Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2016 19:38:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Koos Smit <kooss@rocketmail.com>
Subject: KRIS PART 4

Kris

Chapter 4

I come out of my reverie with Kris and Ian standing next to me where I am
lying on the patio lounger.  They are both naked and dripping with pool
water.  Kris reaches out a brown hand and pats my swollen erection.

`Must have been a good dream, Dad!', he says, nudging Ian with his elbow.

The two boys giggle.

`It was actually, thank you', I reply.

`Why don't you guys dry yourselves off when you get out the pool ... now
you're dripping water all over the patio ...'

`Sorry', says Kris, without meaning it, as he plonks his wet butt next to
me on the lounger.  Ian sits down on the other side of me.

`Yuk!' I say, `Now you're making me wet!'

The boys just grin, completely unrepentant.  Kris reaches out and closes
his hand around my stiff cock.

`Ian wants you to fuck him, Dad!,' he says as he slowly moves his fist up
and down my shaft.

 `And so?', I ask.

`So I said you would!', he grins.

`Don't I get a say?', I ask.

`You won't say no!', Kris replies confidently, winking at Ian.

`Will you, Uncle Koos?  Please!', Ian asks, patting his palms together in a
mock begging gesture, `My dad's been so busy trying to get into the pants
of his new lab assistant that I haven't had a man's cock in my arse for a
whole week!'.

I look at his half-filled cock and reach at to give it an affectionate
squeeze.

`You know I can never resist that cute arse of yours!' I reply as I feel a
surge in my already stiff cock.

`Hey, I felt that, Dad`, Kris laughs, and to his friend: `See?  I told you!
Dunno how many times I gotta say it ... you just gotta ask!'

Ian does not reply but grins from ear to ear as he gets onto his knees on
the lounger next to me and then swings a leg over so that he straddles my
thighs, facing me.

Kris gets up and heads off, toward the stables.

`So now you two are sorted I'm gonna go find Nik', he calls over his
shoulder as he pads off on his leathery bare soles.

Next to Kris, Ian is my favourite boy fuck.  Slightly taller than my
solidly-built son, Ian has not an ounce of fat on his lithe, muscular body.
Ian is a gymnast who trains extremely hard and has always had the benefit
of the best coaches his father can find.  His father was himself a national
level gymnast when he was younger and started preparing and training Ian
from when he was about four years old.  As a result, Ian has taken the
podium in virtually every competition he has participated in since he
started doing gymnastics competitively at the age of six.

The result of all this is that the 13 year old's utterly sexy body is
physically perfect, incredibly strong and astonishingly supple.  And he
loves to show it off.  Especially when having sex.  He really enjoys
experimenting with every position, movement and contortion that his
suppleness, poise and inordinate strength make possible.  He also enjoys
the power his beautiful body gives him over those who lust after him, man,
woman, boy or girl.

Ian lies down between my legs and then wriggles himself up on his belly to
nuzzle my balls, licking and sucking at each one, drawing it into his wide
mouth and gently working it over before popping it out and sucking in the
next one.

By now, of course, my big cock is rock hard and eagerly bobbing against my
belly, impatient to enter Ian's pleasure channel with its firm, warm grip
and practised skill.

Ian, too, is clearly impatient to have my straining cock stretch his arse
and in a very short time he gets up, plants his leather-soled feet on
either side of my hips and bends down to grip the arms of the lounger with
his big gymnast's hands. He quickly takes his weight on his hands and lifts
his legs straight forward as he does an L-Sit over my crotch.  He spreads
his legs wide apart like a pair of open scissors and then lowers himself
onto my eager cock as I steady it under him.  With all the muscles of his
body taut and straining, his anus is a tightly shut gate at first, but with
his incredible mind over muscle control he manages, after a while, to flex
it open and give me entry.

I spit saliva into my hand, lubricate the swollen purple head of my cock
with it and position it at his opening so that he can lower his body onto
it and draw it into him.

