Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2016 20:46:32 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Billy and Davy's Daddy; Part 5

Billy and Davy's Daddy
by Jon Hold
Copyright © 1998, 2015
jonhold@earthlink.net



Part 5



I asked Billy and Daddy to write this next part, and I just sort of put
together what they wrote. Daddy gave me a spanking when he found out I'd
been writing this and letting you read it. He spanked me really hard and
made me cry, but later Billy talked to Daddy and told him that I wasn't
being a bad boy. That I wasn't trying to hurt anyone or tell anyone how to
bother us. Daddy read what I had written and I showed him how a friend of
ours (thanks Jon) was mailing the stories. Daddy thought it over and
finally took me to bed and showed me how much he liked my writing. He also
agreed to help Billy write this part of the story:

<D> I couldn't believe how great my life was going. First my son turns out
to love me as much as I love him, and wants to have sex with me as much as
I've always wanted to have sex with him. As if that wasn't enough, it turns
out that his best friend, Billy, wants my love just as much. The
responsibility of raising two healthy and sane boys is made more difficult
by the repressed culture we live in, but my boys, and our love for each
other, has proven the effort worthy of the results. Both of my boys are
successful in life and have families of their own and I'm very proud of
them and love them deeply. Speaking of which:

Trying to walk down a narrow hallway with a wiggling, giggling, teasing,
anxious boy on each hip is one of life's major challenges. Trying to quiet
the boys down was futile, my threats being ignored as fast as they were
made. I'd planned on taking them to my room with it's big bed but gave up
and turned into their room, which was much closer. I plopped down on the
twin bed nearest the door and hauled both boys across my knees, my Davy on
the inside and the slightly smaller Billy on the outside. The sight of
those tight little buttocks and the feel of their stiff little peckers
sticking into my leg made my dick swell so hard it actually hurt. I put one
hand across their bony backs to hold them in place and used my other hand
to land half-hard, playful smacks across first one and then the other hard
little butt.

"When... I... tell... you... too... be... still..." I said between swats,
"you... better... be... still...."

Both boys made loud protestations, wiggled around on my lap a lot and tried
to cover their own butts with their hands while pulling the others hands
aside to expose them to my swats. We were all trying to not laugh and not
having much luck. Both boys reached underneath my leg and started playing
with my balls and pecker, which didn't help my concentration at all.

"Ummmm... Daddy's got a hard-on!"

"Yeah, he's being naughty. Playing with our butts and getting stiff. He
probably wants to fuck us."

"Yeah, he's a bad boy!"

"He's being a bad daddy, punishing two sweet and innocent little boys like
us."

"Yeah! He's being naughty and we're good boys. We should punish daddy!"

"Yeah!"

The next thing I knew I had my arms full of strong young boy bodies,
struggling and straining to push me down on the bed. Laughing, I fell
backwards across the narrow bed and was immediately seized and rolled over
on my belly by two very determined young boys. The feeling of their smooth
skin, warm bodies and strong little hands all over my body was more erotic
that anything I'd ever been able to imagine. They were all over me, rubbing
their heated buttocks and stiff and floppy organs against my hypersensitive
skin. At that moment I was willing to let them do anything they wanted too
with me.

What they wanted to do soon became apparent as they pinned my arms to my
sides with their legs and sat down on my back. Their little hands soon
found my butt and started spanking me. I couldn't believe how horny I made
me feel to have those boys spanking me. I started moaning and begging the
boys to spank me even harder. Both of the boys quickly got into our new
game and started telling me what a naughty daddy I'd been while they
spanked my ass as hard as they could. They weren't big enough to actually
hurt me, but they made my butt sting wonderfully. I made up my mind right
then and there that spanking would be reserved for playing with the boys
and that punishment would be done some other way. This was entirely too
much fun to be used to hurt the boys.

