Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 18:59:57 -0700 From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com> Subject: Scott IV Scott IV ======== 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) 1999, 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 site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications, Last time --------- So, I should perhaps review where we left off. I spent Friday, July 3, 1998 in a strange hotel room with a man who turned out to be my Hollywood idol. He fucked me bareback and spanked me with an old fashioned wooden hairbrush. We met again and I agreed to be his wife and follow his family's most unusual rules. We were married on the weekend of the 10th of July. Nevada ------ During the course of the week, I took care of wrapping up my old business. Each night felt strange without Scott to hold me, love me, and control me. By the time Friday rolled around, I was eager to be at his house early. I arrived and he and Mark were standing downstairs with suitcases being loaded into the car. "Come on," Scott said and I jumped into the car. Mark added, "We packed for you." At LAX we boarded a plan for Tahoe. On the plane, our seats were not at all together, so we were separated, Mark was fairly close and mentioned that the a good portion of the family lived in the Tahoe region, mostly on the Nevada side. Midway through the flight, we convinced my neighbor to switch with Mark for the aisle seat and he spent some time explaining the family. This small chart may be helpful to you, I keep it towards the front of my diary: > Brian m. Maria (my mother and father in-law respectively > | > |- Tim m. Maria > | > |- Sarah m. Lance > | > |- Mike m. Julie > | > |- Scott m. Jack (my husband and I) > | > |- Mark (Scott's younger brother who lives with us) > > The my husband's siblings are listed from oldest, top, to > youngest, bottom, on the left hand side beneath my in-laws. > My in-laws, Tim, Sarah and Mike all live in Tahoe, some > other close relatives lived nearby. Mark explained that Tim was an attorney and that if I had looked closely at some of the documents I had sent back they went to him in Nevada. His wife was a secretary in the office and Tim practiced with an attorney from a family with similar traditions. Their practice was almost exclusively taken up with issues that families like the Smiths face in the modern world. Mark explained that Sarah had married a guy right out of American Gladiators, well at least the name and the blonde muscle physique matched. She did not work, but Lance worked ski patrol in winters and hiked in summers. Mike was the middle child and had met his wife in college at University of Colorado Boulder. An expert in criminology Mike testified as an expert witness on crime scene reconstruction nationwide. Julie traveled with him. Mark explained there were grandchildren also, but the short flight didn't allow time to get into that. On the ground, Scott's dad, Brian, met us with an Explorer and we were on our way into the basin. Brian dropped Scott and I at a small house and went on with Mark. Scott carried our luggage in as a young woman, all of 30 perhaps, greeted me. A slightly older man, probably early 40's came out and gave Scott a warm hug. Inside, the introductions made it clear this was Scott's oldest brother Tim. Maria was gorgeous and also a very gracious hostess. She took me aside and explained the kids were out and Tim and Scott would be working with me. Legal ----- Tim beckoned me over after a few minutes and kissed me full on the mouth with tongue. I knew better than to fight or question this already. "Very handsome," Tim said to Scott. Scott smiled and nodded. "Ok, Jack, I've got some things we need to go over so if you could sit down here," he said pointing to a chair next to the desk. "First off, expedited name change papers finished," he said taking out documents bearing a court seal. I shook slightly inside, Scott had now claimed my identity, I was "Jack Smith" forever more. "A new passport, social security card, and driver's license will come soon," Tim continued. "Now, do you remember signing the consent to corporal punishment," he asked. I nodded. "Good, we are going to review it," he said as he handed me a document with blank spaces. "Please print your full legal name at the top," he instructed. > Jack Smith "Good, now do you recognize these pictures," he asked setting down some Polaroids Scott had taken over the past two weekends. I nodded. They showed my face, my body, and most of all my sore butt. "Please initial each one, then date it, then give it a number," Tim instructed. I complied. Each picture seemed humiliating, I was being dominated by my husband, Scott, he was controlling me. "Now, write down '30 Pictures demonstrating consensual corporal punishment'," Tim instructed. On the blank I wrote out: > Thirty pictures demonstrating consensual corporal punishment Tim continued, "Answer the remaining questions yes or no, writing out your answer fully." * I understand that my husband may spank me as he sees appropriate * I understand that