Soon Ian is pushing himself up and down my shaft even as he gyrates his
hips and pulse-flexes his anal ring, generating a mind-numbing flow of
sexual pleasure that radiates from the tip of my throbbing cock and
electrifies my entire body.

Ian's eyes are locked with mine and his handsome face is flushed red with
the supreme muscular effort he is putting into fucking my cock through this
spectacular gymnastic exercise.  Even as I look into his eyes I see them
gradually glaze over, unseeing, his mouth open and slack, as his whole
being is given over to enjoying the sexual pleasure rapidly building to
climax within him.  Suddenly, he stops bouncing up and down my shaft and I
feel his anal ring grip my cock as his beautiful body goes into spasm and
ecstasy floods his being.  Almost immediately his ramrod stiff cock pulses
visibly and jets thick spurts of silvery cum over my chest and face.

Already close to climax myself, this pushes me over the top and, as the
last few eruptions of boy juice are burbling out of his piss slit and
dribbling down his smooth hard shaft to splatter his balls, my own cock
begins to spasm and shoot repeated gushes of hot and slippery cum deep
inside the warm depth of his fuck channel.

`Thanks Uncle Koos', Ian says as he plants his feet on the lounger on
either side of me and lifts himself off my still erected shaft.  My big
swollen cockhead catches against his anal ring for a split second and then
comes free with a plopping sound.

Ian giggles.

`Your cock always makes that sound, Uncle Koos ... like a cork coming outta
the wine bottle!  I always think your head's gonna get stuck in there, it's
so big!'

Ian turns around to face away from me and then lowers himself to squat on
my chest.  I see that, as usual, his hole is still flexed wide open and he
pauses for a while over my lower belly to let all my cum dribble out over
my cock and balls.  Then he squats down, straddling my chest and wriggles
his arse about in his own slippery cum that is still spattered over my
chest.  He bends down and lifts my still swollen cock to his mouth to lick
and slurp up all the cum he has just dribbled over it.  His beautiful
smooth butthole, still red and puffy from being fucked, is waggling about
inches from my face and I lift my head to lap up the last few globs of my
cum still dribbling out.

Ian's ministrations to my cock get me hard again and, responding at once,
Ian takes my shaft into his eager mouth and deep throats me to climax once
again, swallowing as much of my cum as he is able and energetically lapping
up the spill.

Ian quickly turns to face me now, wiping the vestiges of my cum from his
mouth with the back of his strong brown hand.  I can see his own cock is
hard again and pressing up against the ridged muscles of his belly.

`Please, Uncle Koos, will you let me fuck you now?' he pleads.

I always find it a particular turn-on to bottom for the boys on occasions
and I have always encouraged both Kris and Ian to top as often as they
like.  As a result they are completely comfortable with taking both roles
interchangeably.

`Sure, Ian, glad to!', I reply at once and roll over onto my belly,
preparatory to getting up on all fours, ready to let Ian do it doggy style.

As I do so, we both suddenly become aware of a small figure standing on the
very edge of the patio, wide-eyed and frozen absolutely motionless ... with
fright or embarrassment or both ... at what he must have just witnessed.

`Well, hello!', I say, standing up and quickly wrapping a towel around my
middle in an unsuccessful attempt to hide my huge erection.

The towel is not tight enough to hold my cock against my belly and it
quickly lowers to a horizontal position, tenting the towel absurdly in
front of me.  I grab my cock and hurriedly adjust it under the towel,
pushing it to the vertical and holding it there with my crossed hands.

Ian makes no attempt at all to cover himself.  He stands with his hands by
his side and his impressive young maleness proudly thrusting up nearly
upright, bobbing against his belly as he peers interestedly at the boy.