I felt the spanking lighten up as one of the boys clambered off my back and
the other boy straddled my back, his legs gripping my arms and holding them
firmly to my sides as he continued to spank my buns, now with both hands. I
felt the other boy move up behind me where my legs were draped over the
edge of the bed. A few perfunctory slaps on my lower buttocks from him and
I felt a small face bury itself between the heated mounds of my behind. A
little pair of hands from above joined the little pair of hands from below
to hold my crack open as a slurping, wallowing young mouth gave my asshole
a new reason for existence. The boy child was eager to gobble my hole, lips
and small teeth nibbling at every bit of exposed flesh and hard little
tongue darting everywhere slobbering slick spit all over and spearing into
my puckered hole at every opportunity.

The small pair of hands from above let go and started to sharply smack my
burning cheeks as a piping voice demanded that I open my hole. It was
Billy's voice ordering me to open up for his brother. I pushed back on my
asshole to open it up to my attacker and a huge fart burst out, flapping my
neither lips against the intruding pointed tongue. I could hear Davy inhale
deeply and then moan from the deep scent of me as his tongue finally
plunged to its maximum depth inside of me. Within seconds Davy clambered to
his feet and punctured my hole with his stiff little boycock. One punch saw
him buried to his full depth and he immediately started to hump my ass like
a jackrabbit.

"Yes! Yes! Fucking Daddy's ass! I'm fucking Daddy's ass!" Davy howled.

"Fuck his ass. Fuck him hard, Davy," Billy kept demanding as he alternated
swatting my ass and Davy's ass.

I quickly had a trembling boy clinging to my ass as he did his very best to
spooge inside of me. The excitement made me rear up as the boys traded
positions. Davy sat on my head and punched me in the back to bury my head
in the bedcovers and hold me down so his little brother could fuck me. As
the bald little pecker penetrated my ass, Davy laid down across my back,
clamping my head between his thighs and pulling my asscheeks apart with his
strong little hands so that Billy could penetrate me without wasting any of
his thin length in just reaching my hot hole.

"I'm fucking Daddy! I'm fucking Daddy in the ass! I've got my cock in
Daddy's ass and I'm fucking his butt!" crowed Billy as he vibrated up
against my butt. What a wonderful feeling to have his stiff little pricklet
jabbing my insides as his big brother humped the back of my neck with his
still ass wet dick. Billy started having orgasms almost immediately, but
hardly slowed down his jabbing of my hole between each of his little boy
dry orgasms.

I finally couldn't take it any more and rolled out from under Davy and
disconnected from Billy. I rolled over on my back longways on the narrow
boys bed and lifted my legs to my chest and held them in place with my
arms. Davy quickly took the hint offered by my uplifted, pulsing asshole
and scampered between my legs to puncture the damp hole with his stiff
little boner. Billy quickly jumped up on the bed and covered my mouth with
his delectable little butthole. I barely managed to get my tongue busy when
he leaned forward between my splayed legs and gobbled down as much of my
dripping cock as he could get into his lilliputian mouth.

For at least an hour the boys took turns fucking me in the ass, sucking my
cock, playing with my balls, and sitting on my face so I could feast on one
scrumptious little boybutt and set of dangling balls after the other. I
finally totally lost control and started to shoot my wad as Davy pulled and
twisted my balls in both his strong little hands while Billy fucked my
mouth with his boys cock and twisted and pinched both my nipples between
his monkey strong fingers. Both boys mouths worked over and around the
helmet of my cockhead as they captured every single drop of my heated
effusion.

As I collapsed, both boys crawled up into the curves of my arms, crossing
their upper legs across my tummy and crotch. I kissed each sweaty forehead
as Davy arranged the sheet over us and we drifted off into a little nap.

I woke up an hour later with a small boy curled up against each side like a
pair of baby monkeys. There is no way I can adequately describe to you the
feeling of laying there surrounded by the warmth of two high-metabolism
young boys. Trusted, loved and desired. My hands gently and quietly
caressed the two smooth and lithe forms as I marveled at the feel of
delicate, supple skin overlaying the tight musculature of my strong, active
boys. I realized that as deeply as I loved Davy, as committed to him and
his welfare as I was, I was quickly becoming as deeply committed to the
diminutive imp, Billy. A man couldn't ask for a more delightful, loving
child, and this boy was rapidly becoming a part of me. He had a spontaneity
that was somewhat lacking in my Davy, who supplied thoughtfulness and
reason to Billy's sometimes thoughtlessly impetuous actions. I could see
that the boys needed each other, not only for emotional support, but to
balance each others strengths and weaknesses.