my husband may strike me with implements including, but not limited to: a cane, a belt, a hairbrush, a strap, and a whip. * I understand that my husband does not need my permission to administer corporal punishment. The list went on, over a fully page, after each, I wrote "Yes" hesitating only slightly. The sense of humiliation and dominance by my husband was intense. When I finished, Maria administered a notary oath to me as I signed the document and at was placed with the earlier contract. I felt unbelievably humiliated, but it didn't stop. Tim aggressively, pulled me up and dropped my pants and bent me over the desk. I felt his finger probe my fuckhole and in seconds, I could feel his bare cock sliding into me. He talked to me as he fucked me and Scott stuck his cock in my mouth. "This is the hardest part," Tim explained as he thrust into me splitting me open, "giving up control. It took Julie three days and her family has the same traditions." I started to cry from the embarrassment of being fucked by my brother in-law as my husband thrust his cock deep down my throat. "I can promise you that everything will be taken care of, in fact Sid from the trust company will be by shortly to help fill out the documents." Scott removed his cock from my mouth and Tim continued to talk as he fucked me. "Why are you letting me fuck you," he asked. I hesitated and he asked, "Do you need some time in the corner?" "No," I responded through tears, "I'm letting you fuck me because I'm Scott's wife." "And," Tim prompted. "Because I love him and would do anything for him," I added. Tim's thick cock was thrusting in and out of me rapidly with deep probing thrusts each penetrating deep into me. I was crying in utter humiliation and in desperation, in just two weeks I had become a kept man. Tim said it, "What's it like being a kept woman." "Whose property are you?" "Scott's," I answered through tears. "Say it louder," Tim repeated as he thrust into me again splitting me wider with his massive cock penetrating my ass. "I'm Scott's property," I said. "Louder," Tim commanded. "I'm Scott's property," I shouted. "Good," he said as he collapsed on top of my back and shot a load of cum inside my body. When I looked up a young blond haired man was standing watching as well as Scott and Maria. Trust ----- "I'm Sid," he said by way of introduction. He did not seem surprised by my state or what was going on. He continued without waiting for a response from me, or for Tim to remove his cock from my fuckhole. "Basically, we are going to place all of your assets in a management trust and I will be making your investment decisions, the money will still be yours though," Sid explained. I started to cry louder, but Tim barked in my ear, "Corner." I stood and slowly went to the corner as ordered. I heard Tim and Scott talking with Sid and Maria as if I wasn't there. I kept crying, I wanted Scott so bad, but this was just terrifying me, it was letting go of the last freedom I had. Still alone in the corner, Scott and Tim began describing my accounts and assets to Sid without my involvement. I felt violated, but I stayed in the corner, I was Scott's, and if he wanted me to do this, I had to. I broke into a new round of tears. After a bit, Maria approached and whispered, "There there dear, it will be ok, Scott really loves you, and I can tell you love him, just sign the paper, you really won't be any worse off and Sid is very good at managing money." I stopped crying a bit and looked at Maria. "Really," she said. "I was an only child in my family and we had similar traditions, so I inherited over a million dollars, but when I married Tim, I placed it in trust. In just five years it has nearly doubled. Scott does not need you money any more than Tim needs mine, but he does need you do give up control and belong to him." She finished with a question, "Are you ready to be his?" I nodded. She stepped away and Scott called me over to sit down at the desk again in a few minutes. Sid handed me some financial papers including a power of attorney and I picked up the pen and signed them. Sid kissed me on the forehead and said, "Don't worry, it will be fine." I smiled and started to shiver. Scott picked me up and flipped me over his lap and began to hand spank me as I sobbed. My cock stiffened at his touch and I stopped shivering and crying. I loved him. He loved me. He would take care of me. I was his after all. The hand spanking continued slowly and lightly so as not to really hurt, but to really just tease and arouse me greatly. Sensing my impending orgasm, Scott suddenly stopped and pulled me close and held me against his chest and told me he loved me. Initiation Ceremony ------------------- After a while, Maria motioned for me and we headed to Tim and Maria's master bedroom to talk. She was extremely bright and explained she was an exception in that she worked, but she was side by side with Tim all day, so it was the same. The agenda for the evening was explained, we would go to Brian and Maria's (my in-laws) for dinner and all of the siblings would be present -- except Mark since he was