutal it was.

   The babbling and crying Michael was escorted with his twin to the
   bedroom they shared with the younger twins. Each was positioned on
   their bed face down. Arms laced behind their heads and legs
   crossed.

   Jason used to hate that position. It was one our dad used to
   control us after a punishment. If we moved the entire punishment
   would be repeated. Jason had moved once and learned his lesson.
   Typically the position was held for an hour after the punishment,
   but sometimes longer depending on how sadistic dad felt.

   Jason tended to limit it to fifteen or twenty minutes. This time
   though there most definitely would be no movement since the first
   punishment had been so severe for both of them.

History
-------

   It was past bedtime for the younger twins and I took them to the
   room with Matthew and Michael. It was odd thinking about how I had
   reached this point.

   Jason and I were born one year apart, 1970 and 1971 respectively
   on July 3rd. Our parents had raised the two of us on a farm about
   fifty miles from Fargo, North Dakota. So identical in appearance,
   we had frequently been mistaken for twins and in a small school we
   had always been schooled together.

   When our dad passed away in early 1984, Jason's dominance as older
   brother manifested itself. With my mother's blessing he quickly
   filled the void and took on a parental role with me. Mom's death
   in late 1985 further cemented our positions. Jason moved into our
   parent's bedroom while I stayed in our childhood room.

   He met Carol in 1986. Married her in 1987. Michael and Matthew
   were born later that year.

   That was the public story.

   The private reality was more complicated.

   The bedroom that "James" slept in shared a large bathroom with the
   room Carol and "Jason" slept in. The bathroom had a beautiful
   indoor hot tub. I was in the hot tub now and my brother joined me
   there from the room "James" slept in.

   Even the twins had never noticed that their dad did not sleep with
   their mom. They also never knew I was their biological father.

   Carol had perhaps first made excuses for Jason's lack of sexual
   interest in her due to the responsibilities after the death of our
   parents for raising me.

   But pretty soon she had turned to me for sex.

   We both thought it was a secret. But after Matthew and Michael
   were born Jason made it clear he knew. When he built the new house
   on our family farm he had set things up.

   The new house was completed just after the twins birth and we
   moved in. Since the two of us looked so identical it was easy for
   him to set things up to take "my" bedroom and for me to sleep with
   Carol.

   Our secret was "out" to him.

   The price of that secret was my permanent "captivity" in the
   household. Spankings as an adult were de rigueur as was keeping
   Jason's wife happy.

   Other requirements were maintaining the secret, giving Jason at
   least one more child, and one more thing.

   It was two months after the birth of the twins that the other
   condition became known. Carol had returned to work one day a week,
   Friday night into Saturday morning, two flights total.

   I had fed the babies some of the breast milk Carol had pumped and
   then found Jason waiting for me in the living room. He guided me
   to his bedroom and pushed me onto my knees.

   He unzipped his pants and pushed his erect semi-erect cock into my
   face.

   "Brother," he whispered, "I may not be able to be out but I do not
   plan to go without sex for the rest of my life."

   He grabbed my cropped hair which I kept identically styled to his
   and forced my mouth to open and accepted his cock.

   Thus a second sexual ritual was born. Incestuous adult sex with my
   older brother whenever his wife, and my lover, Carol was away.

   In fairness he was relatively tender with me at first. It was not
   until two weeks later that he made me have anal sex.

   The one time I balked at sex with him he spanked me the next day
   in front of Carol. I never argued with him again.

   About fourteen years have passed and I've given my brother not
   just one set of twins, but a second set of twins, kept the secret,
   kept his sham of marriage intact, and subjected myself to sex at
   his whim.

Flash Forward
-------------

   With Carol away, I was laying alone in bed awaiting, no dreading a
   bit, Jason's arrival. I knew that he had left Matthew and Michael
   in the position longer than usual and I assumed he was whispering
   into Matthew's and Michael's ears now. That was another thing dad
   had never done, but Jason had started. He did it with me.

   I suppose if I had thought really hard on the matter I would have
   realized that I could not remember for the life of me what he said
   when he came over after a spanking. But then there were a lot of
   odd things about Jason if you thought too hard. For example, why
   did the older twins find it hard to tell Jason and me apart? At
   nearly fifteen and as twins themselves one would think they would
   have picked up some subtle cues.

   For example, Jason actually tends to beard more heavily than I do.
   So it is much easier for him to grow a beard and he has a much
   stronger five o'clock shadow. Simple enough. There were other
   things too, our voices were slightly differently pitched.

   Thinking about how bizarre my family was left me missing Carol. I
   genuinely loved her.

   My thoughts were interrupted as Jason entered the bedroom directly
   without bothering to maintain the pretense of going through the
   other bedroom. He quickly stripped and threw himself into bed with
   me. His cock was rock hard against my chest as he began to kiss
   me. I reciprocated because it was my duty to.