All this thinking lead to wondering about the relationship that was
developing between the boys and me. I was well aware that the society and
culture I lived in condemned the love the boys and I had for each other. I
was also aware that the boys had not only initiated, but deeply wanted and
enjoyed our ever more involved relationship as much or more than I
did. Even as young as they were, the boys had been having sex with each
other long before Davy seduced me, or Billy joined us in our games. I was
fulfilled as I hadn't been since my wife's death. The boys were doing great
in school and had many outside interests that kept them occupied much of
the time. In retrospect, I was surprised that the boys and I were able to
spend as much time together as we did.

As I ruminated my arms relaxed on the bed and I had a tight pair of small
buttocks in each hand that I absentmindedly fondled. Skinny arms crossed my
chest and wrapped around my neck. Slim legs laid on my tummy and bent down
into my crotch, framing a lazy sort of erection that lay on my belly,
waiting for someone to notice it's availability. I looked down and saw four
bright blue eyes watching me.

"What'cha thinking about, Daddy?" Davy asked.

"You boys. Us."

Billy looked closely at me. "Do you love us, Daddy?"

I tightened my grasp on their butts and across their backs and pulled them
up closer and kissed each unfurrowed forehead. "More than anything else in
the whole wide world, boys. I love you more than anything else in the whole
wide world."

"Do you like to have sex with us, Daddy?" Billy continued.

"What a silly question, Billy. Of course I like to have sex with you
guys. Does that bother you?"

"Oh no, Daddy. I think it's wonderful. It's the most fun of anything I've
ever done. But... uh..."

"What is it, Billy. You know you can ask me anything..."

" Uh... Do you mind that I can't make juice or have any hair like you and
Davy?"

"No, Billy. That doesn't matter. Besides, Davy can't hardly juice at all,
just a little bit, and he doesn't have any pubic hair. He just has a little
bit of downy fur down there. Does that bother you Billy?"

"Oh, no, Daddy. Davy told me I'd get all that stuff later, and besides, I
can keep cumming over and over, but you and Davy get sore and have to
stop."

I laughed at this little imps disingenuousness. "You really like picking on
Davy and I about that, don't you?" I said, pinching his tight
buttcheek. Billy grinned at me even as he flinched away from the pinch and
drove his renewed hardon into my hip.

"Is there anything else you especially like, Billy? Other than sucking and
fucking?"

Billy blushed and ducked his chin. I pulled Davy more up on my chest as I
reached across my chest to lift Billy's chin with my extended forefinger. I
noticed that Davy was listening avidly.

"What is it, Billy-boy?"

"You promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Billy. Davy. You both know how important it is that no one know about what
we do together, don't you?"

"Sure, Dad," said Davy. "There's a girl at school who made love with her
daddy. She told her best girlfriend about it and her girlfriend told her
mommy, who told the nosy people. Now she lives at the orphanage and her
mommy and daddy are in jail. Me and Billy talked about that when we started
playing around together. We didn't want the nosy people to hurt us, so we
didn't even tell you. We just want to make sure you don't tell anyone else
either. We really like playing together and we don't want the nosy people
to interfere. They are really mean and we don't want them to hurt us."

I hugged both boys to me, hard. "I don't ever want to do anything that will
hurt either of you. I don't mind that you two like to play with each other,
but I'm not sure I should."

Both boys were crying by now, their tears wetting my chest. "But, Daddy. We
love you and it's so much fun being able to pay with you." Davy said.

"Yeah. You make us feel special and it's so much fun. Please don't stop
playing sex stuff with us, Daddy." Billy cried.

