Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2006 17:21:48 -0600
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul? Chapter 23

"Mars, wake up it's time to go handle our fathers," said
Glenn as he shook his lover.

"Oh! I was sleeping?  How long have I been asleep?" asked
Mars.

"For at least an hour, we were supposed to go over to the
center to deal with our fathers, but you evidently were so
tired after lunch when you came up to get ready to go over
you laid down and took a nap."

"I haven't been with my father already?" asked Mars.

"No, why?  We're supposed to go over now to see them."

"Then I had a dream, Glenn, you wouldn't want to know what I
had done to my father!"

"I might, you never know, are you going to tell me about it?
Shall I postpone our sessions with them?" asked Glenn.

"Perhaps we should, at least until I can talk to Craig or
Greg.  I guess I dreamt of what you did as well, and I have
to tell you it was pretty neat.  To be honest, I'm afraid of
what thoughts went through my mind; I don't want to take a
chance of doing something I might regret later.  Let's talk
to Craig first.  Would you call him and ask if we can talk
for a while first?"

"Sure, I have no doubt he would be willing to do that, I
know what he has suggested in confronting our fathers is for
our benefit more than anything else, get ready and I'll
call, then we can talk with him and decide what to do from
there."

"Mars, that was quite a dream.  I understand why you are so
upset.  As short of a time as I have known you I already
have realized that you have no desire to actually hurt
anyone, and especially not someone you wish could return
your love such as your father.  At the same time though, I
think your dream just serves to allow your inner feelings to
be known that for what he has done, you do have deep
resentment.  The fact that it scares you and you do not in
reality, wish to do such a thing, shows that your humanity,
and probably the driving force behind you wanting to be a
social worker, would never allow you to do something like
that.  You have your own set of checks and balances that
will govern your life and keep you on the right track.  From
what I understand the difference between a normal person and
a psychopath is that ability to draw the line of what he
might think about and what he would do.  The problem with
the psychopath is he is unable to keep from crossing that
line, when he does he becomes sadistic and hurts the ones
around him.   Your restraint shows your humanity and makes
you the man you are.  I hope nothing will ever change that
would make you want to cross over the line.  I only too well
realize that in social work you may see things that could
make you want to lash out at the inhumanity that man
inflicts on his fellow man and in many times on his own
helpless offspring.  It could be very difficult to honor
that line, but those who can have the potential to do the
field a great service," said Craig after calmly listening to
Mars' recount of his dream.

"As bad as your scene with your Dad, what you saw for me
with mine and Matt was out of this world.  I love it and
think I'll follow your script to a tee," interjected Glenn
with a look of mischief across his face.

"Actually, I though that was pretty good too.  Appropriately
humiliating, not sadistic, gets the point across and
actually serves as a good lesson," added Craig.

"I'm glad you liked what I thought of for Terrence and
Matthew, but I still need to decide on what to do with my
Dad," said Mars.

"I may have a suggestion for you there, if you are
interested," replied Craig.

"Sure, please tell me, I'm all ears for anything at this
point other than what I dreamt," stated Mars.

"Well one of your goals is for your father to never be able
to fuck anyone or anything again.  Am I correct?"

"Yes, and so?"

"I recently received a new chastity device that attaches in
some interesting ways.  If you like I can have the doctor
explain all of the details to you and then perhaps with his
assistance you could devise just what you want to do," said
Craig.

"That sounds fine with me, would he be available now for me
to find out about it?" asked Mars.

"I'm sure he would be let me give him a call and I'll let
him know you are on the way over to see him.  Glenn, did you
want to go with Mars and hear about it too?"

"You better believe it, I would like to see this thing too,
sounds interesting," answered Glenn.

"OK no problem but before you two go over to the doctor's
office, I have something else that we can take care of.  Don
has given me the application for your emancipation Glenn,
and I have looked it over. I think it should be a good
arrangement so if you would like to examine it and sign it,
we will get in working."

"Sure, let me see what Dad put together," said Glenn as
Craig pulled the document from his desk and handed it across
to Glenn.

For the twenty minutes Glenn read through the document
occasionally asking a few questions for clarifications.  It
seems that not only had Don laid out the emancipation and
all the supporting reasons but integral to those reasons,
was the disposition of his father's distributorship.  The
way things were written it seems that Glenn would be set for
life, drawing the proper portion that would have been due
his father as the profits for the company, but the
management would be handled by Craig's management team and
Glenn would have the right to become involved if he so
desired even to the extent of eventually taking over his
father's position if he so desired.   If he never stepped
into the position it wouldn't matter, Glenn would still
profit from the distributorship anyway.  The only difference
was that if it were under management other than Glenn's
there would be a management expense levied within the normal
cost of operations.  The expense was reasonable and fair and
would leave Glenn a healthy income.  His inheritance of all
the property previously held by his parents would establish
a financial well being quite generously.  Without hesitation
he signed the application and along with Craig as a witness
and a notary's signature the document was ready for filing.

Mars and Glenn left Craig's office and made their way to the
doctor's office.  It was an informative session with the
doctor as Mars learnt about the device that his father would
soon become all too aware of.  With the planning between the
three of them they began to formulate the scene that would
have a defining effect on all their lives.  Due to the time
of the day and it being Christmas Eve, they decided that the
encounters with the father's would become all that more
poignant and take place the next day instead, on Christmas
day.  It would be some gift the men would receive from their
son's that day.

Christmas Eve was spent with the entire group of men working
together to decorate the last tree.  This tree in the den
would be the one around which they would gather in the
morning.  Not subject to inclusion in the contest, this tree
would be of and for, the unique family that had formed over
the years.   Normal definitions of related did not exist
within this household.  These men formed a bond that was
closer than blood could make them. Each member was there by
choice and wanted to be nowhere else.  This would truly be
the best Christmas spent by several, and one to be cherished
by all.