   "Hey sexy," Jason commented as he continued to tongue me deeper
   and embrace my body fully. I knew just how passionate, deeply
   sexual and real his love for me was. Unfortunately, despite
   fourteen odd years of trying to reciprocate, I could rarely even
   muster an erection. I had long since gotten past minding having to
   kiss him, suck him off and get fucked. I just did not necessarily
   enjoy it as much as he did. Make that at all.

   For me it was more robotic and work like. Kneel, open mouth, suck
   like this, then that, etc., he shoots, we kiss, done. For Jason it
   was passionate, he would spend hours talking to me some nights
   about how much he loved me and how attractive I was. His cock
   would always be erect against me and he loved to passionately run
   his hands over my body or have me do the same for him.

   As he slid a finger into my ass to loosen me up, he casually
   commented, "Carol mentioned to me before she left that she would
   like another child." He jammed fingers from his other hand into my
   mouth as I opened it to respond and so I found myself sucking his
   fingers.

   He continued, "I told her that would make me very happy."

   That was the end of the discussion. If I said anything at this
   point, I would find myself over Jason's knees getting a vicious
   spanking.

   Jason lifted my legs and fucked me while continuing to kiss me.
   When he finished we slept with him on top of me.

Curiosity
---------

   The next morning I was up bright and early to cook breakfast for
   everyone. After the boys headed out to school, Jason went to his
   home office in the standalone building just off the kitchen.

   I stripped naked and did the rest of my chores. Having me do
   chores naked was actually Jason's idea. When Carol was away he
   used it as yet another way of reinforcing my submissiveness.

   Instinctively I seemed to know better than to bother Jason in his
   office. But after finishing my chores quickly, something possessed
   me to go take a look. I walked naked from the kitchen to the
   office and peeked through the blinds. Seeing he was not there, I
   decided to go in.

   The room was fairly barren: desk, chair, and computer. There was
   no paper, or files, to be seen. Not even a phone. I was about to
   exit and when I turned around Jason was standing in the doorway.

   "Cleaning in here were you?"

   I stammered, "yes."

   He grinned, "bend over the desk James, you know the office is off
   limits."

   I bent over submissively and left my exposed naked ass sticking
   out for my older brother. I watched him pull a paddle with holes
   drilled in it from the desk drawer. He came around behind me.

   The first crack of the paddle caused me to jump off the desk.
   Jason roughly slammed me back onto the desk and then pinioned me
   as he continued the violent assault. It only took fifteen or so
   blows for me to start screaming in abject pain. Around thirty I
   was a sobbing baby.

   Jason led me, sobbing, by the ear into the house and into the
   bedroom I shared with Carol. He got me onto the bed and since I
   was sobbing so hard he helped lace my hands behind my head and
   even crossed my legs at the ankles for me.

   "I think you know better than to move now," he commented as he
   left. That little paddle had packed such a vicious wallop and
   Jason had laid it on full force. My ass was in searing pain and I
   was still crying.

   Jason made me wait what seemed like two hours before coming in and
   sitting right next to me on the bed. I had stopped crying by then
   and he began whispering into my ear. I cannot remember exactly
   what he was saying.

   Afterwards though I remember feeling like I had gotten a
   well-deserved punishment and that he was quite right to have
   punished me.

   "Had he hypnotized me," I found myself wondering? But the thought
   passed as I focused on preparing dinner.

   Just before four o'clock, I got dressed so the kids would not see
   me naked. Just as the older twins streamed in the door, Jason
   approached and said that he would be showing my ass off after
   dinner to remind the kids that their uncle still gets spanked.

   Around six, I served dinner and then cleaned up as everyone hung
   out in the living room. Jason was reading a book, the kids were
   doing their homework.

   When I finished and came out, Jason stopped everything and had the
   kids sit on the couch. He called me over and had me stand in front
   of him.

   "James, can you explain to the boys what you did wrong today?"

   "I went into the office which is off limits."

   "And?"

   "You caught me and immediately disciplined me for my misbehavior."

   "Come here," Jason said in a firm voice. I approached and he
   opened my pants and pulled them and my underwear down. It was
   humiliating. My red, swollen, blistered ass was now visible to my
   four children.

   He pulled me over his lap.

   "Michael," Jason said, "bring me the strap."

   Michael jumped to attention and ran to the kitchen. The kids knew
   better than to hesitate when asked to bring an Attitude Adjuster.

   "Five of the best in front of the kids," Jason announced as he
   took the strap, "I think it will be helpful to remind them of the
   severe consequences for going out of bounds."

   Jason pinioned my arms in the small of my back with one hand as he
   administered five brutal blows of the strap to my already
   blistered ass. I yelled in pain after each one.

