Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 21:34:50 -0400
From: Matt Swimmers <subboyns@gmail.com>
Subject: Nephew's Secret

Sorry bout the long time between stories guys, I didnt want to submit just
anything for your masturbatory enjoyment, so I took a while to get this one
right!

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subboyns@gmail.com. I love to hear from you guys, it makes writing these
all worthwhile. :)

The usual disclaimers apply, if you're not old enough to be reading this,
or if kinky yet consensual sex between guys of differing ages offends you,
please don't read on!  Also, the sex in this story isn't safe sex, because
fictional characters can't get diseases. But you can, so always play safe!

Nephew's Secret

Part 1: Attitudes

	"I tell you Jeff, it's like you wouldn't even recognize them
anymore." My sister, Rebecca, sobbed into the telephone.
	"Well what's going on with them Becca?" I asked.
	"Well, this year was Luke's second year at high school, and he
started hanging with a different crowd." She said, sniffling a little. "I
figured it was just the usual teenager drama. All of a sudden his clothes
were different, his attitude was different, his grades were dropping. Next
thing you know I'm finding bags of weed in his coat pockets, cigarettes,
he's come home drunk a few times in the middle of the night..." She trailed
off and went into another sobbing fit.
	"So why haven't you or Tim laid down the law?"
	"Well we can't do anything to them."
	"Why not? Give em a good slap or two and they'll learn their
lesson." I chuckled.
	"Oh you know Tim and I don't believe in that sort of discipline.
Besides, with the way they've been lately they'd probably just hit back."
	"What about Danny?"
	"It's Daniel now apparently." I could picture her eyes rolling.
"He's starting to take after his brother, but he seems different as well."
She sighed.
	"Well, why not send them up to my farm for a few weeks?" I
suggested. "Maybe a while away from the city would do them some good. Get
them away from their loser friends and give them a bit of work."
	"Oh Jeff, I couldn't impose like that."
	"Of course you could." I laughed. "You'd have to let me discipline
them though. However I needed to."
	"Well, I don't know if Tim would like that." She sighed. "But I'm
all for it."
	"Run it by him, and see what he says." We hung up a few minutes
later, and I tried not to think of the reasons I felt so guilty. She hadn't
brought them up thankfully, we almost never spoke of it. It was my turn to
sigh now, and I went about my day.

	That was the end of April. By the first week of July, Rebecca was
on her way up here with the boys. Her husband, Tim, had put up a little
resistance at first, but Rebecca's rather strong will prevailed. Her
thinking was that I had been a bit of a wild child myself in my younger
years, and now was the CEO of our family business, which kept us all
employed, reasonably wealthy and secure.
	The fact that the boys might need a little physical discipline and
I was solid muscle where Tim was a (to put it politely) scrawny pencil
pusher, might have factored a little into her decision.
	What Becca didn't know was that thanks to a few friendly fellas in
town, I was quite used to handing out some discipline when necessary. In
fact, if she knew the extent of the BDSM gear I had in my basement and
around the house, she might not feel as comfortable leaving the boys here.
	Not that this was some sort of sick sexual thing for me. I wasn't
really into the idea of a sexual relationship with my 16 and 17 year old
nephews. I tended to go for guys around my age, even though there were a
couple twenty somethings that had been known to visit my dungeon...
	I saw the dust trail of a car coming up the old dirt road, realized
I was still in nothing but a bathrobe from my shower earlier, and quickly
went upstairs to put some clothes on. I tossed on a white t-shirt and a
beat up pair of jeans over some grey boxer briefs, and headed downstairs. I
grabbed an envelope for Rebecca from my kitchen table.
	Before the doors of the car even opened I could see Rebecca having
some sort of angry discussion with a kid in the front seat.
	"Holy shit." I whispered, realizing that the kid was in fact
Luke. I hadn't seen him since Christmas the year before, but the seven
months in between had changed him. He stormed out of the car, dressed in a
black basketball jersey and matching shorts, a white baseball cap was slung
sideways on his head. I could tell his skinny teenaged body had developed
quite a bit, thanks to the sleeveless jersey. He looked to have grown over
to almost 5'10 as well, not quite matching my 6'1, but getting damn close.
	"Luke! Listen to me god damn it!" Rebecca yelled, climbing out of
the car.
	"What? I don't give a damn what you have to say. You forfeited that
when you decided to stick me up here in this dump all summer." All summer?
He looked up at me sheepishly. "No offense Uncle Jeff."
	"None taken Luke, give me a hug!" I called, opening my arms to
him. He gave me a quick hug and then backed off.
	"Where should I put my shit?"
	"In the toilet?" I suggested with a grin. He rolled his eyes and
looked back at his mother, who was fuming near the car. I noticed that
Danny (er, `Daniel') was also getting out of the car, and he looked to be
almost as tall as his brother now. I noticed that his body underneath of
his thin grey t-shirt looked to be as muscular as Luke's as well. Where did
these boys find the time to work out this much?
	"You can put your bags up in the guest room where you usually
stay." I said to Luke. I guess the funny guy act wasn't going to work with
him.
	 "Thanks." He mumbled and brushed past me. Damn, he smelled
good. What?
	Daniel came by me and nodded. "Assuming I'm in the usual room?" He
asked.
	"Of course son." I said, ruffling his hair. He gave me a strange
look as if I had violated him somehow, and followed his brother
inside. Rebecca just laid her head down in her arms on the hood of her car.
	"So that's what I've got to look forward to? And all summer? I
thought it was just for a week or two." I laughed, heading down my front
steps to comfort Becca.
	"I'm so fucking sorry Jeff, I told them that on the way up just to
scare them. I'll turn around now if you want me to, and drag them along
with me." She paused. "Preferably behind the car."
	"Oh don't worry about it sis." I patted her on the back.
	"It's hard not to worry when your kids idolize rappers more than
they idolize authors or poets."
	"Rappers are just poets for the new generation." I said, trying to
lighten her mood a little. I'd always been the comedian of the family.
	She scoffed. "I don't know how you're going to handle them. If you
ever need me to come retrieve them, you've got my cell phone number."
	"Well, it's gonna be hard."
	"What?" She looked confused.
	"Coming to get them."
	"Why? What are you getting at? You have that look in your eyes like
you're about to do something..." She trailed off as I pulled the envelope
from my back pocket.
	"As I was saying, it'll be hard for you to come pick them up while
you're in Hawaii." I grinned at her, watching her eyes widen in shock.
	"Jeff... I can't."
	"Why not?"
	"Tim..."
	"It's two tickets sister dear, don't worry. I wouldn't leave your
precious husband behind." I tried shoving the envelope into her hands.
	"But.. work?" She tried to sputter.
	"Rebecca, I run the company. I can give you some vacation." I
laughed.
	"But..."
	"Just. Fucking .Take it." I said, putting the envelope into her
hand. "And if you need any money, use your company card."
	"Jeff, this is too much..."
	"Look, I promised you a vacation. And you look like you need it, no
offense." I said as her eyes flashed at me. "Come on, when was the last
time you just relaxed?"
	"A few years ago." She sighed.
	"You look like you haven't slept in weeks."
	"I haven't, much."
	"So leave the boys in my capable hands, and you go off and enjoy
yourself. I promise you that in two weeks when you get back, you'll have
perfect angels."
	"Well, I doubt they'll be perfect. But like you said, maybe getting
them out of the city and away from their little gangster friends is the
best approach."
	"I know I'm right. Now go." I ushered her into the car after a long
hug. She of course started crying and thanking me profusely.
	"Go!" I yelled at her with a laugh.
	"I'll see you in a few weeks." She said with a wave, getting into
her car.
	As her car disappeared, I turned back to the house, wondering what
was in store for me for the next few weeks.