I held the boys tightly to me and they clung to me with fierce need. We
kissed and cried all over each other, affirming our love and need for each
other. "I don't ever want to stop loving you boys. Ever, ever, ever. But we
don't have to have sex. I love you, and I'll always love you, no matter
what. If we're ever doing anything and you want to stop, just say,
'banana'. You understand? If anything is happening that one of us doesn't
like, just say 'banana' and the other two of us have to stop
immediately. Agreed?"

Both boys started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"That's the same word WE picked," both boys chorused together.

We all started laughing together and the next thing we knew we were tearing
up the bedroom as we wrestled each other all over the room. We finally
collapsed into an exhausted, sweaty pile with both boys holding me down on
my back in the middle of the floor.

After resting a little bit I suggested that we grab a quick shower and get
a snack. The boys bounced up and down in agreement, but said that since
they'd whipped me, I had to carry them to the shower and wash
them. Grinning, I scooped both boys up and staggered to my feet. I lugged
both boys into the master bathroom and carefully washed their seal slick
bodies. Then they pushed me down on the short, three-legged foot stool I
kept in my shower and four squirming, inquisitive little hands quite
thoroughly washed me. We dried off and, still naked, hurried down to raid
the kitchen.

Scarfing down toasted cheese sandwiches, fruit salad and big glasses of
milk, we laughed and joked and pacified the raging hunger all our activity
had raised. We cleaned up the kitchen together and the boys talked me into
letting them watch a movie on TV that they wanted to see. I laid down on
the couch on my side in my favorite TV watching position. Davy climbed up
and laid down on my side, using my shoulder for a pillow. This had been a
favorite place of his ever since he was a toddler and could climb up
there. He quickly snuggled into position and began warming my upper side.

Billy stood there watching us for a minute while I used the remote control
to get the TV onto the movie channel. When I laid down the control, Billy
sort of shyly lifted my arm and laid down on the couch, snuggling his back
up against my chest and putting my hand between his head and the lower part
of my pillow to use as his own pillow. I wiggled around a little bit to
adjust our positions comfortably. My arm held Billy to me and Davy's arm
drooped down across Billy's chest to hold all three of us together. It felt
like we'd been practicing this position for years. Comfortable, warm, and,
well... just perfect.

The previews were running because the movie hadn't started yet so I muted
the sound, and we talked. "We got sort of sidetracked. You boys want to
tell me what you especially like?" They did, but got into an argument over
who should go first that they finally solved by playing hammer, paper,
stone. Davy "won" and told a sort of rambling story about how he and Billy
started playing sex games together. Seems as though they started out
playing 'Cowboy and Indian'. Billy preferred to be the Indian and would
frequently capture and torture the Cowboy. Davy began to look forward to
being captured, tied up and tortured. The torture consisted mostly of being
tickled, but soon led to being stripped and then to some sexual play. After
the boys found a magazine that showed some pictures of people having sex
Davy found himself being "forced" to suck on Billy and then to take his
small organ into his butt. Both boys enjoyed this part of the game and were
soon capturing each other with great frequency.

"So, you like to be tied up, Davy. Is that right?"

Blushing, the boy answered, "Yes, Daddy. It makes me really horny."

I ruffled his hair and then pulled him even closer to my side and kissed
his forehead. "How about you, Billy?"

Billy rolled over and put one arm under my neck and the other over his
brother and me. "Mine's easier to tell, Daddy. I really like it when
somebody plays with my hinney."

I reached down and cupped his firm buttocks in the palm of my hand. " You
mean here, Billy?"

He shyly ducked his head under my chin and I heard his muffled voice,
"Yeah. There!"

I slid a finger down between the cheeks of his fine little butt and stroked
the little rosebud with the broad tip of my finger. "How about here? Do you
like this, Billy?"

The small frame shuddered against mine and I felt a little erection grow
and poke into me as the excited boy lifted his leg and hooked it over my
waist. "Oh yes, Daddy! Especially there!"

Davy helped hold his brothers leg up while I wiggled my finger tip past the
now pulsing portal so I could feel the velvet soft tissues inside. "How
about inside of here, Billy? Do you like this at all?"