The boy is about ten years old, well made and deeply tanned.  His untidy
thatch of hair is dark brown but sun-bleached at the shaggy ends.  Big eyes
stare out worriedly through the edge of an over-long fringe.  His eyes are
a striking yellow-green colour, almost orange, like a tiger's.  A tight
white gym vest shows off an athletic little torso and the beginnings of a
six pack.  His faded, too small denim shorts have holes that were not there
when the shorts were bought, and they actually seem to draw attention to
his long well-rounded thighs, bulging calves and bare feet.  Though they
have the hard and leathery look of feet that have never felt the inside of
a pair of shoes, they are surprisingly pretty for a boy.

`Hello', I say again, `Where have you come from?'

With electrified game fencing right around my farm and a security detail at
the gate, unannounced visitors are almost an impossibility, so I am more
than a little concerned as to how this kid managed to get through all of
that and make it all the way to the main house without being stopped.

The boy starts stammering a response when the padding of bare feet
announces the arrival of my cook, Jan, on the patio.  As usual, his
athletic body is covered by nothing but a starched white apron around his
middle.  He looks both cross and relieved when he spots the boy.

`Ag, Tiaan!' he scolds the boy, `I told you stay in the kitchen!  What are
you doing here now?'

`Sorry, Uncle Jan!', he replies, `I just wanted to see the beautiful
house!'

`I am very sorry, Boss, this is Tiaan, my nephew that I told you about.  I
told him not to wander about until I had a chance to introduce him to you.
But he doesn't listen!'

I remembered then that Jan had told me of his sister, a single mother, who
had run off with her latest boyfriend and dumped her young son with Jan's
brother.  Jan's brother had problems of his own and had no liking for the
boy.  Jan had asked if there was a possibility the boy could come live with
him on the farm.  I had been reluctant to consider it at the time as I did
not know anything about the boy or how he would adapt to our unconventional
lifestyle.

`But Jan', I say, `I told you we would talk about it ... I did not give you
permission to bring the boy here!'

`I know, Boss, I'm sorry.  But my brother told me this morning that he
wants to hand the kid over to Child Welfare, so I took a chance and brought
him here so you could meet him ... he's really cute and he will fit right
in here with you and Kris!  Please just give him a chance!'

Like all my staff, Jan is gay and shares our sexual preferences.  He
generally prefers to bottom and often lets Kris or Ian fuck him.  I know he
has taken a fancy to Nik also and would not be surprised to learn that Nik
has also plumbed the depths of his well-used arse.

`What do you mean by "he will fit in"?  Have you and he ... er ... um?'

`Sure, Boss, we played around some ... now and then.'

`How far did you go?'

`Well ... just a bit of groping and wanking when my sister wasn't around
... I never got the chance to do more with him ... yet.'

`I don't know, Jan' I say, doubtfully, `The kid looks like he was horrified
by what he saw'

`I think he was just surprised, Boss.'

Jan juts his jaw at the boy's crotch and grins:

`Actually, it looks like he enjoyed it, Boss!'

I look at front of the boy's shorts.  There is an unmistakeable
sausage-like bulge there.

`Come here, Tiaan', I say to the boy.

He looks up at his uncle and Jan nods.  Tiaan comes closer and looks up
into my eyes, his hands on his hips.  I slowly reach down to his crotch and
feel the front of his pants.  His young maleness is a hard and swollen
little tube, quite impressively long for a 10 year old.  I wait to see if
he pulls away at my touch, but instead he presses his crotch against my
hand.

Jan notices and grins:

`Ohoo, Boss ... what did I just say?' he says with a wink, ruffling Tiaan's
hair.

`You like how that feels?' I ask Tiaan.

For answer Tiaan smiles and nods.  He pushes his crotch against my hand
harder.

By now Ian is standing behind Tiaan.  He puts one hand on Tiaan's shoulder
and slips the other under his gym vest to feel his back before running his
hand appreciatively over the boy's full rounded buttocks and down onto his
smooth brown thighs.

`He's got a really nice butt, Uncle Koos!' he opines.