The cooks outdid themselves and prepared a feast that
enticed each and everyone of the men to overindulge.  As
they forced their way away from the table each man groaned
as the realization overcame them that they had eaten much
more than they could comfortably handle.  Greg invited one
and all to join him in the den where they could enjoy the
sites of the tree and pleasure in the camaraderie of an
after dinner brandy and a cigar.  This was a special
occasion, they were finally all together and it was
Christmas eve.  Great obstacles had been overcome and they
were all safe.  The staff had been given the evening off
after dinner so Greg did the honors of serving the brandy
while Craig handed out the cigars.  As the humidor was
presented to each of the older men they removed a cigar
without thought and expressed their gratitude.  As the same
presentation was made to each of the younger they questioned
their participation and were encouraged to join, at the same
time being reminded that this was not a casual and often
occurrence, but a special celebration which they were
encouraged to participate in and learn.

As the cigars were lit, a few choking sounds came from Glenn
and Mars as this was the first time they had experienced the
honored manly tradition.  A smile emanated from the older
men as they remembered the first time they had encountered a
cigar and with words of encouragement Glenn and Mars slowly
but surely overcame their initial problems and with a sip of
brandy became more sure of themselves and began to be drawn
into the warmth of the camaraderie.

 All too soon the effects of the evening began to take their
toll an each man began to doze.  One by one or in pairs they
quietly stole away to their bedrooms with thoughts of
passing into the oblivion of deep sleep, wondering just what
would be in store for them the next morning.

It was questionable just how much sleep would be gotten that
night as George had left with Bill and headed to George's
room.  Ted proceeded to his own room, one that he shared
with Jed anyway.   Don had gone with Coach to his room.
Craig had followed Greg and went to Greg's room only to be
shortly joined by Phil accompanied by James.

The younger men had gone as one would imagine, Mars with
Glenn, Bobby with Evan, and Jimmy with Jason.  Rainbow had
followed Glenn when Evan's door had closed before he could
enter.

As soon as the door had closed behind Bill and George,
George had taken command with his voice and ordered Bill to
present.  Bill snapped to attention and placing his feet
apart, his chest out and his hands behind his neck came to
complete attention with his gaze appropriately to the floor
slightly in front of him.  His reaction could be duly noted
as the front of his jeans jetted forward giving full vision
of his endowment.  As he stood unmoving George walked around
him looking him up and down as if he were on military
inspection.  Calmly George told him, "It's been much too
long since we have been able to play as we used too.  Only
recently through your help in my rehab, have I approached
the fitness I once had.  I think at least for this evening
I'll enjoy resuming my position as Master, the position that
first brought us together so many years ago.  You have
learned well and I am more proud of you than you can
possibly believe."

A wet spot began to form on the front of Bill's jeans. As
George noticed, he just smiled and refrained for the moment
to comment.  After several minutes without any sound but
that of their breathing George finally broke the silence by
instructing Bill to strip.  Slowly as he had been taught so
many years ago he removed one shoe at a time then his sock
which he folded and placed within the shoe.  He unfastened
his belt and pulled it from the loops and folding it over
twice placed it across his shoes.  Next he undid the snap at
his waist and slowly lowering the zipper revealing his pubic
hair as his cock pushed its way through the opening of the
fabric and exposed itself.  With a nudge of each hand on the
sides of his hips his jeans fell to the floor.  He stepped
out of them and leaning so as to expose his ass to George he
bent fully over and picked them up slowly, so that George
would have ample time to view the treasure just revealed.
Methodically folding his jeans he placed them on top of his
belt and turned facing George.  One button at a time, he
moved from his neck line to his waist, slightly pulling his
shirt open as each button gave way.  Once the front of his
shirt was completely undone he unfastened his cuffs with his
teeth and then slowly allowed his shirt to slide off of his
shoulders, before it could touch the floor his hands
snatched it in air and folded it to take its place on top of
his jeans.  Standing again at present he had only his tee
shirt remaining.  This had always been a peculiarity of
George's.  He was to stop when attired only with the tee and
wait for permission to continue.  Upon receiving that
permission he would cross his arms reaching down and
grasping the bottom edge of his tee and slowly, very slowly
raise it above his head and remove it.  While doing so his
abdomen would stretch and display itself.  Invariably his
cock would be standing at attention and offer a stupendous
sight while his eyes would be covered and he could not see
any expression on his audience's face.  Turning the tee
right side out he then folded it, placed it on top of the
pile and returned to his proper position for further
instructions.

George smiled as Bill had followed each step perfectly,
pleased that his former student would remember well what he
had been taught.  He then stepped forward and placing his
hand around Bill's scrotum asked," and to whom do these
belong?"

"Master to you, sir!" replied Bill without hesitation.

"And what shall I do with them?"

"Master it is not for me to decide, it is your will that
dictates what is done to this lowly slave.  My purpose is
only to please you sir.  My pleasure is only in serving and
pleasing you Master."

"Properly answered, you have learnt and remembered well Boy"

Bill wished to respond but he had not been asked a question
and it would be incorrect for him to say anything at this
time.

"I think it's time you had a little CBT, it's been a long
time Boy.  Go to the cabinet and bring back what we need."

Bill approached the cabinet and found a wide assortment of
toys applicable.  The decision now was which one was the
right one.  He knew his own limits but knew his task was to
please his master not himself.  The job was to decide what
his master would want; he also knew that he must be speedy
in his choice as too long a delay could cause more pain.
Pain which he would endure for his master no matter what,
but pain he hoped deep down he could minimize.  He too
remembered that if his master did not agree with his choice
he would choose another, even worse than what he would have
used originally.