   The kids never smiled or took pleasure in another's punishment.
   The look was one of sympathy, understanding, but also acceptance.
   Each of the five of us knew that Jason was the boss and that
   misbehaviors had consequences.

   "Stand up," Jason ordered, "you already had your quiet time so you
   can stay if you keep your sore butt exposed as a reminder to the
   kids."

   I nodded meekly as I stood up and stepped out of my pants. I was
   now naked except for a flannel shirt.

Hypnotized
----------

   Carol came home around nine and the younger twins were already in
   bed. She saw my spanked ass and seemed to nod approvingly. She
   gave Jason a huge kiss then tenderly kissed the twins and
   disappeared into our bedroom.

   I followed going into James' bedroom and then into the bathroom
   and joining her in the hot tub.

   We kissed passionately and I focused on pleasuring her. "I guess
   we need to start focusing on your cycle so we can have another
   kid."

   Carol smiled broadly, "I knew you would be excited."

   We got out of the tub and went to the shower. I soaped her down
   and then after the soap came off licked her from toes to head. She
   loved that and cooed appreciatively. Jason had entered silently
   and was watching the two of us.

   "If you two are done," he said, "my calculation is that Carol is
   ready to be impregnated tonight. Now if you both could lace your
   hands behind your head and follow me into your bedroom."

   We both did as we were told. We stood at the foot of our bed in
   the awkward position. Jason started whispering into Carol's ear
   and then mine. I cannot remember anything else very clearly but I
   remember wild sex with Carol.

   I woke up with my dick still inside Carol and still surprisingly
   erect for having shot six or seven loads into her.

   My ball sacs felt drained completely and I vaguely remembered
   Jason suggesting that I would be so aroused by Carol that I would
   shoot load after load into her until my balls were empty.

   "Mmm," Carol mumbled, "I love you so much James, that was better
   than when we did it for either the M's or the D's."

   I started to remember things then. It had been ~just~ like this
   with each of them. Jason had talked to me before those crucial
   nights too. Similarly, Carol and I had woken up with my dick still
   rock hard inside her.

   It was at that moment that I understood why our children could not
   tell Jason and me apart. He had hypnotized them not to be able to.

   "Honey," Carol said, "can you pull out."

   I pulled out and rolled over to allow Carol to go to the bathroom.
   Jason came into the room, "you've been becoming aware of my
   hypnotism lately haven't you James?"

   I nodded.

   "I trust you won't discuss it with the rest of our family."

   I shook my head.

   Three days later it apparent that Carol was pregnant again. Later
   still we would learn it was another set of male twins.

Caught Smoking
--------------

   Carol's schedule frequently meant we could end up having sex in
   the afternoons. As she became more visibly pregnant, I found her
   more sexually arousing.

   One afternoon in particular we were having sex when the doorbell
   rang. Jason answered it pretending to be me and then the fun
   really started.

   "JASON," he called out to me, "the boys' principal is here."

   I threw on sweat pants leaving my muscular chest bare and stepped
   out into the living room. "Thanks James," I commented and then
   shook the principal's hand.

   "Mr. Richardson," the principal started, "Daniel and David here
   were caught smoking in the bathroom. I have already paddled them
   fifteen times each in accordance with school policy; however, I
   find this sort of matter serious enough that I always like to
   bring it directly to a parent's attention."

   "Thank you," I commented, "they will be punished here as well.
   James can you bring the strap in." I put Daniel and David in the
   center of the living room and invited the principal to sit down on
   the couch. Carol had come out of the bedroom and took a seat next
   to the principal. Jason handed me the strap and took a seat.

   "Anything to say for yourselves boys?" They shook their heads
   abjectly and tried to look down to avoid my stern gaze. "LOOK AT
   ME when I am talking."

   They met my gaze. "Did Matthew or Michael give you the
   cigarettes?"

   No response.

   "James, can you search the boys' room?" Jason playing me still
   headed to the room the four boys shared to search it. He returned
   a few minutes later with a carton of cigarettes.

   "This was under Matthew's bed," Jason explained.

   "Boys," I said, "your older brother is already going to get
   punished. But the real question is how many days of night after
   night of spankings will it take you boys to admit where you
   obtained the cigarettes from?"

   David broke first and started crying and admitted, "It was
   Daniel's idea he saw them under Matthew's bed so we took a pack
   and brought them to school."

   The principal nodded at me approvingly.

   "Daniel is that true?"

   The now ten-year old boy nodded sheepishly.

   "Daniel come here," I ordered.

   My young son came to me willingly. I was playing my older brother
   Jason so this was actually the first time I had ever spanked my
   own biological children.

   I pulled Daniel's pants down and could immediately sense his
   embarrassment. I pulled him across my lap and saw the already
   reddened cheeks from the principal's paddling.