	I found the boys up in Luke's room. His hat was gone, showing his
buzzed black hair short against his scalp. He had the beginnings of a beard
strapped around his jawline, it looked pretty good on him.
	"So what's going on boys?" I asked, sitting down at the desk in the
room. Luke was gazing out the window and Daniel was sitting on the bed.
	"Nothing." Luke grumbled.
	"I guess you aren't happy to be here." I said, rubbing the back of
my neck.
	"What gave you that idea?" Luke rolled his eyes. Daniel sat quietly
by, watching his brother. I noticed that Dan seemed unsure of what to do,
and was looking to his brother for guidance. I could use that.
	"Well I have to say boys, I'm not happy either. You've made life
pretty tough for your mother these past few months from what I've heard."
	"Well if she wasn't such a bitch we wouldn't have to." Luke
mumbled.
	"Please don't swear Luke." I said calmly.
	"Why the fuck not?" He spun around at me.
	"I won't ask again." I let my voice take on a harder edge. His eyes
narrowed but he backed down for now. It was just like wolves, they needed
to have an alpha male to guide them.
	"Fine." He grunted. Daniel still hadn't said anything, he was just
sort of watching.
	"Anyways, I have to say I'm disappointed in you both. You're both
smart boys, you know better than this. Whatever teenaged attitude you're
both trying to pull won't get you very far with me at all. But I'm not here
to pummel you into submission, I was truly hoping we could have a good time
here."
	"It might be good to get out of the house for a bit." Daniel piped
up finally, he sounded like he was trying to convince Luke.
	"Shut up." Luke sneered. "Don't give in so easily. He's trying to
be nice to us so we give in." He turned to me and crossed his arms. "I
don't care man, whatever you have to say just say it and then leave me
alone."
	"Well it'll be hard to leave you alone, you'll be helping me out
around the farm."
	"No." Luke said simply.
	"No?"
	"No. I brought my laptop. I brought my phone. I'm going to stay
cooped up in this room until you get sick of me and call mom to come get
me. I bet it's tomorrow." He laughed.
	"Well that's going to be tough, since I just sent your mother out
of town on business for two weeks." It was my turn to smile.
	"Seriously?" Danny asked.
	"Yeah, she's flying out tomorrow."
	"Well Dad will come get us then." Luke said, sure of himself.
	"He's going with her."
	"So we're fucking trapped here?" Luke yelled.
	I stood up and stared down Luke. "I said watch your language boy."
	"Fuck you." He spat out, and then reeled against the wall as I
slapped him. Not hard, but enough to let him know there was more on the
way.  From the corner of my eye I saw Daniel look shocked.
	"And about your laptop, I'll be taking that." I said, picking up
the duffel bags that sat on the floor.
	"Hey! Give me that back!" Luke called out and tried to grab them
from me. I held them behind me and pushed him back with one hand.
	"I will, once I've taken anything I don't want you to have." I
said, watching him seethe at me from the wall. "Danny, do you have a laptop
with you?"
	"No sir." He replied, obviously more scared of me than Luke was.
	"Phone?"
	"Yes."
	"Are you going to use it when I tell you not to?"
	"No sir." He said again, eyes wide.
	"Good. Besides boys, pretty sure if you check them, you don't get
signal out here anyway." I smiled. "Now, I'll be back, and hopefully you'll
be in a more cooperative mood Luke. You could take a lesson from your
brother here." And I turned to leave, feeling Luke's angry stares following
me as I left.
	I took his bags to my room and locked the door behind me. I opened
up the first one to see it was all clothes. Jeans, t-shirts, shorts,
undershirts and what was this? Satin boxers? Silk? I held up a pair,
admiring the black satin, wondering for a moment how Luke would look in
them. I felt a stiffening in my crotch, and quickly tucked them away in the
bag. Fuck, I needed to watch myself.
	I sorted through the other bag, finding his laptop and power
cords. I wondered briefly what sort of underwear Danny was into these days,
and shut it out of my mind.
	"Jesus." I mumbled to myself. "They're kids. And straight. And
related to you."
	I headed back to Luke's room, finding him arguing with Daniel.
	"I told you not to be a fucking pussy!" Luke grunted, then shut up
when he saw me come in the room.
	"No way to talk to your brother." I said, dropping the bags on the
floor.
	"You better not have stolen any of my shit."
	"What did I tell you about swearing?" I asked, standing over him
again.
	"Sorry." He muttered, looking to the side of the room.
	"Now, I suggest you boys change into something more appropriate for
some work." I said. "I have some work boots downstairs for you. Your mother
already told me your sizes."
	"What?" Luke stared at me dumbfounded.
	"You're going to be doing some work. In the outdoors. Sunscreen in
the bathroom, wear something you don't mind getting dirty."
	"I don't have anything." Luke sneered.
	"Then you'll have to work in nothing but a pair of boots." I rolled
my eyes. "And use lots of sunscreen."
	"Let's go Luke." Daniel said, getting up off of the bed. "There's
no point in being dicks about it."
	"Good advice. Meet me downstairs in five minutes." I said, heading
down to wait. Truth be told, there wasn't much work to do out here. The few
crops I kept for my own amusement were fine. I decided to set them to work
anyway, even if there was nothing imperative to do.
	Daniel soon came down, dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a grey
wife beater. "Sorry about Luke, he's just angry about all of this."
	"And you aren't?"
	"Not as much. It sucks to be away from my friends, but truth be
told I'm just looking forward to getting away from mom and dad for a bit."
He blushed, realizing he was talking about my sister.
	"Don't worry bud, I remember what it was like to be your age. My
father and I never saw eye to eye either." In simple terms, he hated that
he had a `faggot' for a son after he'd caught me and another local boy in a
compromising position in the woods near here. The old bastard had died soon
after I turned twenty, and I used the inheritance money to set up what was
now our family business.
	"Eh, Luke has his reasons I guess, even if he won't tell anyone
what they are. But I'm hoping we can make this all work out." He sighed,
looking up the stairs. "I'll tell you now, I don't think Luke is going to
come down."
	"I didn't think so." I said, standing up. "I was hoping I wouldn't
have to do this."
	"I was hoping you wouldn't have to either." Daniel sighed. There
was a lot of sighing going on lately. Far too much for my liking.
	"Luke, come on." I called from the bottom of the stairs. "Come on
down or I'll have to come up there." I waited a few more seconds. "You
better answer me Luke, I'm not messing around."
	After a few more seconds of stillness, I headed up the stairs. Luke
was laid down on the bed, hat over his face. Apparently he'd had an MP3
player in his pocket or something, as the cord for the earphones snaked up
his chest.
	"Luke!" I yelled. He flinched a little, but tried to pretend he
hadn't. He lifted up his hat enough to look at me.
	"What?"
	I reached over and grabbed the hat from him, flinging it across the
room.
	"Dude! That's my hat!" He started, sitting up off of the bed. I
grabbed the headphones from his ears and pulled the tiny music player right
out of his pocket. I put it into my pocket and left the headphones on the
floor.
	"What the fuck?" He roared, launching himself off of the bed. I
moved before he could connect with me, grabbed the back of his arm and
pushed him up against the wall. He grunted and struggled, but my years of
working out and farm labour had paid off.
	"Now, I asked you something quite simple." I said into his
ear. "Are you going to come help, or am I going to have to drag you out
there kicking and screaming like a god damn infant?"
	"Fine, I'll come out." He grunted. "Just get the hell off of me." I
let go of him, and he sulked off to the corner, where he stripped his
jersey off. He had a thin white wife beater on underneath, which showed off
his teenaged muscles even better than the jersey had. I turned and left him
to change.
	"I heard what happened." Daniel said when I got downstairs.
	"What the hell is his problem?" I wondered out loud. Daniel didn't
answer, he just looked up at the stairs with a look of worry. Soon enough,
Luke came moping down the stairs, a white t-shirt and an old pair of jeans
on.
	"So what are we doing?" Daniel asked, as Luke stood there sullenly.