He quickly picked up a ball stretcher that would extend even
his low hangers and then a set of nut busters which when
placed correctly would practically mash his balls to the
shape of a coin.

"Wise choice boy, as usual," commented George as he took the
apparatus from Bill and Bill replaced his hands behind his
neck as the rest of his body moved into the proper position.

George cupped Bill's balls gingerly weighing them and the
meatiness of his cock and then he encircled Bill's scrotum
pulling down and extending his balls away from his body.
With the other hand he fastened the ball stretcher deftly
around his prey.  As each of his testicles seemed strained
beneath the thin and transparent skin of his sack George
took one at a time and placed the nut buster around it.
Carefully, while paying due attention to the reaction of his
slave he began to tighten down the instrument of pain.  Bill
fought with all his might to keep from making any sign of
reaction but finally the pain hit a crescendo which made
even him begin to tear.  At that point George stopped
applying additional pressure and moved to imprison the other
testicle.  Soon the similar point had been reached and
George stepped back to look at his subject.  Bill continued
to stand as was expected with a blank stare across his face
as he was evidently zoning out to transfer the pain.  George
leaned forward and with one hand wrapped tightly around
Bill's cock he began to lick then nibble and finally chew on
each of Bill's nipples.  As the chewing grew in it's
intensity Bill began to quietly moan, an expression of the
pleasure that was now coursing it's way throughout his body.
All too well he remembered fondly how many hours he had
stood in just this position while George had played his body
all so well. Pleasure was replacing any pain and other areas
of his body ached for attention.

George knew his student well and though they were both a
number of years older the reactions had not changed.  George
was getting harder by the moment, hidden only by the
clothing he was still wearing.  Bill had begun to produce
pre-cum as he always would and a constant stream could be
seen making its way from the head of his dick to the floor.
With each beat of his heart his cock was pulsing, it would
rise even higher then settle down ever so slightly never
moving below horizontal, and more often seemingly attempting
to become totally vertical and stand adjacent to his abs.
Once Bill's nips were red and swollen, George stepped back
and instructed Bill to disrobe him.  Tenderly and with
loving care Bill proceeded to remove each piece of George's
clothing and after folding, put them neatly aside.   When he
came to George's belt and trousers he lovingly unfastened
and removed them with out the aid of his hands.  He deftly
unfastened the belt then with his teeth removed it to use
his hands only for folding after the item was removed.
Between his teeth and tongue he unfastened the top of the
trousers then with his teeth lowered the zipper.  Once the
zipper had been unfastened they were overtaken by gravity
and fell to the floor.   With a step of each foot they were
quickly freed to be taken, folded and added to the pile.

His boxers acquiesced to the gentle tug of Bill's teeth once
he had grasped the front with his teeth and pulled it out
and downward sufficiently to allow  clearance from the
package within.  Once all items of clothing had been removed
Bill remained in front of George on his knees.  He looked up
and with the known question in his eyes received a nod of
approval.  Keeping his hands behind his back, Bill,
following his tongue ventured into the treasure area before
him.   Tenderly he kissed the tip of George's dick then with
his tongue bathed up and down the shaft.  As George moved
his feet apart to allow access Bill began to tongue his
balls, lovingly slathering each one then one at a time
pulling them into his mouth to gingerly massage them with
his tongue.  As George expressed his pleasure through his
moans Bill sucked them both in at once and began to
carefully work them over pulling them ever so gently farther
and farther away from their masters body.   As he let them
go with a plop he moved up onto the shaft slathering up and
down each side and the underside careful to catch each
precious drop of pre-cum as it made its way off the tip and
over the glans to the shaft.  After bathing the area as well
as possible he encircled the tip with his lips and as the
moans of pleasure increased from George, Bill engorged
himself on the straining cock presented him.  As he sank
down the tip entered the back of his mouth, a well trained
swallow and the glans passed into Bill's throat.  The
actions of his throat massaged the end of George's cock and
seemed to pull it deeper in.  Occasionally Bill would back
off just enough to maintain his breathing, but would swallow
the glans right back down, only serving to increase the
pleasurable feeling and bringing George closer and closer to
the edge.  Just as George was about to go beyond that point
of no return Bill knew to back off and allow him to regain
control before climaxing.

The pain in Bills groin was still present, but he had
transferred it to a warmth and source of pleasure.   George
had him stand and then turn and bend over.  With the pre-cum
accumulated he moistened Bill's rectum and starting with one
finger and then adding one at a time he quickly opened Bill
to a comfortable size.   Without hesitation he placed the
tip of his cock at Bill's entrance and with one quick thrust
impaled himself completely.   Bill was still tight, but over
the years had become very adept at taking cock.  He would
not have wanted George to have taken him in any other way.
This was a man's way to do it, and they were both men, any
other way would not have been right.

As George thrust in and out of Bill he reached around and
assaulted his nips.  Closer and closer they both came until
Bill finally cried out that he was about to come.  George
reached down and with his thumb and forefinger flicked
Bill's cock and then his balls.  The combination, along with
the pressure still being applied from the apparatus, along
with the sudden halt in thrusting, brought Bill back from
the edge.  George rested momentarily to ensure they were
both back from the edge before he started to thrust again
into Bill's love tunnel.  With the instruction that he
should not come it was a fight for Bill to continue dealing
with the feelings overcoming his body as George brought
himself to climax and shot repeatedly into Bill.  Only the
mental self-control he had practiced for so long allowed him
to maintain control and not go over the edge.