While I continue to rub Tiaan's rigid cocklet, Ian reaches around from
behind him with both hands and undoes the top button of the boy's denim
shorts.  They are a very tight fit and Ian struggles with the button for a
while.  But the moment he gets the button undone the zip shoots down under
the pressure and Tiaan's shorts pop open like the petals of a flower.  He
is not wearing underpants and the nectar within is instantly revealed: the
sweet perfection of an erected boy cock, four inches long and as thick as a
man's thumb, the swollen pink acorn at its tip stretched all the way out of
the foreskin, quivering with excited eagerness.

As Ian slips Tiaan's shorts down, the boy momentarily clutches at Ian's
hands as if to stop him, but quickly lets go and allows Ian to tug his
shorts down to the floor.  Tiaan immediately steps out of them and pushes
them to one side with a deft swipe of a hard brown foot.

I touch the tip of the boy's cock and it jumps and bobs like a thing alive.
Once again Tiaan thrusts his hips forward to push his cock against my
fingers, obviously craving the touch.  I take the boy's cock between my
fingers and gently start playing with just the tip.  Tiaan's mouth drops
open and his breath starts coming in jerks.

Now Ian pulls the boy's gym vest off over his head.  He lifts his arms at
once to let Ian do that.  Now the 10 year old stands completely naked in
front of us with his hands on his hips and his long thin cock stiff and
erect, pressing against his lower belly.  I step back to take a look at him
and the tip of my cock tingles at what I see.  They boy's leanly muscled
body matches the promise hinted at by his tight-fitting clothing. His
smooth hairless skin is tanned a deep mahogany brown all over.  He is
obviously used to going about naked in the sun.

`He's got some lekker stripes on his arse' Ian says admiringly as he traces
them with his fingers.

I take a look at Tiaan's butt and see that the smooth brown globes are
striped with a number of thick double-edged purple welts.  They look very
recent.  I look at Jan enquiringly.

`Ja, Boss' he says, shrugging his shoulders, `In our family it's always
been "Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child"'.

`What did you get those for, Tiaan?' I ask.

Tiaan blushes.

`When I was staying with Uncle Dolf I had to share a bed with his son
Hannes.  Hannes is older'n me and teached me how to wank.  I had to wank
Hannes every night.  Last night Uncle Dolf came in the room when I was
wanking Hannes. He said I'm corrupting his son an` he whipped me with the
sambok!  He said he's kicking me out an' he called Uncle Jan to come fetch
me!'

I reached and hugged the boy to me briefly in sympathy.

By now Ian's inquisitive hand is exploring the valley between the two
mounds of the boy's firm round buttocks.  Tiaan's face shows puzzlement,
but he does not shy away from Ian's probing until Ian tries to insinuate
the tip of his finger into the boy's anus.  Tiaan yelps, clenches his
buttocks and pulls away, reaching behind him to push Ian's hand away.

I look at Jan.

`I don't know, Jan, seems he still has a long way to go before he can fit
in here!'

The boy looks alarmed.

`No, please, Uncle, gimme a chance, I jus' got a fright is all!  I'll stay
still next time!'.

He grabs Ian's hand and pulls it to his bumhole, bending forward and
spreading his legs.

`Go on!' he says to Ian, `Push your finger in, I won't pull away, I
promise!'

Ian looks at me.

`Tiaan, stand up and look at me', I say to him.

He straightens up and turns around.  His orange eyes are full of anxiety
and there is a hint of tears.  My heart goes out to him ... so young to be
worried about where he will live or who will take care of him.

`Tiaan, it's not about forcing you to do what you really don't want to do.
It's about fitting in with this household.  If you're gay ... in other
words, if you like having sex with boys or men ... you will fit in.  If
not, you will be unhappy here ... and it will make everyone else
uncomfortable ... and I can't allow that.  You're pretty young ... you're
only 10 ... so the chances are that you may not know yet if you're gay or
not.  Most boys try it out at some time or other, but most of those are
really straight and they get to know that later.  Some boys, like my son
Kris and his buddy Ian here, know very early that they are gay.  Other boys
only find out later.'

Tiaan nods his head.