	Three hours later, it was getting close to dinner time, and the
boys were covered in dirt and sweat from the weeding they had been doing. I
noticed something a little strange when they were out in the field
however. Luke stripped his t-shirt off after about five minutes of work
(and still had it off as we trudged up to the house), making me thankful
for my mirrored sunglasses. He had a pair of his satin boxers on under his
low slung jeans, pale blue and yellow stripes against his tanned abs and
back.
	The strange thing? Daniel seemed to notice (and watch) Luke's half
undressed frame as much as I was trying not to notice it. At first I wasn't
sure if it was just sibling adoration or a genuine interest. I still wasn't
sure as we got back.
	"So how did that feel boys?" I asked jovially.
	"I liked it, it was a nice change." Daniel said agreeably. "I feel
like I got a better workout than I would have at the gym." Luke was his
normally withdrawn, somewhat angry self. He'd worked hard enough, but just
barely.
	"There's one shower upstairs. Who wants it first?" I asked.
	"I do." Luke said, brushing past us and heading to his room. It was
the first words he'd spoken since I'd tackled him earlier. Daniel and I
went out to the back deck to get some supper ready, while the shower ran
upstairs. It was over quickly, and Dan went upstairs to clean up.
	Soon enough both boys were back downstairs, Luke back in his jersey
and shorts, Dan in a pair of khakis and a black muscle shirt.
	"Ready for some civilized dinner?" I asked, flipping another burger
on the barbeque.