George pulled out and immediately Bill went to his knees and
cleaned off his Master's cock.  Tenderly he did so, so as
not to incur the wrath that could come to him with the after
orgasm sensitivity that existed.  Bill was then instructed
to lie back on the bed.  Restraints appeared and Bill was
soon spread-eagle across the bed, each of his arms and legs
pulled out at ninety degree angles to each other allowing no
movement.  Carefully George leaned over his lover and
removed the nut busters.  The ball stretcher he left in
place and utilizing the d-clips on either side ran another
tether from them to the end of the bed.  The last section to
which the rope attached was a bungy cord putting a certain
amount of variable tension into play.  As Bill lie, unable
to move, George began first with a deep kiss then moving
down he began to kiss and nip all over Bill's body.  He did
not neglect Bill's arm pits and worked them over thoroughly
leaving faint but ever present signs of his presence.  Again
he attacked Bill's nips, already sensitized greatly, Bill
responded with writhes of pleasure as synapses fired off
within his brain.  His cock continued to pulse as his body
experienced wave after wave of emotion.  Past his navel
George continue to minister to his prey.  When he reached
the waist he skipped over and started at Bill's feet.  Even
with the restraints he was able to use his tongue over
Bill's feet and take each of his toes into his mouth to suck
on them and further heighten the feelings washing over Bill.

Up the legs and finally into the groin area, he bathed each
area with his saliva and vacuumed it with his lips before he
licked away any remaining residue with his tongue.  Once he
attacked the groin area he started by pulling at the pubic
hair with his teeth, skipping around the area to further
confuse his victim.  After teasing long enough be directed
his attention to the pulsating cock rising form the neatly
trimmed pubic region.  First with a kiss and then a deep
thrusting of the tip of his tongue into the piss slit he
presence was made all to well known.  Bill tossed his head
and forth as the waves of pleasure shot from his groin.
When George had lubricated him well with his saliva and the
pre-cum, he moved forward to sit astride him and as he
pushed back while directing the pulsating steel battering
ram with one hand he enveloped him completely with his own
tunnel and impaled himself fully.  Reaching behind him he
picked up the small tawse he had placed there in preparation
and on each downward movement he tawsed Bill's chest, first
one nip area then the other.  With instructions that he
could come when he reached the point Bill continued to climb
in ecstasy as he approached that abyss.  When he was about
to go over he shouted that he was going to come and George
rose off of him just in time before he began to ejaculate.
Sliding quickly down George engulfed Bill's dick with his
mouth and captured the flood of ejaculate firing in volley
after volley.   With his mouth full he moved up and planting
his lips firmly on his lover, they shared the precious
bounty.  As he embraced Bill their kiss continued while his
hands moved over Bill's body and caressed where ever they
touched.   When he finally broke their embrace he reached up
and removed the restraints one by one.  When all had been
removed but the ball stretcher, Bill embraced and deeply
kissed him while his hands caressed George's body.  As
George began to reach to remove the ball stretcher Bill
asked if he would leave it till morning as he wanted to be
reminded of the pleasure they had shared.  With the flip of
a switch the lights were turned off and pulling up the
covers, the two intertwined themselves and went into a deep
and satisfying sleep.

Other members of the household had acted similarly and a
decent amount of time had transpired before anyone actually
went to sleep.  Inducement of pain was not a stranger in any
of the bedrooms but it existed in varying degrees. Glenn was
ever pushing Mars just a little further each time, extending
his acceptance and endurance while he begged for much more
than his partner could comfortably yet provide. Improvement
was being made.  Glenn loved Mars to the extent that he
would push, but treasure whatever love Mars gave him.  Mars
with the same attitude was attempting to extend his limits
of acceptability as Glenn pushed just a little further each
time.

Jason and Jimmy profited from their mutual experience and
could feel comfortable with each other.  It was almost a
contest of who could endure the most and they both took
pleasure at how much the other could bear.   They too had
ended being totally exhausted and decided that they had to
shower before retiring.  Needless to say their shower time
extended their lovemaking and each achieved orgasm at the
hands, or should it be said mouth of the other.

Coach and Don had often enjoyed each others company and were
comfortable with a robust round of mutual spanking, first
bare-assed over the lap of the other, alternating with each
other as to who could produce the reddest butt, then
proceeding to paddles where the temperature really rose.
Finally while recovering from the paddling they decided to
69 and after draining each other proceeded to the shower
where in the course of their play they took turns fucking
each other anally till they both had achieved orgasm again.

Ted and Jed had shared their room for a while and had a
normal routine,  though Ted was in all senses considered a
slave by Greg and Craig and acted accordingly in all
occasions Jed often took the character of a slave and put
Ted in the role of Master.  This occasional turnabout to his
real life gave Ted a balance that brought peace to his life.
He grew to treasure the times he spent with Jed and
respected him for his wisdom.  Their sessions sometimes
became intense but there was a mutual respect and both men
knew they would never ask the other to do something they
felt they would be uncomfortable with.  As time went on
however, it seemed that they become more and more
comfortable with more.  The sessions became more intense and
this evening Ted practiced his newly trained skills in the
handling of a bull whip.  Jed had been left unfastened and
simply standing with his arms braced against the back of a
chair.  This was a sign of trust as well as the necessity of
the fact that in their room they did not have the facility
of tying someone up for a whipping or flogging.  Jed had
initially been quite afraid of the whip as he had
experienced it before, but as his trust in Ted had grown and
his acceptance of that fine line where pain turned to
pleasure he had steadily pushed his limits and was ready to
try to accept this latest step.

"Are you ready for this?" asked Ted.

"Sir, yes Sir," replied Jed.

"Whoosh,  Snap" echoed the whip as it first sailed through
the air then snapped as it reached it's target.

"One Sir, thank you Sir, May I have another?" said Jed as
the intense pain began to radiate from his hip.

"Whoosh,   Snap" echoed the whip again as it landed on Jed's
upper back.