`Uncle, I dunno if I'm really gay or not.  All I know is I do like boys.
When I wank I think of the boys I seen that I like.  I think of boys all
the time.  I never think of girls.  I do swimming, wrestling an' rugby at
school to get close to the boys.  Well ... I don't do wrestling no more
... I had to stop `cos my willy always goes hard and some of the boys
moaned to coach about it!'

`Well, that's an encouraging sign', I say, `But you've still got a long way
to go.  My son and Ian here knew everything there was to know about sex by
the time they were 6 years old!'

`Please teach me, Uncle, I really want to learn!', says Tiaan.

I think about it for a while.  Do I really want to get involved in teaching
this young boy about man and boy sex.  Kris was much younger when he came
to me but he had learned everything he knew about it before I ever met him.
I did not have to teach him anything.  If anything, he taught me!

I look at the naked boy standing before me, his hands together in front of
him, his knees slightly bent and his head cocked to one side in a pleading
attitude.  He really is very sexy.  His little cock is still ramrod stiff,
which I take as a good omen, and I feel my own cock stiffening at the
tantalizing idea of introducing a virgin ten year old boy to the
pleasurable mysteries of man-boy sex.

`Fuckit', I think to myself, `Why not give it a go!'

`Alright', I say aloud, `It's school holidays for another week anyway.
We'll try it out for a week and see how things go.  If at the end of that I
think he'll fit in we can look at keeping him."

`Thank you, Uncle, thank you!' Tiaan breathes out in relief as he jumps
forward and throws his arms around my waist.  I enjoy the feel of his hard
little cock pressing against my knee.

`Thank you, Boss, I appreciate that', says Jan.

`That's okay', I say, `Save your thanks for later ... he has a lot to prove
and a long way to go in a week!'

`I'm ready, Uncle, I won't let you down, I promise!' says Tiaan.

`I hope not' I say, `because your first test comes now!'

`What's that, Uncle?' Tiaan asks, a quizzical look on his cute face.

`The first lesson that you have to learn if you're going to stay here is
the lesson of obedience', I say to him.

`Yes, Uncle?', he replies uncertainly.

`Your Uncle Jan told you not to wander about the house until he had a
chance to introduce you to me, but you disobeyed him and interrupted what
Ian and I were doing.' I said sternly.

`Yes, Uncle, I'm sorry', says Tiaan, lowering his head but keeping his eyes
fixed on mine.

`Are you ready to take your punishment for that?', I ask.

Tiaan chews his lower lip.

`Are you gonna beat me, Uncle?', he asks.

`Yes', I reply.

Tiaan straightens up.

`Okay, Uncle, I'm ready', he says quietly.

I glance at Ian.  His eyes sparkle as he asks, breathlessly:

`Please, Uncle Koos, may I do it?'

`Yes, alright Ian', I chuckle, `Go fetch the cane'.

Ian scurries off eagerly and returns moments later with a thin and whippy
yellow rattan cane about a metre long.  Tiaan looks at the cane balefully
and presses his palms against his buttocks as he chews his lower lip
nervously.  His cocklet has gone slack and now hangs down like a like a
long thin floppy pencil between his thighs.

Ian orders Tiaan to bend over the back of a patio chair.

Tiaan bends over the back of the chair and grips the chair arms on the
other side to steady himself.

Ian takes up position behind Tiaan and takes a few practice swings with the
cane, slicing the cane through the air and bringing it to a stop just
before connecting with Tiaan's tensed buttocks.

`How many, Uncle Koos?', Ian asks.

`I think only three, Ian, we just want to make a point', I reply.

`Okay', Ian says, a tinge of disappointment in his voice.  He steps back
and raises the cane above his shoulders.