single. The grandchildren, nieces and nephews to me, would be out of the house. Maria mentioned that she thought Mark might be baby sitting some of them at Sarah's house. The evening would start with me being presented. Then a circle would form and each husband would penetrate me in turn. Then each would spank me once. Finally, one of the husbands -- probably Lance -- would be responsible for the initiation paddling. She assumed it would be Lance because he was quite the muscle stud and when Mike married Julie he had done it and also at a cousin's initiation just last month. I nodded. She explained, that it would hurt a bit more than most of the spankings our spouses gave, but it was fundamentally no different. Then after I was sore, all of us wives would rotate among the husbands as they ate giving them blow jobs. Brian would call out rotations every ten or so minutes. After the men ate, we would be able to eat. The whole thing sounded weird, but it was common, the larger the gathering, the more sex. I'll just mention that Thanksgiving at Scott's grandparents later that same year was quite interesting. At five, we piled into Tim's Landrover and headed for my in-laws. We arrived ten or twelve minutes later and introductions were had all around. Scott's brothers all looked remarkably similar, all youthful features, all clean shaven, all hot. Brian called things to order and with wives standing next to their husbands, Scott announce me, "I present my new wife, `Jack'." I stepped forward and turned around to allow all of his siblings to see me in my clothes. The slight androgeny brought on by Scott's selections did not go unnoticed. After a few minutes, Brian asked me to undress. I did and again rotated to allow everyone to see my naked body. Brian started, he pulled me towards him and kissed me. Then Tim grabbed me and kissed me with tongue. Next, Lance, Sarah's husband, forcefully embraced me and kissed me. Then Mike, we were going down in age. Scott was next and whispered reassurances. Scott applied a thick amount of lubricant to my fuckhole and passed me to his father. "What's mine is yours," he announced as I was being bent over by my father in-law. His cock felt good, again, my second time with my father in-law was nice. His cock felt like Scott's and he was gentle opening me slowly and thrusting a few times. Next, Time fucked me again. He was gentle also, just thrusting a few times. Lance was more aggressive thrusting into me violently his long thick shaft more intense than Scott's and he gladly thrust in and out of me five or ten times before passing me to Mike. Mike also was more aggressive continuing to fuck me longer than Lance even. Finally, Scott took me and penetrated me a single time. Scott kissed me and then bent me over, ass towards his Dad. Whack. (Brian) Whack.(Tim) Whack. (Lance -- ouch!!) Whack. (Mike) Whack. (Scott) Scott then turned me around and grabbed my shoulders. Lance -- I could tell from the force -- then proceeded to wail on my ass with the hairbrush. Scott held me down and the pain was actually not that bad, but it did hurt. When it was over everyone, wives in all, hugged around me. Dinner was full of cocks. I moved from cock to cock with the other wives at my sides. All five cocks passed my mouth that dinner. Then we all gathered in the kitchen to eat and clean up. Night ----- Scott and I went back to Tim's afterwards and Mark was there with Tim's kids, Nancy and Todd. It was late so after some brief introductions to the niece and nephew as Uncle Jack, it was bedtime. Scott cuddled me the whole night, holding me close. As I fell asleep, he kept telling me how much he loved me and how proud he was of me. In the morning, Scott suggested I go into Tim's room and I did. I heard Scott talking with Nancy and Todd in the living room. Maria was up and when I walked in she put on a robe and headed out. Tim rolled on top of me and kissed me. He held me tenderly and asked how I was doing. "Good," I responded. He smiled and kissed me again. "Maria loves me and I love my kids, but I wish I had been as honest as Scott and Mark," Tim offered by way of explanation as I felt his finger lubricate my fuckhole. He fucked me facing me and was very tender, kissing me and clearly respecting me and acknowledging me as male. Although the other family members would use me like any Smith family wife, only Tim would truly use me knowing and respecting that I was male. I orgasmed from his fucking me and he kissed me and then shot a load inside me again. "Thank you Jack," he said as he stood up. I joined the family in the living room. Nancy and Todd were both young, Nancy was seven and Todd five. Scott Maria offered to drive us back to the airport to catch our flight and Tim took the kids outside to play. Home ---- Back at home in Los Angeles, it seemed quiet not to have the whole family on hand. We spent the rest of the weekend snuggling in bed with each other. He fucked me five times and spanked me three times. It was a lot of fun. When Monday morning came, it felt hollow to have to go back to me apartment in Santa Monica. We also did our