Unable to answer, the boy bit into the skin above my collarbone and moved
his hips, first backwards to try and capture more of the intruding finger
and then forward to drive his stiff little peg into my belly. Whining and
moaning, the boy sucked and bit at my skin and tried to screw me and
himself at the same time.

"Well? Do you boys want to watch this movie, or would you rather go to the
bedroom and play around a little?

Both boys started bouncing around and insisting on going to the bedroom. I
used the remote control to turn off the TV and VCR and then lifted both of
my boys up to my hips and carried them off down the hallway. Both boys were
being very affectionate, their little pegs sticking into my sides and their
lips and hands continually caressed my body. I was fully erect and dripping
by the time I got them as far as their bedroom. I had intended to take them
to my bed but was to eager to walk the extra distance.

Sitting down on the bed, I moved the boys around so that I had a pair of
skinny legs straddling each of my thighs, an arm around each slender waist.

"Well, here we are. Naked. In my little boys bedroom. What do you boys
think we should do?"

Both boys bashfully dropped their eyes, but not so bashfully that they quit
running their fingers through my long pubic hair, which seemed to fascinate
them.

Rubbing their butts, I asked again, "Davy, you're the oldest. What do you
want to do."

Blushing a little, and twining one of my curls around his finger, he said,
"We can do anything I want to?"

I kissed his forehead and lifted his chin on my finger so that I could see
his bright eyes. I smiled at him and said, "Whatever you want, we can try
to do."

"Cool!" He grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes. Jumping up off my leg,
he scrambled over and started rummaging around in the bottom of his
closet. Billy leaned up against my chest and I snuggled him up close with
my arm and caressed him with my now free hand as we watched Davy drag a box
out of the closet and set in on the end of the bed next to me. I looked
into the box and saw a hodgepodge of old belts and various pieces of
rope. I leaned over the box and flipped quickly through the contents,
noticing some straps that seemed too short to tie anyone with and then saw
an old hairbrush of mine that had turned up missing some time ago.

I looked at Billy. "Is this what you use on Davy?" I asked.

Big eyed, like he wasn't too sure how I might react, Billy just nodded.

"You want to help me tie him up?"

Eyes brightening, Billy eagerly nodded, "Yes!"

I turned to Davy to ask him if he was sure he wanted us to do this and
noticed that a slight flush was spreading all over his face and chest and
that his little penis was totally rigid with a tiny drop of glistening
seepage shining from the tiny opening at it's tip. With a scowl, I pointed,
"get in the corner you little devil."

"Yes, Sir!" he quickly replied before running over an burying his nose in
the corner of the room, his hands straight down to his side and his perfect
little buttcheeks shining in the bright overhead light.

"Come on, Billy," I said, patting the boy on his butt. "Let's do it."

Billy hugged me and jumped up and started pulling stuff out of the box,
arranging it neatly across the bed. I reached over and turned on the
nightlight on the nightstand next to the bed and then got up and turned off
the overhead light. I looked around. Plenty of light to see by, but a much
nicer atmosphere. The heavily shadowed toys and other paraphernalia of
boyhood scattered around the room made it a scene that caused my cock to
throb heavily between my legs. Knowing that I was going to be able to give
my boys what I had always wanted as a boy, but had never been able to ask
my father for made my heart swell with feeling and tears come to my eyes
until it actually hurt.

Shaking my head to clear it, I walked over to Billy and put my hand on his
shoulder as I inspected the ropes and belts he'd laid out for Davy and
me. I smiled down into his upcast eyes and nodded my approval, which
brought a wide smile to the face of the eager boy. "You like taking care of
your brother, don't you Billy?"

"Yes, Sir. Because he takes care of me too."

"That's how brothers should be, Billy. Brothers should always be there for
each other."

"Daddy's too?"

"Yes. Especially daddies. Daddies should always be there for their sons,
and their sons should always be there for their daddy."