The cane hisses through the air and slices across Tiaan's hard round
buttocks with a meaty crack, leaving a fiery trail over the boy's smooth
brown skin and driving him up onto his toes with shock.  A second later
Tiaan screams as the pain bites.  The stroke has overlaid several of the
fresh welts that Tiaan had received from his Uncle Dolf last night and the
pain must be excruciating.  In confirmation of this Tiaan lets go of the
arms of the chair and shoots upright, his whole body bowed backwards as he
grabs his burning arse, trying to rub the pain away.  He jumps up and down
and dances around on the spot as anguished sobs well up out of his throat.

Ian waits patiently for Tiaan to resume his position.  As we wait for the
whipping to resume, Kris and Nik come running up from the direction of the
stables.

`We heard someone scream and thought Ian got hurt', says Kris `What's going
on?'

`This is Jan's nephew Tiaan', I explain, `He might be staying with us
... but first Ian is punishing him for being disobedient'.

Kris says nothing but looks at Tiaan with an interest that soon expresses
itself in the hardening and lengthening of his penis.

Ian turns his attention to Tiaan.

`Okay, just remember in future', he tells Tiaan reasonably, `We don't let
go ... we don't twist away ... and we don't scream like a girl when we get
whipped.  Got that?

Tiaan chokes and sniffs wetly in an effort to stop his sobbing.  He bobs
his head tearfully as he steps up to the chair and bends over the back once
more to grip the chair arms.  I see that there are two or three light
smudges of blood on his buttocks where Ian's stroke intersected the sambok
welts that he received from his uncle last night.

Ian waits for Tiaan to compose himself.  After the traumatic shock of the
first stroke, Tiaan's whole body is wound taut and trembling in
anticipation of the next one.  His body has scarcely an ounce of fat on it
anywhere and every knotted muscle stands out in sharp definition as he
waits for the cane's next bite.

I notice that Jan's eyes, which had been clouded with anxious compassion
for his nephew, are now lit with lust and that the front of his white apron
is tented by a rampant erection.

Once again the cane whistles through the air and cracks across Tiaan's
arse, leaving a second fiery stripe across his buttocks.  It quickly
mushrooms along its whole length into a raised welt to match the first one.

Tiaan's head and shoulders jerk up but he manages to hold onto the chair
this time.  He manages to choke off his scream but he sobs pitiably.

`Much better!', says Ian, `Well done! It's okay if you cry.'

Ian's cock is also standing up straight at this point and dribbling pre-cum
copiously.  Kris and Nik are in the same condition and both of them are
fiddling with the tips of their penises as they eye the ten year-old's taut
young body and his hard round buttocks, latticed with painful stripes and
quivering in fearful anticipation of the next searing stroke.  By now some
of the blood droplets oozing out where the welts intersect have begun to
trace spidery trickles down Tiaan's buttocks.

Ian pauses to check a light blood smear that he sees on the cane.  He holds
the cane out in front of Tiaan's face.

`You got your blood on the cane', he says reasonably, `Please lick it off!'

Tiaan stares at the cane unseeing for a moment, the pain and shock making
comprehension slow.  Then he realises what he is being asked to do and he
sticks out a pink tongue to lick his blood off the cane.

`Sorry, sir', he says confusedly to Ian.

`That's okay', Ian replies pleasantly and steps back to get ready for the
next stroke.

A third time the cane cuts through the air and slashes across Tiaan's
quivering buttocks.  With the eyes of all three boys on him, he makes a
huge effort at self-control and manages to stop his body from jerking too
violently with the shock of the stroke, though the veins stand out on his
strong young neck and a strangled howl of pain wells up out of his throat.

While the tears stream down his cheeks and his shoulders shake with silent
sobbing, Tiaan continues holding onto the arms of the chair.

Ian examines the cane and sees that it is once again lightly smeared with
Tiaan's blood.  This time he gingerly sticks out his own tongue and touches
the tip of it to the blood on the cane.

`A bit salty', he remarks.

He examines the blood smear again.  Then he sticks his tongue out and licks
the blood off the cane.

`Okay, you can let go now', Ian to Tiaan kindly.

Tiaan straightens up stiffly and rocks a little unsteadily on his feet
before bending awkwardly to pick up his shorts and starts pulling them on.