Part 2: Attitude Adjustment

	Dinner was pretty quiet, Luke still sullen and Daniel seeming
anxious and worried. He was really upset about the way he his brother was
acting I gathered, but didn't know how to talk to him about it.  After we
were done eating, I went upstairs to grab my own shower. I thought about
the conflicting feelings I was having, caught between attraction to these
kids, familial emotions and the urge to beat the crap out of Luke till he
snapped out of whatever the hell was bothering him. Concern for Daniel too,
wondering what exactly his quiet softness was hiding.
	I got out of the shower and put on a white t-shirt and a pair of
old black sweatpants, and headed downstairs. I came around the corner into
the kitchen and there was Daniel sitting down at the table, saying
something to Luke. I looked up and Luke was swigging a can of beer, and
there was another one crumpled up on the counter.
	"What the fuck?" I asked, looking at Luke.
	"Luke! I told you not too!" Daniel hissed.
	"Whatever bro. This guy here ain't gonna do shit to us." Luke said
cockily. "He can't! What do you think he's going to do? Spank us?" He
barked out a laugh.
	"I just might. Put the can down." I said, advancing on him.
	"What the fuck ever man." Luke said, raising the can up to his
lips. His eyes had enough time to widen in surprise as I slapped the can
out of his hand before I had him by the arm, and was dragging him down the
hall to the living room. I looked back long enough to see beer splattered
on the cupboards, dripping down on the floor.
	"Luke!" Daniel cried out, standing up from the table.
	"Fuck off man!" Luke cried as I dragged him along. I tossed him
into the living room, blocking the exit.
	"Now lose the shorts."
	"What?" Luke's eyes widened again.
	"I said lose the shorts boy, you're going to get the ass whipping
you should have a long time ago." I crossed my arms over my chest, making
damn sure he knew I wasn't moving.
	"Fuck you." He said, giving me the finger.
	"Please, he didn't mean it." I heard Daniel say from behind
me. Where was Dan's attitude? His mother had made it sound like he was just
a carbon copy of Luke. He seemed almost... meek?
	"Dan, I want you to see this too. You've been pretty well behaved
for now, but I want you to know what happens if you step out of line too
often." I moved a step towards Luke, making sure to keep myself between the
door and him. "Now drop `em boy. Trust me, you don't want me to have to
take them off myself."
	"You aren't going to fucking touch me." Luke declared, eyes
blazing.
	"You've got five seconds before I take them off for you." I said
evenly. Luke stood there, still giving me the finger. When the five seconds
were up, I sprang for him. He tried to dodge, but hadn't anticipated I
would actually do it. He let out a yelp as I took his arm again, pulled him
over to the couch and threw the wriggling boy over my lap.
	His shorts came down easily even as he struggled against them, the
silky material of his basketball shorts sliding down over his black and red
striped silk boxers.
	"Fuck you!" He cried.
	"Shut up and take it." I grunted, bringing my hand down across his
ass for the first swat. He let out another yowl as I brought it down again
and again, trying to flinch away from it, but I held him down tight.
	"Let me go!" He howled, while Daniel watched from the doorway. He
seemed almost transfixed by the scene before him. He didn't move as I
repeatedly spanked his older brother, who by now was starting to sniffle a
little at the continued punishment. His squirming stopped, and his cries of
anger subsided.
	I brought my hand down for a few last hard spanks, then tossed the
boy aside. He tumbled down to the floor, face streaked with tears.
	"Now, are you going to fucking do that again?" I bellowed.
	"No." He sneered up at me, grabbing his shorts from the floor and
rushing out of the room.
	"Luke.." Daniel started to say.
	"Fuck off." Luke grunted, shoving his brother aside.
	"Luke..." He protested, wanting to follow him but deciding against
it. He turned to me and said quietly, "I'll go clean up the kitchen."
	"Thanks." I mumbled, sitting down on the couch. I was tired all of
a sudden, but also quite curious, as I had noticed something unmistakable
when Daniel turned around to leave. His khakis were tented up in the
front. He'd gotten hard watching me spank his brother. What the fuck was
that?

	I went into the kitchen a few minutes later, where Daniel had
managed to clean up most of the mess. I grabbed a fresh can of beer from
the fridge and popped it open.
	"So Dan, if you know what his problem is, now would be a good time
to tell me." I leaned against the counter, trying to soften my voice a
little. Dan seemed to respond better to kindness.
	"I'm really not sure." He looked at me like any minute I was going
to snap. I felt awful, seeing the fear in his eyes.
	"Danny, don't worry." I said, patting him on the back. "I won't do
that to you."
	"Not without provocation." He scoffed, then looked at me like I
might hit him all over again. "Sorry." He mumbled, and went back to his
knees to wipe the beer off the floor.
	"Dan, stop worrying." I chuckled. "Now I'm going to go to bed, you
might want to check on your brother, see how he's doing."
	"I'm sure he'll be ok. He might not want to sit down for a bit." He
laughed a little.
	"Probably not." I agreed. When I was at the foot of the stairs, Dan
cleared his throat and stood up.
	"Um, Uncle Jeff?"
	"Yeah?"
	"If Luke steps out of line again, what are you going to do?"
	"You mean if I have to physically discipline him again?"
	"Yeah." He cleared his throat again, looking nervous.
	"Why Danny, do you have a suggestion?" I cocked my eyebrow at him
and smiled, perhaps going a bit too far.
	"Uh, no." He stammered quickly. Too quickly.
	"Sounded like you might have."
	"Well, it just seemed to me that losing his shorts hurt his pride
more than the spanking hurt his body." Danny said, kneeling again and
turning away from me so I couldn't see his face.
	"So next time I should do a bare ass spanking?" I asked.
	"Maybe. Or maybe nothing but the boxers." Danny said. "Not that I
liked seeing him hurt like that, I wish he'd just calm down. But I mean, if
you're going to do it, you may as well get the maximum benefit."
	I came up behind him and ruffled his hair like I had earlier in the
day. He flinched a little as I touched him, but relaxed as I rubbed his
head.
	"Thanks for the suggestions son. I'll take them into
consideration." I turned to leave, and when I was up the stairs, I
whispered under my breath; "And I'm sure you'll want to be there to see
it."