   The strap melded itself nicely with my hand and I began
   rhythmically strapping my young son. I was a natural. Three
   decades of punishments had taught me how to land the strap
   precisely on target. My son reacted viscerally to each violent
   blow. As I became more confident in my aim, I gradually increased
   the ferocity of the punishment.

   After thirty blows I had Daniel's arms pinioned into the small of
   his back. He was howling in pain and I continued the assault.
   After all, no punishment in the Richardson household was complete
   unless the bad boy was reduced to tears.

   I took my time administering the punishment and after a bit more
   had Daniel sobbing uncontrollably in my lap. His small body was
   shaking and his ass was a bright red. Blisters were coming up in
   some places as well.

   I then commented aloud, "ten extra for instigating." Daniel let
   out a howl before I brought the strap down even more violently
   onto his ass ten more times.

   I helped my young son stand and made him stand with his arms at
   his side as I turned to his twin brother.

   The repeat performance on David went well and after fifty straps
   he was crying abjectly. I found I really enjoyed administering
   punishments and was hoping that Jason would let me do it more
   often. Once both boys had been thoroughly punished, I took them to
   their room and positioned them to stay.

   I thanked the principal and promised that Matthew would be
   severely punished. The principal commented, "Mr. Richardson you
   are a real credit to this community, some of the parents these
   days simply do not understand the value of a thorough spanking."

   Jason took over again and excused Carol to the bedroom and took me
   to his office. "Well done James," he said as a he kissed me
   passionately and I reciprocated. "I would like you to handle
   Matthew as well and watch how I use each spanking as an
   opportunity for providing instructions to a boy hypnotically."

   I nodded.

   "There is one thing James. I've been hypnotizing you for nearly
   sixteen years and fucking you for many of those years but I still
   cannot get you to be erect when being sexual with me."

   Jason paused for emphasis.

   "So here's the trade," he commented, "I will let you in on the
   hypnotism and the triggers for everyone in this house except for
   yourself ~if~ you teach yourself to become erect when you are
   sexual with me."

   Jason kissed me with tongue and walked out of the office. I stood
   there for a while contemplating the trade.

   Inside the house, I found Jason in the boys' bedroom whispering
   into Daniel's ear and then David's. After he did that, each hugged
   him and thanked him profusely for spanking them.

   He exited the room and pulled me back to the living room. "Well?"

   "I will try," I responded.

   "Good James," he said, "your inability to be erect when being
   sexual with me has been the one disappointment I have had in this
   household and years of hypnosis have not dragged it out of you
   because you were resisting."

   "Now do you think hypnosis will work?"

   "If you are truly interested, yes."

   "Cool," I responded as the M's walked in. I stopped them at the
   door and pulled Matthew aside.

   James and Michael took the couch. I showed Matthew the carton of
   cigarettes and he let out a gasp.

Whipped
-------

   Michael tried to jump to Matthew's rescue, "they aren't his."
   Matthew looked bewildered by his twin brother's defense.

   "Whose then?"

   Matthew looked down at the floor.

   "LOOK AT ME young man. Whose cigarettes are these?"

   "Tim Walker's," Michael blurted out, "he has them for Tim. Tim is
   a smoking fiend and his dad whipped him when he found Tim with
   cigarettes so Tim asked Matt to keep them for him."

   Matthew was looking down from me and could not meet my gaze.

   "Is this true Matthew?"

   He managed to mumble, "yes."

   I grabbed the boy by his ear and with the carton of cigarettes in
   the other hand took him out to Jason's truck and put him in the
   passenger seat. "Jason," Jason called to me, "here are the keys."

   I caught the keys and got into the truck. We drove two miles to
   the Walker farm and I led Matthew to the front door and made him
   hold the carton of cigarettes.

   I rang the bell. Mr. Walker answered, "hey Jason."

   "Hi John," I responded, "your son asked my son to keep these." I
   pointed to the carton of cigarettes Matthew was holding.

   John's face turned red with anger.

   "My boy gets it too," I commented as he took the carton and
   stormed into the house. I led Michael by the ear. He was
   trembling.

   I heard John shouting at his son and then carrying the kicking and
   screaming teen out to the barn. I followed with Matthew.

   John tied his son's hands to a rafter and picked up a bullwhip.

   Each lash caused the teen to scream in pain and beg forgiveness. I
   noticed Matthew pee his pants in terror. Thirty lashes later the
   punishment ended and Tim's back was criss-crossed with deep whip
   marks.

   John took my son without asking permission and stripped him naked.
   Matthew was tied to the rafters next to Tim and John administered
   twenty vicious lashes. He untied Matthew after and gave him back
   to me.

   I drove Matthew back in the truck naked and then parked him on the
   bed for cooling off. Face down. Arms laced. Ankles crossed.
   Immediately subdued for hypnotism.

   As I watched Matthew immediately fall into trance, I could only
   admire my older brother's audacity.

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