"Two Sir, thank you Sir, May I have another?" said Jed with
just a little more emotion in his voice as another area of
his body began to cry out in the burning stab of pain left
by the whip.

"Whoosh,    Snap" echoed the whip once again, as it struck
Jed's ass squarely in the center, leaving its mark across
both globes.

"Three Sir, thank you Sir, May I have another?" came an even
shakier response.

"Whoosh,   Snap" echoed the whip once again, this time
striking a little closer to the shoulder area.

"Four Sir, thank you Sir, May I have another?"

"Whoosh,  Snap" again the whip left it's mark across Jed's
ass.

"Five Sir, thank you Sir, May I have another?

"Come here!" instructed Ted as he coiled the whip and laid
it too rest on the table beside him.

Jed slowly moved from the chair and with some amount of pain
in each step approached Ted.  As he did so he acknowledged
the order to turn around and picking up a container of salve
Ted began to carefully cover the reddened areas.   He had
chosen a whip and a force of stroke that would did not break
the skin.  Each of the reddened areas would stay that way
for only a short period of time.  His intent had been to
inflict the sting and immediate pain but not to leave any
lasting effects.  Psychologically there had been an effect
but it was not an unwanted one between these two men.  They
were building a bond of trust between them and each of their
actions, strange as they may seem, where only enforcing that
bond.  Each knew that no matter what, they would not be
harmed by the other.  Their life would be safe in the
other's hands no matter what.  With them working at the
center it was somewhat akin to what Jed had experienced with
his partner in law enforcement.  They had to trust each
other implicitly in order to work well together.

Once the salve had been applied they spent some time in
pleasuring each other's body, each one intent on producing
more pleasure for the other.  From an outward appearance one
would get the impression they were two animals attempting to
maul each other but that was not the case, they were simply
uninhibited in their attempt to bring the other pleasure.
Since in this session Ted was acting as the Master, he soon
managed to get Jed into a position of subservience and
bending him over the nearest chair impaled him.  His thrusts
brought sounds of pleasure from both participants as Jed
urged Ted to continue and Ted continued to state his
intentions to "give him something he would remember that
only a real man could do."

Only too soon Ted began to climax followed closely by Jed.
Both spent they showered, caring for each other lovingly as
they washed each other then after re-applying the salve to
Jed's body they continued their embrace as they tumbled into
bed and went fast asleep in each others arms.

Evan and Bobby had played out their own little scene as
well.  A set of keys to various restraint devices had been
frozen in a cup of ice and it was placed in a dish next to
their bed.  The cuffs and other devices of restraint soon
bound them together.  Until the ice melted to give them
access to the keys neither of them would be able to free
himself from the other.  Their bindings gave them some
movement but they could not become unattached.  Considering
the fact that Evan wrists were attached to Bobby's ankles
and vice versa it left them in a position to service each
other in a very intimate way.  They rolled over and over
giving each of them time to be on top or on the bottom or
side by side as they tried everything they could think of to
pleasure each other.  Any surface of their body that could
be reached would receive attention.  At first they would
back off as soon as they approached orgasm to heighten the
experience but after an hour  of a constant roller coaster
of feelings they shot for that pinnacle and once they went
over the edge the first time they continued in their lust to
force just one more time, each time they exploded again
their lust forced them to try one more time.  After they had
each made it more times than they could remember they
managed to get hold of the keys still buried in some of the
ice.  An onlooker would have found it very hilarious to
watch as they maneuvered their way into the bathroom.  Evan
stood and walked as Bobby overturned, walked on his hands
with his legs sticking behind Evan and up with his knees
bent over Evan's shoulders to give him the support he needed
to stay in position.  Their march to the bathroom was
certainly akin to a circus clown act, without the funny
costumes.  Once they hit the shower they positioned the ice
cup of keys so the water could release the keys but in the
meantime as the water cascaded over their bodies they
resumed their attention to each other and forced out one
more explosion before they were able to get the keys and
separate themselves from each other.  Once they had done so
it only allowed them to both stand upright.  Lathering each
others bodies they each reached behind the other and
explored their partner's anal regions.  Evan drew Bobby
closer to him and helping to support him by bringing Bobby's
legs up around his waist, Evan positioned him against the
wall and had him slide down until he was deeply impaled on
Evan's cock.  With his hands on the globes of Bobby's ass
Evan helped him to rise and lover himself repeatedly
stimulating them both to another climax.  As Bobby shot yet
again the jets of his semen landed on their chests.  As
their orgasm subsided they pulled one another closer to
battle with their tongues as the semen spread and glued them
together.   Slowly returning his feet to the floor Bobby
stood again on his own and proceeded to wash Evan first with
his hands then with his tongue.  Evan turned for Bobby to
continue where upon Bobby lovingly lathered his crack and
inserting his fingers began a slow torture of Evan's anal
area.  As one finger was joined by another and then another
he soon removed his hand and placing the tip of his cock
into position pressed forward to the Evan's delight.  As
Evan stood with his hands against the shower wall Bobby
thrust his way in and out bringing them both to the abyss
once again.  As Bobby shot repeatedly into Evan, Evan shoot
forth onto the shower wall.  Oh, the strength of youth.
They were certainly drained by this point and sleepily
toweled each other and found their way to bed  and each
others arms.

Greg's bedroom had been no less active but certainly there
being four participants, things were a little different.
They started by undressing themselves for each other as a
bit of a striptease, the sons first for the fathers, then
the fathers returning the favor.  Partners switched back and
forth as the evening progressed.  At times the younger men
were each other with the older together then father and son
then they switched and James was with Greg and Phil with
Craig.  At one point they even tried a daisy chain with
father and sons alternating.  At some point each man was
with each of the other three and one activity even got them
all together as Phil leaned over the bed to be impaled by
Craig who in turn was impaled by James who in turn was
impaled by Greg.  Their movement brought all but Phil to a
climax upon which he moved out and impaled his father to
continue the fun.  He too soon went over the top and
collapsed briefly on his father.  Showers revived them
sufficiently to continue their activities while showering,
then deciding not to try sleeping all in one bed; Phil
decided to stay with Greg while Craig and James went to
Craig's room to retire for the night.