	I was in bed reading, and I heard low murmurs through the wall,
obviously Luke and Dan were talking to each other. I wondered what they
were saying. I rolled over and tried to focus on my book, but I heard the
voices in the other room growing a bit louder, more insistent.
	I wondered briefly if I should get dressed, since I was just in my
t-shirt and a pair of grey boxer briefs, when I heard quite clearly from
next door; "Luke! No!"
	"Fuck." I mumbled, wonder what was coming next. I heard footsteps,
and then banging on my door.  I jumped out of bed and swung it open. Luke
stood there of course, in a pair of red and white plaid pyjama pants and a
white wife beater. Daniel was peeking out of the door down the hall.
	"Luke!" He hissed, like before.
	"Look man, what happened before was a fluke cause you took me by
surprise." Luke's tough guy act was in full force. "If we had a fair
fucking fight, I could take you. I fucking know I could."
	Who did this guy think he was? He was posturing like a street thug
about to beat down some other moron.
	"Luke, I was wrestling champion of the province when I was your
age, and trust me, you may have some teenaged muscles but I could take you
any day of the week."
	"Wanna fucking bet?" He asked, throwing his arms wide. I was
waiting for the gang signs to start flashing. Daniel had crept out into the
hallway behind him, his khakis from earlier exchanged for blue and white
pyjamas.
	"What are we betting?" I asked, not trying to stifle my yawn.
	"I win, you leave me the fuck alone till mom gets back."
	"And when I win?"
	"Whatever you want."
	"You drop the tough guy act, or I'll punish you worse than
before. We're talking hours upon hours of it."
	"Well since I'm going to fucking win, I don't have to worry." He
grunted.
	"Submission win?"
	"Or knockout." Luke sneered.
	"Let's go." I said, backing up and giving him some space.
	"Right here?" He said, bouncing up and down a little. "Fine, I can
take you anywhere."
	"Luke, please don't!" Daniel begged from the hallway. "He's going
to destroy you."
	"Calm down bro, I've got this." Luke flashed a smile to him. Then
he spun around and charged at me. He was all brawn, no brains. I spun
around him and tripped him, grabbing him by the back of the shirt as he
went spilling forward. I flung him back and grappled him to the floor.
	I bet Tim would never have done this.
	Luke struggled, while Dan looked on in fright. For which of us, I
wasn't sure. I was knocked back by a lucky blow from Luke, who then grabbed
the front of my shirt and tried to swing again. I backed off, my shirt
ripping down the front and his swing missed by a mile. I grabbed him from
behind in a full nelson and flung him down onto the floor.
	"Give up already son, you've lost." I grunted.
	"Fuck you!" He yelled, trying to break his way out. I just lifted
him up and tossed him aside again, he landed on my bed, and turned to face
me again.
	"Give up?"
	"Not a chance old man!" He lunged off the bed and I grabbed him in
a bear hug, forcing him down again. He struggled and struggled, but I had
him pinned now.
	"Nowhere to go boy, and I can hold this a lot longer than you can
struggle."
	He took a good five minutes of struggling, and at one point almost
even broke free, but he soon stopped squirming.
	"That mean you're done?" I asked.
	"Yes." Luke sneered.
	"You give up?"
	"I fucking give up, ok?" He yelled.
	"Fine." I said, getting up off of him. "Now remember our deal, if
you fuck up again it's punishment time."
	"Fuck you!" He yelled, jumping on my back. I backed up against the
wall, making him lose his grip, and wrestled him back down to the ground.
	"Unfortunately now for you Luke, it's punishment time." I looked up
and saw a slight smile flicker across Dan's face, but it was quickly
replaced by his look of horror again. I held Luke down and reached up into
my bedside table, where I pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
	"What the fuck?" Luke yelled out as I fastened his arms behind him.
	"Holy shit." Dan whispered as I got a larger pair out and secured
Luke's legs.
	"Let me go you fucking bastard!" Luke screamed, struggling against
his bonds. Dan's eyes almost popped out of his head when I pulled a ball
gag from the same drawer. Luke eyed with terror, and his cries were muffled
as I placed it into his mouth and secured it.
	I stood up and went out into the hallway with Dan, and closed the
door behind me. Luke's grunts and cries could be heard through the gag and
the door. I looked down and saw the obvious tent in Dan's pyjama pants.
	"So, did you set him up for this?" I asked.
	"What?" He tried to look innocent.
	"Look boy." I said, putting my arm beside his head and using my
body to force him up against the wall. He looked nervously at my ripped
shirt and then down to my tight boxers. "Tell me what's going on here."
	"You're the one with gags and cuffs in your bedroom, why don't you
tell me what's going on?" He tried to emulate the look of Luke's
toughness. I decided to forgo any more fucking around. My free hand grabbed
his tented pants. He gasped.
	"You were hard earlier too when I was giving him a spanking boy." I
rubbed his stiff prick a little, a good seven inches trapped in his
pyjamas. "Now, you're enjoying this aren't you?"
	"Of course." He whimpered, eyes closed.
	"You like watching your brother get punished?"
	"Yes sir." He said, eyes still closed.
	"Look at me boy." I ordered him. He slowly opened his eyes and
looked up at me. "Did you put him up to this?"
	"No sir."
	"You didn't mention anything to set him off?"
	"No sir. Well..."
	"Well?" I asked, my hand still rubbing his crotch. My own dick was
hardening up as I stood out here, questioning and groping my nephew.
	"I might have suggested you took him by surprise, and in a fair
fight he'd probably win." He tried the innocent look again. "But not so.."
	"I don't believe it boy. And earlier, suggesting that I strip him
more? That wasn't very subtle." I leaned in and slowly parted Daniel's lips
with my tongue. He groaned and his body melted against the wall. I pushed
my body fully against him now, feeling his hard cock against me. He must
have felt mine too.
	"Now son, the question is, what do we do next?"
	"Whatever you think is best sir." He said, a trace of a smile
curling his lips.
	"Just follow me. And do whatever I tell you. Understood?" I asked,
letting go of his crotch.
	"Sure thing sir." He said, standing there with his pants tented,
looking down at the giant bulge in my boxers. He looked like he wanted to
say something, but kept his mouth shut.

