Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2017 10:52:41 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Karl and Greg 22

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*****

So, Matt's story seemed to resonate, so I thought I'd leave Greg tied to
that bed yet again, desperate for release. Just kidding. I do, however,
thing it's time to hear from Greg directly. How, where did we leave our
hero?

Pa gave one of the evillest chuckles I'd ever heard and paused. "But you
know, son, we also don't want to lose the work we've done so far." He
reached down and tied a noose of ribbon around Greg's entire package and
cinched it tight. Greg couldn't cum from the one ribbon, and wouldn't go
soft until the new one was snipped. Greg's pleas and screams and curses and
pitiful moans were largely swallowed by the drenched jock strap. It was
some of the sweetest music I'd ever heard as Pa and I went back down to the
living room, clinking our beer bottles in a quick, erotic toast.

*****

Karl and Greg 22: The End Game

By Bear Pup

M/M; All of the above

Okay, so there I was, tied to the bed, rock hard, dripping and desperate as
Karl and Pa laughed on their way downstairs. The sopping jockstrap in my
mouth was driving me nuts in the best possible way. I could tell, don't ask
me how, that they'd both worn it and both dropped a serious load in there.

So like I said, I'm tied to the bed, spread eagle, sucking warm cum and
breathing in crotch-musk from the two guys tormenting me, the two guys
whose sheer power had taken me from ringmaster to tame tiger in seconds. I
was so hurt and angry and... um, you're not buying that, are you? Fine. I'd
never been more excited and delighted in my fucking life. This was the
hottest sex I ever imagined.

When I devised the Big Game, I thought being in charge all the time and
cracking the whip to get my Pa and brother to do my bidding would be a
rush, and it was. It really, really was. But being tied up and serviced by
the two hottest men in my personal universe? Day-Amn. I had spent the
previous ten minutes in my own private heaven, trying desperately not to
dry-cum as they drove me wild. The feather-soft touch of Karl, especially,
nearly undid me.

As I laid there after they left, desperate for just a *little* more
stimulation, I thought about the last week. It was *working* goddammit. Pa
and Karl weren't at each other's throats all the time and both were nice to
me. Then again, it was like I was actually pushing them further apart, not
closer together. And, yeah, bringing Sasquatch home and fucking him
senseless was, in hindsight, probably a push too far. But the result? God
damn was I in heaven.

They were back in 30 minutes. I was screaming for release as Pa went for my
left nipple and Karl started to tongue-fuck my right ear. Every inhalation
sucked more of their intoxicating musk into my lungs and every exhalation
was a groan, whimper or scream of delight as they switched up and gradually
found new and different targets. I never really thought what it could be
like to have two guys on me at once. FUCK was it nice.

Up and down my body they went, ignoring my leaking and aching cock but
hitting every other button I had. When each of them took a foot and went to
town, that was all it took and a dry-cum ripped through me, my entire body
writhing in ecstatic agony, every muscle twitching and rippling, and
neither of them eased off one fucking inch! My mind went into orbit as the
sensation built and built and built and my trapped nuts churned. My vision
narrowed to a tiny tunnel as I realised that I had screamed out every shred
of breath and started to suck in oxygen as the explosive orgasm faded.

I hadn't thought about it (I hadn't thought *at all*) but they must have
released my feet to give me that wondrous torture, and I suddenly felt my
legs spread wide and pulled far up. I screamed again as Pa, from the left,
began to rim me with incredible passion and Karl attacked my taint with
lips, tongue and teasing teeth from the other side. I was edging toward a
second, perhaps fatal, dry cum when they stepped back. My eyes flicked from
one to the other, both with faces smeared in spit and dogwater and ass
juice. All I could do was whimper and beg into the jock.

Pa moved onto the bed and began to lube my ass while Karl attacked my pits
and sides with soft touches and firm licks, straddling me whenever he moved
from one side to the other. I was flinging my head back and forth as Pa got
his third finger in me and began to tease my prostate.

I looked up as the fingers vanished and Karl stepped aside. Pa reached up
and pulled the gag out, then kissed moisture back into my lips and mouth. I
was incoherent, moaning and pushing my ass toward his rampant cock. Pa
pulled back and said, "So, Karl, what do you think we should do now? The
game is still on, right?"

"NO! GOD! PA! KARL! Oh please somebody fuck me! Please, please, please!
Anything. I'll do anything, just don't leave me like this!"

"I dunno Pa, he begged like this before and then decided he didn't REALLY
like it. I think we should just untie him and then you and I could,"
eyebrow waggle, "finish up on our own?"

"No! No, Karl. Don't do that. Let me! Please! ANYTHING! Just let me show
you!"

"You're right, son, he does sound just like he did last week come to
mention it. You got the arms? I'll do the ribbons."