Billy looked sad for a second, and then said, "I'm really glad you're my
daddy now." He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my
belly and hung on as though his life depended on it. I just stood there and
rubbed his back until he sighed. Tousling his hair, I said, "Well, do you
think we should take care of Davy now?"

Billy looked up at me, his eyes glinting with unshed tears and a brave
smile across his face. "Yes, Sir. Let's tie Davy up, he's really been
wanting you to do it for him."

I reached into the box and pulled out the hair brush. "Do you know where
this came from Billy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you going to tell me, or do I have to drag it out of you?"

"Davy took it from your room, Daddy."

"He stole it from my room."

Uncomfortable with getting his brother into trouble, Billy hesitated, but
finally said in a quiet little voice, "Yes, Sir."

"Didn't he know I'd be angry if he stole something from me, Billy?"

"Yes, Sir. He said that he hoped you'd spank him with it if you caught
him."

"Hummm..." I voiced thoughtfully. I set the box down on the floor and sat
down in the open space. "Davy. Get over here." He quickly ran over and
stood where I was pointing, hands gripped behind his back and eyes down on
the floor. "Put your hands down to your sides and look at me, Boy!" He
quickly complied and I looked him up and down. His penis was, if at all
possible, even harder than before and the dot of lube had gotten bigger and
had run down his slender shaft, making a little pool where the foreskin was
pulled back from the nose of his organ and had continued a glistening trail
about halfway down the quivering barb.

I held out the hairbrush. "Did you take this from my room, Davy?"

He dropped his head again and mumbled something.

I reached over and whacked the side of his ass with the hairbrush. "Look at
me and answer me clearly when I ask you a question."

He looked up and said, "Yes, Sir."

I whacked his ass again and he jumped. "Yes, Sir, what? And you'd better
stay still if you don't want even more trouble."

"Yes, Sir. I took your hairbrush."

I sharply smacked his ass with the heavy oak hairbrush again. He didn't
really move, but flinched from the now painful red spot on the side of his
buttock and started to reach back to protect it with his hand. I raised my
eyebrow at him in warning and asked, "Without asking me?"

"Yes, Sir."

Whacking the same, now red spot, I said, "So you stole my hairbrush?"

Gulping, Davy bravely answered, "Yes, Sir. I stole your hairbrush. I'm
sorry, Daddy."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be Davy. What do you think I should do
about your stealing from me, Davy"

Looking as though he wished his fantasy wasn't really coming true,
trembleing a little with tears in his eyes, he swallowed, and then quietly
said, "Give me a spanking?"

"That sounds about right to me, Davy. I don't want my boys stealing from
me." I glanced up at Billy and he had a look on his face that made me
pretty sure that he'd NEVER take anything of mine without asking first. I
smiled at him and then looked sternly back at Davy. "I've never given you a
spanking before Davy, but I think you deserve one now. Get across my
knees!"

Moving alongside of me and putting his hands across his butt to protect
them, Davy said, tears streaming down his cheeks, "You're not going to hurt
me, are you, Daddy?"

"Yes, I am, Davy. I'm going to spank you hard enough so that you'll never
steal from me, or your brother, or anyone else, ever again. You know,
you've always known that I'll give you anything you want, if I can. There
is no excuse for stealing, Davy. No excuse at all. Now get across my
knees."

Tears rolling down his face, hands still across his butt, Davy gingerly
laid himself down across my hairy thighs, his smooth, warm weight barely
flattening my muscles.

"Billy, you can leave the room if you want too."

"That's okay, Daddy. I want to be with Davy."

"Okay, Son. That's very brave of you."

"Now put your hands down on the floor, Davy." Slowly, afraid of leaving his
butt exposed, the boy complied. "None of the spanks you get will count if
you lift either of your hands from the floor, Davy. So you'd better keep
them down there.

Crying in earnest now, he pleaded, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm really sorry,
Daddy, I'll never steal anything again, I promise. Please don't spank me,
Daddy."