`Don't bother with that, Tiaan', I say to him, `Your bum's going to be a
bit sore to wear pants for a while.  Anyway, if you're going to stay here
you might as well get used to going about bare like the rest of us.'

`Yes, Uncle', he replies and bends down to pick up his gym vest, using it
wipe his tears.  Then, clutching his clothes to his chest with one hand, he
awkwardly rubs his burning arse with the other.  He feels the wetness of
the blood smears and examines his hand with concern before licking the
blood off.

Nik puts a comforting arm around his shoulder.

`Ag, don't worry about that', he says, `It's just a bit of blood – it's
nothing to tough Afrikaner boys like us!'

Tiaan looks uncertain about that.

`I'm telling you ...' Nik added, `I got much worse than that from Kris
already ... You can check the stripes on my arse if you don't believe me!'

Nik turns to display his own well welted arse for Tiaan to view.

Tiaan's eyes open wide.  Nik's words have obviously brought him no comfort
at all.  I can see the wheels turning in his head and, if Tiaan had any
other options open to him at that moment I am sure he would have gapped it
right there.

`Don't worry about it, Tiaan' I say, `you only get whipped if you break the
rules or if you don't do your work properly.  Nik is always screwing
around, so he's always getting his arse whipped!  Actually, I think he does
it on purpose because he likes getting whipped!'

Nik grins:

`Well, Boss, I think the sex is always much better after a good jacking!'

I reach out and cuff Nik gently against the back of his head:

`Well, you must really be enjoying your sex lately!' I chuckle.

`I do, Boss, I do!', he replies.

`So, Jan', I say to his uncle, `What is Tiaan going to do to earn his keep
while he's with us?'

`Boss, I was thinking that he could help me in the kitchen and he could
also work in the kitchen garden?'

`Yes, that's okay', I reply, `But just in the mornings ... in the
afternoons he can join the boys and have a bit of a holiday in the week
that's left before school starts.'

 `Oh ...', I add, `And let him bunk with Nik and Ryan in the stable hands'
quarters ...  there are beds going spare there.'

`Thank you Boss!' says Jan.

`Thank you, Uncle!' Tiaan choruses.

`No problem', I say, `Ten to one he won't be sleeping in his own bed
anyway.  The boys hardly ever do!'

Jan takes Tiaan's clothes from him as Kris, Ian and Nik crowd round him to
inspect the lividly welted stripes on his arse.

`Okay Kris', I say, `You and Nik take Tiaan to your bathroom and get him
properly cleaned up ... and cleaned out as well ... if you know what I
mean.  Then you can start teaching him what we like to do around here for
fun.'

`Sure Dad, that'll be cool' says Kris, taking Tiaan by the hand and leading
him away, followed by his stable boy, Nik.

Ian starts to follow the other two but I call him back.

`You get back here, Ian, we have unfinished business to attend to!'

By now my cock is virtually in stimulation overload and if I do not get my
rocks off really quickly I think my balls may actually explode!

His face lights up.

`Gosh thanks, Uncle Koos, I thought you forgot!', he says, tugging briskly
at his still stiff cock as he pads over to the side table where there is
always a tube or two of lube to hand.

I get on all fours on the lounger as he slathers jelly up and down and
around his swollen maleness.

`Rather get on your back an' pull your legs up!' Ian orders, `I wanna feel
your balls on my belly while I fuck you!'

I do as he says, piling cushions underneath my lower back to lift my butt
up as high as I can get it.

Ian gets onto the bottom end of the lounger and shuffles up to my butt on
his knees.  He places the palms of his hands on my butt cheeks and bends
over to clamp his warm wet mouth over my hole, probing my pucker with his
strong pink tongue.  My cock swells and hardens even more in response.
After a while of this Ian disengages his tongue from my anus and reaches
for the tube of lube. He holds the tube upside down against my balls and
squeezes a glob of lube out onto my hole.  He works it in quickly and
deeply with his strong young fingers before bending forward and over me to
guide the tip of his rock-hard young cock against my eager pucker.