Early morning slipped by all as no one stirred until close
to ten o'clock Christmas morning.

As they all met for a late breakfast there seemed to be a
special glow between all of them and spirits certainly ran
high.  No sooner than they finished breakfast, they moved to
the den with the excitement of little boys to see what was
under the tree.  Each had placed the wrapped packages their
just before dinner.  After they had retired, several more
had been added by some staff.  These included some gifts by
some staff members as well as some specially arranged items
from the men to each other that they had requested staff
take care of when no one was around so they would not be
seen until Christmas morning.

The younger guys alternated playing Santa and distributed
the gifts, each man waiting until everything had been
distributed before starting to open them.  Then one at a
time they went around the room in order of age from youngest
to oldest opening one gift at a time until all had been
opened.

Each of the younger men received numerous items of clothing,
not that they needed anything, but each item was different
that what might already be in their wardrobe and was
appreciated.  There were several pieces of various
electronics or recordings that had been mentioned at some
time.  The older men also found a certain number of items of
clothing; it seemed the younger guys felt that perhaps the
older needed a slight revamping of their wardrobes to stay
in style so they took the opportunity to do so.  Each man
had certain favorite hobbies or activities so appropriate
items to complement those things were to be found.  Greg was
particularly impressed by a rather rare volume, signed by
one of his favorite authors presented to him by Glenn.  It
seems that Glenn had been very astute in his observations of
each of the others and had found something of peculiar
interest for each.  Even to the items he had managed to
purchase on a return trip to the men's store in Scottsdale.
After opening all the gifts Craig made the announcement that
the awards for the trees would be made after dinner and the
prizes would be announced then.

Lunch was light, sandwiches of all descriptions, several
choices of salads, fruits etc. Everyone was in a jovial mood
as they each thought about the proper care of the gifts they
had received, where they would go and how they would use
them.  They also wondered what the evening would bring, who
would come out as the best tree designer and what the prizes
would be.

As they began to leave from lunch Craig pulled Glenn and
Mars aside and asked them if they wished to deal with their
fathers.  Both agreed that though they might prefer doing it
at some point in time other than Christmas day it might be
more meaningful if they did stay with today.  Agreeing upon
a time Mars and Glenn went to Glenn's room to discuss just
what they were going to do.

After a short but informative discussion Glenn decided that
the scene as Mars had described would be perfect for
Terrence and Matthew.  He left to meet with Craig and begin
the session.

It did progress exactly as Mars had described, with each man
responding as predicted and, as predicted each man fell into
the trap sprung on him and succumbed to his new lifestyle.
Glenn felt happy with himself as he left the center feeling
that finally he had overcome what these men had done.  He
was now in a position to go on with his life.  They would no
longer haunt him.  Besides, with them in the facility he
would have the opportunity from time to time to find other
ways to humiliate them.  Perhaps he could even establish
some kind of a relationship with them but on the other hand
why should he, he had a loving relationship with Mars.  He
was more concerning how things were going between Mars and
his father.

 Mars was apprehensive as he entered the room where his
father had been taken.  As he entered his father kneeled
down and lowered his head.  As Mars approached his father
remained silent and without movement.

"Rise and present," ordered Mars.  Immediately his father
rose and placing his feet appropriately apart he put his
hands behind his head forcing his chest out and focused his
glaze to the floor in front of him.  "You have been taught
the proper respect as a slave, haven't you?"

Since he had been asked a question his speech was allowed so
he responded, "Sir, yes Sir"

"Good, I am glad to see that someone has gotten through your
bullshit, finally. However even though you might not have
been aware, you have earned a punishment.  I am to be
referred to as Master by you.  For now I will allow you to
speak freely, if you overstep in what you say I will
terminate that right."

Without comment his father returned to his knees in front of
Mars then bowing with his head touching the floor he
tenderly reached for Mar's foot and directed it to rest upon
his head, showing his acceptance.  When Mars removed his
foot his father continued to remain in the same position
until instructed to rise once again.

"Master, I am sorry for all I have done and beg your
forgiveness, I am here only to serve your every command."

"Very well taught, or is this just another of your lies?  It
would be very difficult to forgive all that you have done.
I wanted only your love, for you to love me and allow me to
love you; my sexuality would not have changed our
interaction.  I would never have asked you to do anything
with me, just accept that I would have a relationship with
another male..  Instead you declared war on not only me, but
my mother, and then had the audacity to murder not only mom,
but my aunt as well.  I would have never wished what you
have gone through on any one, but I see the results have
been worth while.   When you were first captured I did not
want to ever see you again.  That took seed like a cancer
and eats away inside me.  All I ever wanted was your love
and all you could do was fuck me and the rest of the family.
Originally I requested that after you went through training
you were to be sold to some slave owner in Dahra, thus
removing you from my life forever.  As I see things now that
is not the answer.  Normally a slave is not given an
explanation of what is to happen with the life he is going
to live.  It is no longer his life; the life belongs to the
Master who owns him.  I can only rid myself of this cancer
by confronting you and because of the love that I have
always wished to give you, but you would not accept, I am
telling you just what is going to happen.  It is ironic that
today is Christmas, for I have several presents for you
today.  Perhaps to you the greatest is the fact that you
will not be leaving for Dahra but will remain here where I
will be able to monitor the life you will lead.  Secondly
since you have fucked others including myself in the past I
have a present for you that will physically keep you from
every doing it again in the biblical manner as with the loss
of your freedom, any other way has already been taken away.
Now, so as not to delay, approach the frame so we can
proceed."