	Looking back, I probably should have stopped myself before I
started groping my nephew. I probably should have stopped even earlier,
around when I pulled the handcuffs out of the drawer. Or when I started to
check out either of them, or when I started sorting through the bag of
underwear, or many of the other inappropriate things I did that weekend.
	But as I walked back into my room, looked down at Luke struggling,
I made a decision. I was going to go through with this till the end, I was
too boned up and horny now to care what happened either way.
	"You're coming with me boy." I grunted. His eyes obviously looked
at my bulge, but he didn't seem any more freaked out than before. I grabbed
the basement key ring from the same drawer I kept the cuffs, and I picked
up the struggling boy and slung him over my shoulder, his legs trying to
feebly kick at me as I did. Daniel seemed stunned as I carried Luke down to
the basement.
	I had always told the boys it was unfinished storage space, hence
why it was locked all the time, so when I carried Luke down and flicked the
lights on, Daniel let out a gasp. Luke even stopped struggling for a few
moments. The room was finished enough, the walls were covered at least. The
floor was bare concrete, with a drain in the middle.
	A bed in one corner, a bondage cross in the other, a sling hanging
by one wall, and various other set ups stored in the other rooms, currently
hidden behind doors. Paddles, whips and other gear hung from pegs on the
walls.
	"Oh my god..." Dan sighed, looking around. He looked like a kid in
a candy store. I tossed Luke down on the bed, and freed his hands long
enough to put them around to his front, then cuffed them again. He was
still gagged, but now he had stopped yelling. His eyes were shut tight, as
if he was afraid what was going to happen next.
	I pulled him off the bed by his arm, and led him over to the center
of the room. He stumbled a little, his legs still chained together, but he
did the best he could. Dan went off into a corner, and watched as I brought
Luke's arms up over his head and fastened his cuffs to a chain hanging from
the ceiling.
	Luke dangled there, unable to move from the spot. His well muscled
arms stretched above his head, and I got quite the sexy glimpse of his
hairy pits.
	"Now boy, I'm going to release your legs for a bit. But don't get
any ideas. If anything should happen to me, Danny there doesn't know where
the key to those hand cuffs are." It was on the same key ring I had with
me, but they didn't know that! "Not that I think your little pussy kicks
could do anything anyway. But in case you got a lucky shot in." I sneered
up at him as I took the key ring and unlocked the cuffs around his legs. He
looked to let out a sigh of relief as his legs were free to move again.
	"Now Luke, you wrecked my fucking shirt." I said, pulling at my
ripped neck and ripping it a little more. My hairy chest hung out a bit
more. "Turnabout is fair play." I reached up and grabbed hold of his wife
beater with both hands, ripping it straight down the middle. He yelled
again into his gag.
	"And really, this is far too much protection for how much
punishment you deserve." I said, tugging at his pyjama pants, pulling them
down an inch or so. His head desperately shook side to side, as if begging
me not to go through with it. I tugged them a little more, the cotton
slipping down easily over the satin. It was a different pair than earlier,
red with white and black hearts on them. With another tug, the pants fell
to the ground, pooling around his feet.
	I grabbed his feet and pulled the pants free, leaving him in just
his tattered shirt and boxers. He closed his eyes again, slamming them
tight.
	"Closing your eyes won't do you any good boy, but I could blindfold
you if you like." I laughed as his eyes opened up again and glared at
me. "I've thought about it, but I want you to see exactly what's going to
happen."
	"Now these..." I said, tugging on his boxers, bringing them down an
inch. "Are much too cute to ruin. But I can't have you naked yet, so I need
something else..." I looked around.
	"Danny!" I barked.
	"Yes sir!" He came over quickly.
	"What do you have on under those?" I asked, pointing at his
pyjamas.
	"Um... well I have my underwear sir."
	I gave a sigh of exasperation, yanking his pants down as he
gasped. A pair of white briefs (rather well tented at the
moment). Perfection. I couldn't have planned it better myself.
	"Give me those."
	"What?" He looked stunned.
	I gave another sigh, grabbed his shirt and gave it the same
treatment I had given Luke's. Then I grabbed the waistband of his briefs
and since my back to was to Luke, I gave Danny a little wink. His smile
flickered again as I pulled his briefs down, he stepped out of them
quickly. His uncut teenaged prick stood at attention, surrounded by his
soft brown pubes.
	"These will do much better." I said, turning around and pulling
down Luke's boxers. His legs flailed wildly, but I pulled them off,
exposing his dick. I had to admit, it was a pretty good cock. Uncut, like
his brother and myself, trimmed pubes, shaved balls. And it might have even
been half hard, almost five inches, hanging against his leg.
	His eyes were wild now, and didn't subside any as I held his legs
and pulled his brother's briefs onto him. He howled louder into his gag as
I pulled them up over his waist and tucked his cock inside, feeling a
shiver of lust as I touched his bare cock.
	I missed being a teenager, I thought wistfully, as even the barest
touch of my hand made his briefs tent up practically immediately.
	"Looks like he might enjoy being in your underwear Dan." I laughed,
tossing the boxers to Danny. "Put those on if you want to cover up." He
gulped, nodded and stepped into the boxers. Thankfully they were almost the
same size.
	I went over to the wall and pulled a riding crop off of one of the
hooks. I went to Danny, and told him "Brace yourself." I brought the crop
down across his ass, making him yelp.
	"Now boy, did that hurt?"
	"It did sir." He answered.
	"Would you want that more than once?"
	"No sir." He answered, his eyes downcast.
	"Good, I want you to count how many I give to your brother." I
said, moving back to the center of the room. Danny nodded, and Luke yelled
something into the gag.
	"One. Two. Three..." Danny counted as I brought the leather whip
down across the white cotton of Luke's backside. He yelped and howled with
each stroke.
	"Eighteen. Nineteen."
	His howls were replaced by the occasional yell, and a few muffled
sobs. He sagged against the chain, and each new stroke made him stand up
straight again. I brought it down over the back of his thighs as well, then
back up to his ass.
	"Thirty Nine. Forty." Danny said, and I tossed the crop aside.
	"Now, how was that?" I leaned into Luke and hissed in his ear. A
few tears crept down his face, and his body sagged against the restraints.
	"Dan!"
	"Yes sir?" He came up to us.
	"Is your brother still hard?"
	Danny blushed, looking down at his brother's crotch. Luke's eyes
squeezed shut again, and I knew the answer before Danny could tell me.
	"He is, sir." As was Danny.
	"Get on your knees Danny."
	"What?" He looked at me, startled.
	"I said.." Pushing him down to his knees in front of his brother's
tented briefs. Well, his briefs. "I said, get on your fucking knees."
	"Yes sir." He said, his voice full of nervousness.
	"Now, how do those briefs of yours look on him?"
	"Pretty good sir."
	"How does that big tent there look to you?"
	"Very nice sir." He blushed as deep red as the boxers he was
wearing.
	"How do his boxers feel on your cock?"
	"Awesome sir."
	"Is this your first time in them?"
	"This pair, yes. But I have worn some of his before." He blushed
even deeper. "Luke doesn't know that, but I have sometimes."
	"I figured." I chuckled. Luke looked down in confusion at his
brother.
	"Now Danny, I want Luke to remember this punishment for a long
time. I've thought of a fitting end to it." He looked up at me.
	"I want you to lean in there and start sucking on those briefs."
	I had expected a refusal of some sort. I had expected at least some
sort of hesitation.
	Danny leaned in, opened his mouth and immediately started to suck
on his brother's bulging crotch. Luke let out a noise of protest, followed
by a moan.
	"Yeah, that's it boy, get them nice and wet." I urged him on,