first extended bondage session. He started around nine o'clock in the evening Sunday. He put a hood over my head that left only my nose open to the air. He instructed me repeatedly to calm down and breathe deeply. After a minute, my breathing slowed and the confinement of the hood settled in. Slowly he pushed me onto a bed. I monitored my breathing and tried not to concentrate on the loss of control. I felt my hands being stretched towards the corners of the bed. Warm leather restraints encased my wrists. More movement, I tried to move my arms, but they were pinioned apart. Next, I felt restraints encircle my legs. Another few movements and they were pinioned apart. I must have looked like a hooded X on the bed. Stretched and unable to move. Then there was nothing. For a long time. I had to focus hard on not panicking. I couldn't call out. I couldn't really move. I struggled a bit more and I thought I heard laughter, but wasn't sure. Scott might be watching, but he wasn't talking. A small sensation on my cockhead was my first hint. It tingled. Then I felt a firm grip around my cock shaft. Scott -- or someone else -- was stroking me off. My body strained against the restraints, I moaned through the hood, but no direct comments. Then nothing again. The silence and the darkness seemed interminable. There was nothing. Every small sensation seemed more and more intense. A little cold on one part of my body seemed like a deep chill. A slight unevenness in the sheet under me felt like a dagger. I fought to stay calm and control my breathing, and then I felt another sensation. It was intense pain. Something had just struck my balls. I couldn't call out through the mask so I gasped in pain. Then nothing again. Scott kept this up for hours at end. When the mask finally came off and my wrists were untied, I had shot a load of cum from the varied sensations. A thin whip mark was visible across my chest, but Scott rubbed some lotion on my chest and assured me it would fade. The clock read two o'clock, five hours had passed. We spent the rest of the Sunday night into Monday morning cuddling. Wrapping Up ----------- Back at my Scott-less apartment, I found Sam sitting on my doorsteps. "Where have you been," he asked angry. Before I could answer, he continued, "Things just took a bad turn for me, Tim, the UCLA law student you met just broke up with me." Sam shouted, "Where the fuck were you." "Why the fuck weren't you here for me," Sam cried out and kicked my front door and then started crying. "How long have you been here," I asked. "Since last night, I let myself in," he murmured. I took his hand and pulled me towards him and hugged him. "You loved him, didn't you, he was the one for you," I asked rhetorically. Sam nodded. I sighed. "Come on up," I beckoned. Inside Sam poured out his guts. The phone rang, Mark, wondering if we could go out to a club. I suggested he come over and I mentioned that I had a good candidate for him. Sam and I continued to chat, by the time Mark rang the doorbell, I had managed to get him off the roof and convince him that the universe wasn't about to end. When Mark came up, I could sense an immediate chemistry between Sam and him. Introductions followed and some polite chit chat. The chit chat turned sex talk quickly enough with Sam coming right out and asking Mark, "So, are you looking to be a kept man like Jack?" I blushed, but Mark enthusiastically answered, "You bet." "Jack could you bring me a ruler," Sam instructed. Mark approached Sam and Sam pulled down Mark's pants. Ruler to Butt ------------- I brought back a yard stick and Sam bent Mark over my desk and told him to grip the edge of the desk. Mark grasped it firmly. His smooth, tanned buttocks were upended and exposed for Sam's attention. Sam lifted the ruler slowly and then explained that he was going to leave Mark some marks to think about. Then the first swing left an incredible welt mark. The heavy, thick wood of the ruler had made quite an impact on Mark's butt. The outline of the ruler was clearly visible, but despite the intense pain the ruler must have inflicted, Mark remained still as Sam lifted the ruler again. **CRACK** **CRACK** **CRACK** Blow, after blow, the ruler was brutalizing Mark's buttocks. After twenty odd strokes, visible redness like blood was close to the surface in places and deep indentations from the ruler were visible across his cheeks. Mark was clearly enjoying himself and I rather hoped something might work out for the two of them. Sam continued the assault on Mark's butt till he yelped in pain and then Sam slid a condom on and fucked his sore butt on the spot. It was wonderful to watch and Mark's arousal from the attention was visible with his cock fully erect throughout the experience. After Sam orgasmed, he pulled out and Mark just stayed resting on the desk in exhaustion. Sam kissed me and headed out the door. Halfway through the door he shouted back, "Mark -- I hope I get to see you again, Jack has my number, I'd love to have a relationship." Stay tuned for more diary entries... Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$