His father turned and approached the frame standing in
position to be fastened.  One cuff at a time Mars attached
the four cuffs to his limbs and activating the motors the
legs were stretched apart as the hands moved upwards
resulting in his suspended position without ability to move.
His father continued to cast his focus forward towards the
floor.  The training staff had done a good job and this
slave had been broken and trained properly.  Not a shred of
his previous temper or attitude had exposed itself during
the encounter so far.  Actually in his mind he had done a
complete about face. Those ideas for which he had condemned
his son, where now the only source of pleasure to him.  A
height of pleasure he had never known before.  If he could
only express to his son all he wanted now was the ability to
share that same love with Mars.  He knew that in his
position, even with his instructions that he could speak
freely this was not the type of statement he could make, he
was ashamed of what he had done but would only be further
humiliated if he should confess this now to Mars.

"Are we comfortable?" asked Mars as the motors ceased their
movement.

"Master, I am only here to serve you, comfort is not of my
concern, to serve you is my only goal and I ask only to do
what would please you."

"Good, a well thought answer.  I remember receiving your
wrath when I displeased you, it is now time that you feel
some small taste of the same for what you have done.
Because I am not proficient and could cause more permanent
harm than I would wish, the Whip Master will deliver this
first part of your punishment.  Remember, the only reason I
am not doing it myself is that I do not wish to cause you
permanent harm.  Even so, as you so often told me this will
hurt me more than it will hurt you."

The Whip Master took his position and as each blow landed,
Mars counted them for his father.  As they were counted his
father thanked him for each one.  In his mind he knew that
he had tasted this whip before and after what he had done,
was resigned that the news he was going to be sent away and
now would not be was more than sufficient reason to endure
whatever was given to him.  Unlike his previous session
where blood had been drawn there seemed to be no blood drawn
this time.  The pain was not lessened, the sharp intense
feeling as the whip found it's home followed by the searing
pain that radiated from that area was still all to
prevalent.  The blows continued one after another until
twenty had found their mark.  Mars had the Whip Master pause
as he looked straight into his father's eyes, ordering him
to also look into his and he told him that each of those
blows were to represent each of the years Mars had been his
son and how through his actions he had spurned him.
Starting again he was given another twenty five blows.
These in a similar manner were explained to represent each
of the years he had been with his wife and her family who
through his actions, he had taken not only his wife but her
sister from this world and away from Mars.  Two people who
had continued to love and stand by him.  Mars requested the
Whip Master leave.  Without hesitation the Whip Master
exited with his equipment as sobs could be heard from Mar's
father as he hung suspended.

"I always loved you and wished I could show you just how
much, but understanding your feelings, I could only hope to
do so in other ways than the physical nature that I could
share with another man.  You, in your own way fucked me
over, and now as odd as it might seem, you have grown to
desire such physical attention from other men.  From now on,
that is the only type of attention you will receive.  Others
will be able to use you but never again will you be able to
fuck someone else.  I didn't think I would ever do so and
have at times questioned whether I should, but just once I
want you to feel what you might have had."

With that said Mars moved into position behind his father
and with a jar of salve began to lovingly apply the salve to
all the areas that had been subjected to the bite of the
whip.  Slowly and sensually he massaged the salve into the
skin as the medicinal values of the salve calmed the skin
end the massage translated into the feelings of love.  His
father began to feel a different type of warmth spread
through his body; one of relief and comfort replacing the
searing pain that had resided there so shortly before.  Once
Mars had covered all the areas, he switched to a lubricant
and began to work the area between his father's ass cheeks.
Slowly and methodically he worked his way closer to that
rosebud which through the recent training was all too
willing to give way and accept whatever intruder might
present it.   First with one finger and then two, then
three, Mars opened his father.  Finally a fourth finger
entered and with the addition of plenty of lube the opening
was stretched to it's fullest.  Mars moved in front of his
father and commanding him to watch, removed his clothing,
slowly stroking himself as the head of his glans glistened
with the precum copiously being produced.  Then moving back
behind him again he lovingly but steadily buried his cock
into his father.  No pain was felt as the preparation had
been thorough and his father's training had been quite
sufficient.  Mars varied not only his stroke but also his
speed as he brought himself to a climax.  As he had sensed
his father's closeness to climax he had reached around and
applied pressure or a flick to his balls so as to keep his
father from being able to climax as well. When he completed
his orgasm Mars stayed in place for a few more minutes as he
continued to tease his father's nipples and alternately run
his hands down to caress his dick and balls, eliciting moans
of pleasure from him.  All too soon Mars removed his hands
and pulled back leaving his father with an empty feeling but
so close to orgasm.

The doctor entered pushing a cart with him. As he stopped
next to the frame Mars touched the control panel and caused
the frame to begin to rotate slightly bringing his father's
feet farther off the floor and him closer to a lying
position.  With his legs spread as they were there was ample
access to his groin area.

"I have another present for you now, this will insure a
constant reminder of what you have done and what you will no
longer be able to do."

The doctor stepped forward and with one gloved hand he began
to explore the sphincter before him while with the other he
took hold of the hardened and very erect cock projected
upward. As a finger entered through the sphincter it found
its mark and began its massage.  With the movement of the
other hand a constant pressure was placed on the cock and
the milking began.  Soon ejaculate came forth but its source
did not feel the ecstasy of relief, in a matter of a short
period of time he was drained, left with the wanton desire
of an orgasm but robbed totally of it.  Though spent his
cock remained solid.