"I know you won't son, and I trust you, but I have to make sure that you
never forget." And, with that, the first blow fell. I started out slowly,
almost softly, letting the boys butt accustom itself to the spanking before
picking up the pace until the boys bottom was bright red all over. When I
was done spanking the crying child, I let him lay there across my lap and
rubbed his back until his crying quieted down. I saw Billy staring at the
inflamed posterior and asked him, "Do you want to feel Davy's bottom,
Billy?"

He nodded, "Yes," so I asked Davy, "Is it okay if your brother feels your
bottom, Son?"

He nodded his head and said, "Yes, Sir. It's okay."

Billy reached over and very tentatively touched his brothers bottom,
quickly pulling his hand back when he felt how hot the flesh was. I put my
hand across the other buttock and Davy flinched, but didn't say
anything. "That feels really hot, doesn't it, Billy?"

"Yes, Sir. It really does," the amazed boy said, putting his palm and
fingers across his brothers butt. "That's awesome!" he said, kneading the
flesh in amazement.

I tapped Davy's buttock, "You can get up now, Davy." The boy struggled to
his feet, his brother helping him, and managing to keep his groping hand on
the hot butt. Davy started to reach back and then quickly stopped when he
realized what he was doing. "That's okay, Davy. Go ahead."

Davy began to rub his butt and Billy removed his hand, but Davy quickly
reached back and pulled both of Billy's hands back to his burning behind. I
watched the boys investigate the flaming flesh with intense interest and
noted that both of them had major erections, obviously aroused by the
tender, heated flesh.

"Davy, do you need Billy to help you before we finish your punishment?" I
asked, pointing at the ropes.

Davy looked at Billy, and then back to me. "Yes, Sir. If it's okay with
you."

I got up from the bed and said, "Okay, go ahead."

Four hands still on his butt, Davy moved over and bent across the end of
the bed, spreading his legs and putting his hands up by his head as soon as
he was belly down. Billy knelt behind him and spread the rosy cheeks,
quickly inserting his tongue into the exposed rosebud. No sooner was the
hole slippery wet than the boy had his stiff prong stuck in his brothers
tender bottom.

"That's awesome, Davy," the excited boy cried out. "It's so hot. It feels
great, Davy. Awesome!"

"Yeah. Fuck me, Billy. Fuck me hard. It makes my butt burn all over, Billy!
Fuck me! Fuck me!!"

I watched the boys enthusiasm and realized that I was going to have to keep
an eye on them so that Billy didn't overdo warming up his big brothers
behind too often. All too quickly, Billy was squealing and rigid with his
orgasm. He finished quivering and then got off his brothers back and
slapped his butt. "That was the greatest fuck ever, Davy!"

Davy grabbed his butt with one hand and turned to face Billy. "OUCH!, that
hurt, fucker!"

"That's right! And I fucked you. Now get up so Dad can tie you up." Said
Billy, all too gleefully.

Davy got up and turned to face me just as Billy handed me a length of
thick, soft braided nylon rope. Davy looked at the rope and then held his
arms out to me, wrists together. Carefully, I looped the rope loosely
around and around my boys wrists and lower arms until there was about four
inches of side-by-side loops. Then I looped the long end of the rope around
the middle of the loops until they snugly held the boys arms together and
then tied the ends of the rope together securely. I led Davy by the rope
over to the wall where I'd mounted two long boards to the wall will many
coat hooks so that he wouldn't throw his clothes on the floor, but have a
place to easily hang them up.  I looped the long end of the rope over the
deep hook of one of the upper coat hook. Pulling on the rope, I extended
Davy's arms over his head until he was extended to his full height without
having to stand on his toes.

I looked my boy over and was amazed at how turned on I was by his innocent
vulnerability. The gleam in his eyes and the stiffness of his drooling dick
told me that he was even more turned on than me. I slid my hands down his
slick torso and tickled his dangling balls. The excited boy bounced around
on the end of his rope proving to me that he was, in fact, extended to his
full height. I played with his dick until it seemed like he was about to
cum and then reached behind me. Billy was ready and handed me another piece
of rope.