I have never fought so hard NOT to be let untied in my life! I did
everything in my power, cursed them in every language I knew and a few I
made up, as they proceeded to remove the restraints from my wrists and
ankles and snipped through the ball-trap. I was no sooner free than I
seized my legs behind the knees and rolled back as far as I could.

"NO! Please! Pa, you can fuck me! Please, Pa. I know you liked it! Please?"

"Well, you kinda acted like it was something of an imposition, truth be
told. Now, you sure seemed to enjoy it the nights we spent in bed, but when
it came down to you not being in charge, well..."

"You're in charge! You're in charge! FUCK ME! Karl, Karl. Don't leave me
like this. Please! Anything! Anything you want."

"You know, Greg, you are something of a prick-tease. I mean, the way you
left me after those study sessions? I dunno, big bro..."

"The Big Game was wrong! Please! It's over! I'm sorry! Sorry! You can come
up with something better! You guys can make the rules! PLEASE, oh god
please take me!"

"You know, Pa, that sounded sincere."

"Hmm, maybe we should reconsider."

"YES! Yes, reconsider. Reconsider. PLEEEEASE!"

Karl leaned down and kissed me hard and deep, on hand on each nipple as Pa
crawled in between my clutched knees. Pa pushed my hands away and gripped
my ankles, pulling my legs as wide as they could go, exposing my ass
utterly and inescapably. I screamed in need into Karl's mouth as I felt
Pa's cockhead breach me. I was wriggling and writhing, desperate to push
more of him into my ass.

"Karl, can you help Greg stay still? He seems to be having some trouble."

Without breaking the kiss, Karl straddled me, sitting down and locking my
hips, hands caressing my pecs and sensitive tits. I screamed again in
triumph as another inch pushed into me. The gasped so hard I nearly
swallowed Karl's tongue when I felt something else.

My cockhead had come in contact with something hot, slick, velvet. Pa
pushed in again and BAM my own cock was suddenly in Karl's tunnel. With a
massive lunge from both of them, I was stuffed with Pa, his cock pinning my
prostate, and enveloped to the root in Karl's ass, feeling his own nub with
my sensitive glans. After an evening of intense physical and mental play,
that was all it took. I exploded, cum gushing into Karl's ass in a
never-ending flood.

Karl pulled off my mouth as I cried out my fulfilment, joy, a moment of
perfection. Then Pa and Karl started to... move.

My orgasm had faded to exquisite sensitivity and I started to keen and
whine as Pa and Karl found a rhythm that blew my mind. I was begging now
for less, not more, and they paid exactly the same attention to me -- none.

It wasn't long before I approached my second orgasm and I desperately
fought it back as it built and built. Karl was bouncing vigorously and his
dick was leaking a steady stream of dogwater, and Pa was chuffing like an
overloaded train. With a bull's bellow, Pa began to unload in me. His
fuck-noise sent Karl over the cliff a moment later and my face was suddenly
awash in his load, and the spasm of that amazing jock ass sucked a second
load from my tortured nads.

We collapsed into a sweaty, sticky, huffing pile of exhausted man-flesh. I
was asleep in seconds, past the point of endurance and so utterly exultant
that I couldn't think any longer. We awoke several times during the night,
altogether or in pairs. The latter was the most surreal, as Karl or Pa
fucked me over the snoring body of the other, often with me sucking the
recumbent stud.

Sunday dawned too bright and way, way too quickly. Karl was so hard it was
actually stabbing my side, and I could tell from his pouty belly that he
would wake desperate for a piss. I pre-empted the event by nuzzling onto
his prick and firmly stroking his tummy until he moaned and the piss
started to flow. I drained him, but decided again bringing him off for the
603rd time that night; I didn't want his nuts to actually fall off. He
never woke -- we'd done quite a number on each other. I finally extricated
myself from the sticky tangle, pissed and headed downstairs.

^ Not really thinking yet, I started breakfast. I stood in front of the
fridge in a blank haze for several minutes before the cold air on my
flayed-raw cock made me shiver. I grabbed a few cheeses, eggs, ham, spinach
and roasted peppers. From the freezer I pulled a frozen pie shell. I popped
that into the oven while I assembled the rest. When the crust had just
started to colour, everything went into the shell, almost to overflowing,
so I put it on a sheet pan and carefully put it back into the oven.

^ When the coffee started putting out those wonderful smells, I head the
commode flush and Pa staggered in. I pulled the first cup and handed it
over. Since I'd loaded the filter-basket with sugar and way too much
coffee, the result was thick, sweet and almost caramel in flavour. Pa
sipped and sighed. I pulled the puffed-crown quiche out and jiggled it to
make sure it was perfect.