running my hands through his hair and pushing his face up against the
cotton. Luke's protests were gone now, only noises of pleasure were coming
from his gag now. I reached up behind him and unfastened it, letting it
drop.
	"Oh my god..." He groaned as Danny slurped at his crotch.
	"Yeah boy, not so bad now is it?" I asked, reaching up to play with
Luke's nipples. He winced and moaned louder as I did. "Fuck yeah, you're
really enjoying this."
	He didn't deny it, he just moaned louder.
	"Now Danny, pull them down a little, let his meat out." I said
quietly, watching as Danny reverently lowered the briefs, Luke's eight inch
cock flopping out and almost hitting him in the face. I wondered for a
second how he packed it all into those briefs, then remembered they weren't
his.
	I took my final chance, this could make or break the whole thing. I
leaned down and brought my lips to Luke's. Would he bite my tongue off and
spit it back in my face? Would he pull away disgustedly?
	No. He opened his mouth wide, letting our tongues explore each
other, and let out one of his biggest groans yet. I kissed him for a few
minutes, one hand groping his ass, the other one rubbing Danny's hair.
	"Oh my fuck boys..." I groaned, pulling away from Luke.  I pushed
his briefs further down his legs, admiring the red shade of his butt
cheeks. He flinched when I gave them another light tap with my hand, but
his noises of pleasure didn't cease.
	Danny meanwhile was blowing him like a pro, one hand around the
shaft and one hand on the balls, the rest in his mouth. I ripped my shirt
the rest of the way off, tossing it aside, and pulled my own eight incher
out of my boxers.
	"Give me some of that son." I said, grabbing Danny's hair and
pulling him off of Luke's cock. He had enough time for a deep breath before
I shoved my own cock in, his chin wet with precum and saliva. The kid gave
a messy, wet blowjob. My favourite.
	I put my hands on either side of his head, controlling how fast the
little slut blew me. "Oh fuck yeah, you're a natural born cocksucker." I
groaned, pumping my cock into his throat. He took it all without a problem
either, I was shocked.
	"Isn't he?" Luke said, half in a daze, watching Danny blow me.
	"Damn right, I should have been getting this little twat to blow me
all along."
	"Me too." He agreed.
	"You'll get it again soon enough Luke, don't worry." I leaned down
and kissed him again. I let Danny come up for air for a few seconds,
squeezing a drop of my precum out into his open mouth, followed by a wad of
my spit.
	"Thank you sir." He said graciously, then I pushed his head towards
his brother's cock again.
	"Get back to work." I grunted, watching him eagerly take Luke back
into his mouth. He looked to be in absolute heaven, looking up at his older
brother and stuffing his mouth full of his teenaged dick.
	Luke's body was trembling a little now, and I figured it wasn't
long before he was going to blow his load. The question was, did I want to
prolong this a little? Or did I want him to have his immediate release?
	"I'm gonna cum soon." Luke moaned.
	"Come on Danny, suck the cum out of your brother's balls." I urged
him on, even though I was planning to take this a step further. Luke tensed
up even more, and I saw Danny's fist moving faster and faster over Luke's
dick.
	"Stop that Danny, get back here." I ordered him. Luke visibly
sagged and started panting, so close to the edge of cumming. Danny crawled
on his hands and knees to behind his brother, where I grabbed his hair and
shoved his face into Luke's smooth ass crack.
	Luke let out a scream of pure pleasure as Danny started to tongue
his hole.
	"Yeah boy, eat that fucking cunt!" I yelled, rubbing Danny's face
in it. Luke was making high pitched almost whining noises now as his
brother tongue fucked him. Short gasps came out of him, and wordless sounds
of lust.
	"Now suck my fucking cock." I yanked his head away from Luke's butt
to my cock, precum dribbling down his chin as he took it into his
mouth. Danny groaned and moaned as he worked my cock over with his tongue,
spit flying everywhere.
	I put two of my fingers up to Luke's mouth. "Get `em wet." I
grunted. Luke slobbered on my fingers, which quickly found their way to his
still wet hole. His hole body shuddered as I penetrated him with my
fingers, and a gasp of surprise shook him.
	"Get back to his dick." I grunted, pushing Danny off of me. He
crawled back to the other side of Luke, and Luke started moaning again. I
positioned myself behind Luke, rubbing my stiff dick up and down his
crack. His hole was a little puffy from my rough fingering earlier.
	"Ready for this bitch?" I hissed in his air.
	"I was born ready. Plow me with that fucker." He moaned.
	"You got it slut." I yelled, shoving my cock into his waiting
hole. It was so tight I thought I was going to rip him in two. Judging by
the scream he let out, he thought I was going to as well.
	"Shut up and take it cunt!" I hollered, grabbing him by the hips
and starting to thrust. He was half moaning half screaming now, the
pleasure from both sides of him overwhelming him.
	"Come on! You can take it!"
	"It's so fucking huge!" He groaned. I held on tight and gave a few
quick thrusts into him, then pulled out and went slow for a bit. Just when
he was getting used to it, I grabbed his hips again and fucked him as hard
as I could.
	"Oh my fuck!" He yelled.
	As far as I could tell, Danny hadn't let up on his sucking. As if
reading my mind, Luke let out a shout that he was about to blow his load
again.
	Part of me debated calling off Danny again, but part of me wanted
to feel this. I felt Luke's hole tighten up around me and his body started
to spasm against the restraints. I slowed down enough to let him feel every
inch of me as his orgasm shook through his body, a stream of curses and
wordless cries echoing through my basement.
	As soon as he stopped shaking long enough for me to get a good grip
on him again, I started to pump harder, my own orgasm not far off. He
babbled incoherently as I fucked him as hard as I could, the pressure in my
balls building further and further until it was my turn to scream.
	"Holy fuck!" I roared, and felt my dick spasm. Luke moaned in time
with me as shot after shot of my jizz squirted inside of him. He was wild
as I pumped my last few strokes, finally pulling out of his now sloppy, wet
hole.
	I went around to the other side of him and held his face up by his
chin.
	"Think you're going to behave now?" I panted.
	His cocky grin came back. "If that's my punishment, I might get
even worse." He grinned at me. I leaned down and we kissed, not a loving
kiss, but an animalistic kiss, tongues and spit flying. He moaned as I
pulled away, and we looked down at his brother on the floor.
	"And now it's your turn Danny." I said, pulling him over to the
bed. I laid down next to him, slipping Luke's boxers off of him but
wrapping them around his wet cock. They were already soaked from his
precum. "I want you to blow your load in these for me baby." I whispered,
licking his neck and ear as I jacked him off.
	"Yes sir!" He moaned softly.
	"Did you like the show?"
	"I did sir!"
	"Did you like participating in it?" I chuckled.
	"Oh fuck yes." He panted, obviously close to cumming.
	"How did your brother's cum taste?" I hissed. That sent him over
the edge. He let out a gasp and his body shook, legs and arms trembling. I
felt his cock jerk in my fist, and the boxers that were just damp became
soaked with hot, teenage cum. I jerked him for a few more seconds, enjoying
the look of exquisite torture on his face.
	Finally, I let him go, and he sank back against the bed. I took the
jizz soaked boxers and walked back to Luke, who'd been watching the whole
scene. I grabbed my key ring and reached up to unlock his cuffs.
	"I thought you said it was..."
	"I lied." I winked at him. His arms fell and he rubbed his wrists,
which were red and sore from his cuffs.
	"Put these on." I said, handing him the boxers. He smiled and
stepped into them, his brothers cum soaking him.
	"Never felt better." He smiled. I tossed Danny's briefs to him and
tucked my own cock back into my boxer briefs, then the three of us fell
into bed together. Danny on one side of me, Luke on the other, and they
both curled up on my chest. I pulled the thin blanket over the three of us.