"I told you that never again will you be able to fuck
someone else.  Each day you will be milked without orgasm to
relieve your system of your precious fluids, not even with
the possibility of a wet dream will give you relief.  Those
balls will be harnessed and utilized to remind you of what
you have done and in a matter of speaking, as you have taken
away from others you will be reminded of things taken away
from you."

The doctor pulled a can of spray Novocain and lightly
sprayed the scrotum.

"A small amount of Novocain has been applied, enough to
slightly lessen, but definitely not remove the pain you are
about to endure," said Mars.

Picking up a piercing needle the doctor isolated one
testicle in the side of the scrotum and stabbed through the
scrotum and the center of the testicle.  Screams could be
heard as the needle made its way. Quickly he placed a large
ring through the piercing and when finished looked to Mars
for his approval.  When Mars nodded his ascent the doctor
repeated his actions on the other testicle. Again screams
resounded as the flesh was impaled by the needle.  When
finished, Mars' father had two large rings, one on each side
of his scrotum clearly capturing one each of the balls
within.

"Now for the better part," said Mars as the doctor grasped
the slightly deflating cock and stroked it back to fullness.
With another piercing needle he entered on one side of the
shaft about an inch back from the corona, just below the
level of the urethra and exited out the opposite side when
the needle left it was replaced with a tube threaded on one
end and with a turned edge on the other.  A flat collar was
turned over the threads and the installation was completed.
A tube now existed through his dick with a flange on each
end that prevented it from being removed.   A drop of glue
had been placed on the threads before applying the final
flange to it would not come off.

"You wonder what the purpose of the new ornamentation is, I
am sure.  Let me show you," said Mars as he picked up yet
another item from the doctor's cart.  The hinged tube in his
hands was made of surgical steel and was shaped vary closely
to that of a penis.  Opening the tube he placed it over his
fathers cock and closed it overlapping a good part of it in
such a way that it rested just behind the P.A. protruding
from the tip of his cock, and encased about two-thirds of
his shaft.  As he began to close it he flicked his fathers
scrotum and with the events just having taken place his
fathers cock deflated. Reaching down and grasping one ring
at a time he hooked the rings on either side of the shaft.
It became readily evident that with a deflated cock a
minimum amount of pressure would be applied, however should
an erection occur, the rings would apply pressure on the
testicles as they were pulled away from the body.  As the
apparatus closed, another hook identical to the one below,
matched up removing any possibility of the testicular rings
from disengaging.  The tip also formed in such a manner to
be thwarted in moving over the P.A.  Before the final shift
into position a pin was inserted through the side of the
device and through the tube in his father's cock.  When it
protruded through the other side it was locked in place by
the final position of the cage.  A small lock was attached
and the cage was no longer removable without the key.
Between his P.A. and the piercing his cock could not deflate
to the point of shrinking out of the device, and upon
erection it would painfully pull his balls from his body
stretching his scrotum without mercy.

"Merry Christmas, your present will be attended to daily, I
hope you will enjoy it and think of me!" said Mars as he
turned and exited the room.

His father could only weep as the realization came over him
of what he had lost.  An ache filled his heart as he wished
that someday he might find atonement with his son.  The
doctor dressed each of the piercings and removed him from
the frame calling for the assistance of several guards to
remove him back to his dorm.

Mars left the room with mixed feelings.  He had accomplished
what he had intended, it had been hard on him as well, but
his father must feel the pain for his actions.  He had not
done anything that would cause permanent harm to his father.
Should he decide to he could reverse the piercings.  Their
removal would require a period of time for healing but it
was possible.  The cage could be removed at any time with
the use of a key.  The psychological advantage had been
established.  In not permanently harming or disfiguring his
father he had retained his humanity.  He could live with
what he had done.  He only wished that as he had come to an
orgasm he could have allowed his father to do so as well.
He so wanted to share his love with him but that was not to
be, at least not at this juncture.

Dinner was lively, each person feeling in great spirits.
Mars seemed somewhat subdued however; it would take a little
bit of time for him to completely accept the situation as it
now existed.  He did however attempt to join in the
festivity of the season, after all the love of his life;
Glenn was by his side and gushing with pleasure at how well
his meeting had been with his father and Matt.  The script
Mars had suggested from his dream had been a very pleasant
and rewarding experience for Glenn.  After dinner Craig
would announce the winner of the contest and the prizes.  It
was a time to look forward too.

Following another feast of magnificent proportions, the men
gathered in the Den for the highly anticipated
announcements.

"Each team has decorated a tree that is award winning.  The
professional decorator has examined each and along with Greg
and I concur that it would only be fair to establish a
series of categories, each with their own winner.
Surprisingly enough we found no duplication of theme between
the trees and when the fact is also taken into consideration
that several of the trees are actually designed for their
components to be utilized by those less fortunate to provide
them with activities and pleasure for the following years it
became impossible to assign a ranking to any tree over
another.  For this reason six categories have been
established and a first place trophy created for each.  Each
of you will receive one of these trophies.  Now for the
prize,  seeing that this would be the case, and
understanding the proclivities of all involved, a previously
unused area of the mansion has been renovated. This area has
been created for the entertainment of each and everyone
here.  I realize that imagination has never been limited and
fantasies have abounded, I only hope that with this surprise
everyone will be even more fulfilled.  Gentlemen it you will
follow me."

They all rose and followed as Craig and then Greg led the
way.  From the Den they followed the halls into the entrance
way and then off towards the stairs.  Down the stairs and
deep into the area under the West side of the mansion.  As
they proceeded along the corridor each wondered just what
might lie ahead.  Finally at the end of the hall they came
to a massive door.  As Craig opened the door he turned to
the men and extended his invitation to enter.

To be continued

Written by Rod

Copyright 2005 by Rod

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