^ I sliced and grilled some tomatoes and layered them on the three plates
with some sliced mozzarella bufala that immediately began to melt and ooze,
and drizzled a little balsamic over them. The quiche had set by this time,
so I made two huge slices for Pa and Karl and a smaller one for me. Karl's
leaking ass squelched into the chair just as the plate landed in front of
him. The crust had turned out perfect on the edges but a little underdone
on the bottom and I frowned. No one else noticed, though.

I cleaned up the two small dishes while the guys finished and sat back,
smiling. I sat down as well and looked from one to the other, having come
awake sometime during the meal.

"Okay, so the Big Game was a Big Bust." They just looked at me, no longer
smiling but interested. "So what now?"

I was surprised that Karl was the one who spoke. "No, the Big Game wasn't a
bad idea. It really did get me better grades and made me hold my tongue a
lot. But it also made me resent Pa and, a little bit, even you, Greg. We
need something else, but it was too good an idea to give up completely."

Pa spoke up, "I had fun, actually. I didn't like how some of it turned out,
but it made me think, guys. And Greg, you got a lot of it right."

I was floored. I thought that their 'victory' over me last night proved
that my place was to serve them. And they were acting like this was a
partnership?

"B-but? But you guys won! It's your game now!"

"Big bro, you can really be a fucking idiot. Pa and I talked when we said
we were watching the game and letting you stew. The last week was the best
sex any of us ever had, not to mention the {stomach growl} fucking amazing
food. But neither of us wants to go back to the tension before, or the lack
of mind-blow fucks." He grinned sloppily and Pa took up the narrative.

"This will only work if we're all equal, son. Well, not equal," Pa grabbed
his crotch and waggled it. "But it didn't work when I was 'in charge' and
it kinda fell apart when you were, and Karl, well, Karl isn't the 'in
charge' type."

"So, but, um, what? Where does that leave us?"

"Well, for one, cutting us BOTH off if we fuck up and... how did you put
it, 'act like fucking idiots or be dicks to each other' pissed me off but
it worked. I think we keep that part. Agreed?"

Karl and I nodded, and Karl spoke next. "Any you can't, I mean CAN'T stop
with the blow-job study thing. You probably doubled my GPA, dude!" We all
laughed at that. "But bringing Sasquatch home and fucking him the other
side of our shared bathroom? Seriously uncool."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry. But you have to admit, he was
fucking HOT!"

"Yeah, but if you're not gonna share, or at least give us a shot, you take
it elsewhere. Fair enough? Same with chicks for me and Pa. Not in the house
unless everyone approves."

"Sold!"

"But what about who, you know, sleeps where?" This really worried me.

"Fuck, son, you're an adult. We are ALL adults even though we seem to keep
forgetting that. We don't need a scoreboard! And I can't keep the pace
you've set anyway. The guys at work are already giving me a constant stream
of shit over the fact that I can't see the fucking nails half the mornings!

"How about this. You and Karl decide how to build out the far bedroom to
accommodate both of you, and we'll shrink the other. We need to redo the
bath, too. I'll sleep in my room, Karl sleeps in the new one, and you
decide if you feel like sleeping with him, me or in the smaller bedroom
alone."

I smiled like a lunatic. "I'd like that, Pa."

"Now, don't you think that we're not gonna try and persuade you, young-un!
If I'm horny, I'm going after that ass. You have to learn how to say
no. You, um, do KNOW the word, right?" Pa grinned.

"You know I do -- You heard me yelling it when you two threatened to walk
off and leave me unfucked last night, old man!"

"So, anything we haven't covered?"

"A couple. First, NEITHER of you is allowed to cook. It's not just that I
like doing it, but it's also an issue of self-preservation. BOTH of you
need to help out on other stuff, though. The list from the Big Game still
stands, it's just not for points. If it gets to the point where I'm the
only one doing anything while you two play nine innings of Baseball Edging,
I'm putting a lock on the door of the smaller bedroom and investing in a
cum-rag company. We clear?"

Pa smiled and agreed readily.

Karl coughed and spoke in a small, almost timid voice, "Two things. What,
um, if I want to sleep with Pa? And what if I really, really want another
fuck-fest like, um, last night? With all three? That was the hottest thing
on the planet and I don't want to never have that again."

I glanced over and saw Pa nod to me. I found my own voice shaking a little
as I looked into the chocolate depths of my little brother's worried and
longing eyes. "Karl, I really think that can be arranged..."

<eof>

And now the flames descend...  Why? This is the final chapter of Karl &
Greg. The question now is whether it is the last well see of these guys, or
just the end of the first book of The Barcas of French Lick. Regardless of
that decision, Greg, Karl and Pa are taking a break to enjoy their newfound
equality.

*****

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