I deliberately do not relax my sphincter so he has to work to get his cock
inside me.

He slaps the side of my thigh hard, leaving red finger marks.

`Ouch!' I exclaim, `What's that for?'

He grins:

`C'mon Uncle Koos, open up for me!' he demands.

I smile back at him and relax my sphincter for him.  Slowly his hard young
cock slides through the gate and his face beams with delight.

I love feeling Ian's hardness slowly filling me as it slips down my channel
and my own cock spasms in pleasurable response.

Now Ian is all the way inside me and he pauses while he steadies himself
with his hard gymnast's hands gripping the backs of my knees before
beginning a slow, rhythmic, and powerful fuck.  Soon, eyes closed and mouth
hanging open, he is grunting and moaning softly with steadily building
pleasure as he rams his cock in and out of me.

I love watching the well-developed muscles of his chest, his abdomen, his
shoulders and his arms bunching, writhing and rippling underneath his
smooth golden-tanned skin as he works hard at fucking me.  Trickles of
sweat run down his flushed face and his shining eyes are glazed over with
lust.

Like Kris, Ian knows exactly where my `spot' is and what to do to stimulate
me there.

As he picks up the pace he begins to bang into my spot repeatedly and soon
we are both panting and grunting as we rush headlong to climax.  He reaches
it seconds before I do.  He suddenly goes stiff and stops pumping.  He lets
out a rapid series of groans as his climax shakes his whole body.  I feel
his cock throbbing repeatedly inside me as he jets out great spurts of hot
cum into my fuck channel.  The moment it starts I begin shooting my own wad
all over my chest and belly.

Pure ecstasy explodes through my whole body and it is evident from the
great shuddering spasms that shake Ian's taut body that he is having the
same experience.

Finally Ian pulls himself out of my arse and scoots forward to flop on top
of me, exhausted and happy, as I bring my legs down and stretch them out on
the lounger.  Ian is a compulsive cumslurper and he wriggles his belly and
rubs his face in the slippery cum that is puddled all over my belly and
chest, licking up what he can get to.

I bend my head down and lick up some smears of cum off his cheeks and out
of his ears.  He giggles and squirms with delight.  Then I wrap my arms
around his back and we lie like that for a while.

`Thanks, Uncle Koos, that was really great', he murmurs.

`It was great for me too, Ian, you really are a great fucker' I reply.

He twists his head to smile at me, pride written all over his beaming face.

Then he lifts his head, looking pensive, as if something has just occurred
to him.

`You know, Uncle Koos, it was especially awesome this time ... and I think
it's maybe because I got to whip Tiaan's butt before I fucked your arse.'

`Yes, maybe', I reply, `I could see you were really enjoying that!'

`Ja ... that turned me on big time!  I think I'm really getting into this
discipline stuff!', he says.

Ian lays his head down on my chest and is quiet for a moment longer.  Then
he lifts his head again and looks at me.

`You know, Uncle Koos, if you don't want to keep Tiaan, maybe I can ask my
dad if I can have him?'

`You just want to whip his little arse every day for your own pleasure!' I
chuckle.

`Well ... we'll always have sex afterward ... so it'll be fun for him
too!', he reasons.

I ruffle his blonde hair, now damp and matted with sweat.

`Well, you can't "have" Tiaan, you know.  He's not a slave to be owned.
And Jan is his family.  I don't think Jan will let him go live with someone
else.  And I very much doubt your Dad would agree anyway.  Now stop
thinking with your small head and go have fun with the others.'

`Okay, uncle Koos', Ian grins and lifts himself off me.  His body is
covered with drying globs of now rubbery cum.

`You better go shower first', I call after him as he trots off, `Those
other two won't mind but you don't want to gross out poor Tiaan before he's
had his first sex lesson'.

`Okay, Uncle Koos!', Ian calls over his shoulder, laughing.