Part 3: Secrets

	"So what the fuck just happened boys?" I asked.
	"Looks like we were all hiding something from each other." Luke
said softly.
	"I had no idea you guys were gay!" Danny said.
	"Me either, I thought I was the only one..." Luke trailed off.
	"This might be a bad time to ask Luke, but what was with the
attitude?" I asked. "Were you just looking to get some rough treatment?"
	"No." He said with a rueful smile. "My attitude goes back to Mom
and Tim."
	"What happened?" I asked.
	"Well, if you must know, it was probably a year and a half
ago. I've never told anyone this, and I'm sorry if you get upset Danny but
you have to know..."

Luke's Story

	I huddled under my blankets, listening to the yelling from
downstairs. Tim had come home drunk again, and he and Mom were having it
out.
	"I can't believe you fucked your fucking secretary!" Mom shrieked.
	"Well, maybe if I got a little around here I wouldn't fucking have
to." He yelled back, slurring his words. God, I hated that bastard.
	"Maybe if you didn't come home smelling like a whiskey soaked
whorehouse I might be more in the mood." She retorted. Even through my door
I could hear them. I debated putting my iPod on and listening to some
music, but I knew it wouldn't help.
	The fighting continued for about twenty minutes, until finally Mom
told him to get out.
	"Oh? Like I'd even fucking miss this place!" Tim railed at
her. "I'd miss your fucking nagging, I'd miss that moron kid Luke and that
little faggot Danny!"
	Tears stung my eyes. How could he say that? He was supposed to be
our father. No father should talk about his kids like that. And if he
thought Danny was a faggot just because he was a little shy and quiet, how
would he think of me? I had been planning to come out to them sometime
soon.

	"...And that started it all." Luke finished. "If he wanted to treat
us like shit, I was going to treat them like shit right back. And I would
show them that not every faggot out there was a pansy."
	"Oh my god Luke, I'm so sorry." I said, blinking away tears. Danny
looked over at him with a look of brotherly concern.
	"So all this time you were just trying to stick up for yourself?
And your brother?" I asked.
	"Yeah." He said sheepishly. "Guess I didn't do a very good
job. Eventually I was just tired of being angry, so I started to fuck
around with drugs and stuff. And drinking and partying. And then I was
numb, and then I just got more angry."
	"Did you ever confront Mom about it?" Danny asked.
	"Yeah, she said `well you know how he gets when he's drunk', and I
decided I'd had enough of her simpering and giving in to him." He sighed, a
tear rolling down his cheek. "I'm so sorry Uncle Jeff, it's just that I had
to get this all out."
	"It's ok boys." I said, holding them both against me tight. "You're
alright here." We laid like that for about ten minutes, letting the boys
work through their emotions.
	Finally, Luke got up, wiped his eyes and said; "I need a shower."
	"Me too." I agreed.
	"Want to join me?" Luke grinned.
	"Sure thing." I got up out of bed. "What about you Danny?"
	"I'm gonna just lay here for a bit longer." He yawned. "You kind of
sapped my energy." He laughed.
	"Understandable." Luke and I both leaned down and gave him a kiss,
and then I ushered Luke upstairs to the bathroom. We got into the shower we
got cleaned up, Luke inside and out.
	"I can't believe how good that felt." He grinned, soaping up my
chest. "I never imagined you'd fuck me, let alone cum inside me."
	"You liked that, eh?" I grinned.
	"Oh god yes." His face smiled, but then faltered a little.
	"Jeff, there's something else I have to tell you." He said
quietly. "I really didn't want to tell Danny this part."
	"What is it?"
	He looked up at me with the most serious look I had seen on his
face. My stomach twisted a little, wondering what could have set him off.
	"Luke?"
	"Tim said something else while they were fighting. Something that I
didn't understand until I went to ask Great Aunt Cathy about it."
	Aunt Cathy? She was almost 90, and in the senior's home. And a
notorious gossip.
	Luke's next words turned my blood to ice.
	Remember before? The reasons I'd had for being so guilty over
Rebecca's wayward child? Well, Luke split the secret wide open.
	"Tim said that he didn't give a damn what happened to me, since I
wasn't even his kid." I almost fainted.
	"And what did Cathy tell you?" I asked. We stood there in the
shower, facing each other, my heart pounding in my ears.
	"She didn't quite realize who I was thankfully. She knew I was a
relative, asking about Tim and Rebecca's oldest boy." He chuckled. "When I
first walked in, she thought I was you..."

Luke's Visit

	"Well let me tell you sonny, about nigh on twenty years ago now,
Jeff, my darling saint who pays for these nurses to clean up after me, you
know he's gay right?" She whispered conspiratorially.
 	"Of course Aunt Cathy." I waved my hand like it was old news. I'd
had no clue.
	"Well, the big scandal was that he'd gotten drunk and had a one
night stand with some poor girl, and she ended up in the family way." She
tapped her nose. "Now, Jeff was going to just pay her off and send her on
her way, but she unfortunately died giving birth. Sad, sad story."
	I was frozen.
	"Well anyways, Jeff had no idea about raising children, and his
dear sister Rebecca had been trying with her husband but wasn't having any
luck. So he offered them a deal, they could take the baby and raise it as
their own."

	I was stunned. I stood there in the shower facing Luke, who up
until now I had been content to pretend was only my nephew.
	"Is it true Jeff?"
	"This whole time, you knew I was gay..."
	"Yes."
	"And you knew I was..."
	"My father?" Luke asked.
	"Yes..." I sighed.
	"I knew." He took the washcloth and ran it over my chest. "I've
known for almost a year now. I didn't even plan on telling you really, but
as long as we're sharing secrets... I.. I.." He broke down again, and I
held him to my chest.
	"It's ok son." I whispered. "It's ok. Your dad is here."