I began at Davy's ankles and worked upwards. Binding him securely, but
being very careful to not restrict the blood flow in any way. I bound his
knees heavily and then laced a long piece of rope around and through his
thighs in a continuous figure-8. When his legs were completely bound I
reached up and pinched his thin ball sack to see how much he could
move. Davy was able to flop around, but couldn't really escape from me. I
continued to pinch his balls and when he flopped his butt towards me, I
pinched his still bright red buttcheeks. He was soon howling and thrashing
around as he tried to avoid my pinching fingers. I wasn't really trying to
hurt him, but pinched him hard enough to keep him in constant motion,
struggling against his bonds. Billy and I laughed at his futile attempts to
avoid me, and then I stood up and, hand to chin, inspected the boy.

"We're going to have to do something about all this noise," I finally said.

Looking around the room I spotted a paddle ball in an open toy box. I
pulled the red rubber ball off the elastic cord and looked around until I
spotted a pair of chopsticks on top of the boy's dresser. I punched a hole
through the rubber ball and then used the stick to push a piece of
clothesline through the hole. With a big grin on my face, I walked over to
the tied up boy and stuck the ball into his mouth and tied the clothesline
behind his head, quite effectively gagging him. I grinned at Billy and
said, "Let's see how that works." Billy joined me and we started pinching
his butt. No matter how he twisted and turned, one of us could always get
to his sensitive bottom and give it a good pinch. Billy and I were soon
laughing at his futile attempts to escape and I was quite pleased not only
with the muffled sounds, but with the way my carefully placed bonds
restrained the boy.

I finally told Billy that was enough and put my hand out for another piece
of rope. Billy quickly got me a length of worn manila and I used it to
finish binding Davy's arms, much like I'd done his legs. I stepped back and
was very pleased at Davy's appearance. Different types of rope completely
constrained both his arms and legs and the hook kept him extended and
completely exposed to view. I ran my hand up and down his torso and
realized that his bondage was not complete yet. I asked Billy for a long
piece of rope and he gave me a good length of the soft braided nylon.

I started with loops over the bound boys shoulders and laced a harness
around the boys chest and down around his belly and waist, fastening it in
place with a couple of loops down between his legs and up the crack of his
butt. I looked at the results and snapped my fingers. "I know just the
thing to keep your mind occupied."

I left the boy's room and went to mine. I got a medium-sized buttplug out
of my drawer and lubed it up with KY jelly. I went back to the boy's room
and told Billy to lift his brothers legs up. Billy grabbed a loose end of
rope at Davy's ankles and lifted up until his brother was hanging from the
hook with his legs folded up in the air. I pulled the ropes in Davy's crack
aside and pushed the buttplug firmly up into his ass. Davy moaned, but
quickly opened his hole up so that the plug slid completely inside of him
except for the T-bar at the end that kept it from getting lost. I put the
ropes over the end of the buttplug to make sure it didn't come back out and
then told Billy to put his brothers legs back down.

Billy and I watched Davy struggle to get his feet back under him and take
the pressure off his arms. Billy suddenly got a big grin on his face and
rushed over to the box and rummaged around in it before emerging
triumphantly with a length of that prickly binder twine used to tie up
boxes. Billy and I worked together to wrap the thorny cord loosely around
Davy's waist, between his legs, encircling his balls and dick and finally
back and forth across his tender ass. Billy and I stepped back to observe
our handiwork and it was apparent that not only was Davy securely and
safely bound, but extremely uncomfortable as well, and entirely in our
control. His dick was dark purple and looked like it might explode from his
excitement.

I looked at Billy and said, "Thank you for your help Billy. I think we've
given Davy exactly what he wanted." I glanced over at Davy and he had a
smile surrounding the ball in his mouth. He looked directly at me and
nodded his head, "Yes." His dick throbbed and pumped out another gout of
his clear lube. I turned back to Billy and kissed his pretty little cupid's
lips. "Now. What are we going to do for you, Son?"


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Life's tough......it's even tougher if you're stupid.

     ---John Wayne