Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2003 09:09:50 -0600
From: J Wray <jwray000@ameritech.net>
Subject: Freeing David - 11

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real places or
real circumstances is purely coincidental.

The story contains both male/male sex and power and surrender (S/M)
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Freeing David 11

We eventually moved back to the cabin. Paul headed to his pile of clothes,
but Russ spoke up. "I think we should all stay naked until we have to leave
tomorrow. It's warm, there aren't many insects out, and we'll feel more
open with each other."  David, DJ and I agreed. Paul hesitated.

"I'm not used to being naked. It just doesn't feel . ummmm . safe, I
guess."

"If you're going to be part of this family, you need to get used to it."
David advised him. Reluctantly Paul agreed and Russ and David took all the
clothes into the cabin so we wouldn't find animal nests in them in the
morning.

David and Russ wanted the bed, and I suspected sleeping was not the first
thing on their minds. There were enough blankets and sleeping pads in the
pickup for the rest of us. The two dads went inside and Paul and DJ and I
used flashlights to find thick patches of grass and claimed our spaces. DJ
put two pads together and laid out blankets for himself and me, pretty much
ignoring Paul. When all was arranged we slid under the top blanket and
cuddled.

"That was really hot. I loved getting fucked and watching my dads jack off
at the same time."

"You smell like cum, Boy. I hope a curious skunk doesn't come by."

He giggled and pressed his butt more firmly against my crotch. "I like the
smell."

"Do you feel like part of their family now?"

"Definitely. But even before we did the ritual they seemed like my real
family. It's almost like I knew all along that I had another family out
there and I should have been with them instead of where I was."  Paul was
getting an earful if he could hear this.  We were silent for a while, and I
expected DJ to start drifting toward sleep, but he didn't. He was quiet but
still wide awake. I could feel anger pulsing through him.

Finally, a whisper, "Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we take our blankets and go back to the tree?"

"Sure." We got up quietly, bunched the blankets, found a flashlight and
headed back into the woods. When we got to the clearing DJ, dropped his
blanket, turned and hugged me tightly. "What's going on, DJ?"

"I don't want him horning in on my family. I know Dad is glad to see him,
but he didn't like me when I was a kid. He'd hardly look at me. He wouldn't
touch me except when he spanked me. I thought something was wrong with me
for a long time. Now he wants to be around all the time. He even wanted to
be 'welcomed' to my family when I was. Why is he so interested all at
once?" DJ clung to me still more tightly. "What if he gets mad and wants to
send Dad away again? I know that sounds silly, but . I just don't get it. I
finally got what I wanted, now he wants some of it, too."

I hugged DJ tightly. I could feel waves of anger going through him. I could
sympathize with him about not wanting to share David's time with Paul, and
Paul's apology and pledge to do better hadn't convinced DJ of any
fundamental change.  Paul's time with Rafe had changed him a lot, but I
wasn't sure it would stick either. DJ had wanted to change things even
before I met him. The situation wasn't that clear with Paul.

"Maybe you should tell him what you just told me."

DJ was aghast. "I couldn't do that. What if Dad got mad at me? What .." He
took a deep breath and calmed down a little. "I don't want to keep Dad away
from his brother. He was glad to see him, too. I saw their hug this
morning. It made me jealous. Paul never hugged me that way, ever."

"DJ, ninety percent of the world's problems would be resolved if people
were honest and discussed things calmly." I thought that if DJ told Paul
what he'd told me, Paul would be willing to open up more to DJ, too.

"But what if Dad got mad at me? I don't think I could stand that at this
point."

"Your dad is a psychologist by training, DJ. He'll understand what you're
saying and try to help you through it."

"Maybe." He wasn't sure.

"May I go get Paul and talk you guys through some discussion of these
things? Paul has some stuff he needs to tell you, too."

"Like what? He though I was a cute kid but he didn't want to give me a big
head?" I could feel DJ's tears on my chest.

"He never showed you what he was feeling, DJ.  He never talked about it to
anyone until he told me today. He's not as bad as you think. Confused and
misled, but not bad."

DJ leaned back a little and I could feel him looking up at my face. He blew
out a breath. "OK. Bring him out here if he even wants to talk to me. I'll
try to calm down enough to .." He let that ride. "I'm going to sit by the
tree for a while. I'll come join you when . when it feels right, I guess."

"Ask the tree what you need." I suggested.  We hugged again and headed our
separate directions. DJ gave me the flashlight, saying he could find the
tree in the dark. Moonlight would have been useful.

When I got back to Paul he was sitting on his pad with the blanket around
his shoulders. "I wondered where you guys went. Should I just go home?"

"No, I want you to come talk to DJ. You two need to know more about each
other before he's going to understand you at all." I didn't mention how
angry DJ was.

"I already told him I was sorry for the way we treated him."

"I'm not talking about apologizing. You need to go deeper. He doesn't think
you like him. He needs to know there were other things going on with you,
and he needs to get some of what he's feeling off his chest. This will be
difficult for both of you, but unless you guys do this you'll never
understand each other, let alone like each other. Do this for David's sake
if nothing else."

"DJ probably wants me to just disappear from his life, doesn't he?"

"Do you blame him?"

"No. We were awful."

"But he doesn't know why, Paul. He needs to understand some of that,
too. He needs to see a human side to you."

"You'll be there?"

"Yes."

"OK, let's go." He got up and put on shoes and grabbed his flashlight and
blanket. I went by my car and got my toy bag so we would at least have
candles and matches.

...

When we got to the clearing I found the blankets DJ and I had brought and
spread one of them on the ground then set up and lit a candle. "DJ will
join us in a while. He's over by the tree at the moment."

"He has always liked that tree. I don't know why."

There was still some wood left from the collection they had made earlier,
so I decided to light a small fire.

"Let's just sit quietly and listen to everything we can hear for a while,
OK?"

He looked at me, perplexed. "OK." We sat in silence listening to the night
sounds - crickets, tree frogs, small animals in the brush, birds making an
occasional chirp in their sleep, owls in the distance, breezes in the
trees.

Eventually DJ joined us, sitting on a corner of the blanket as far from
Paul as he could get. "Hello, Paul."

"Hello, David."

DJ frowned and looked at him. "Why did you call me 'David'? You never would
before."

"I want to do what you want for a change instead of what Mildred wants." DJ
just stared. There was silence for a minute or more. "I should have done
that a long time ago." It was barely more than a whisper.

DJ stood up and walked to the center of the blanket. "Come here." The tone
of command was there again. Paul got to his feet and slowly approached
him. When he was within an arm's length he stopped. They stared at each
other for a minute, then DJ stepped forward and rather roughly groped
Paul's balls. To my surprise, Paul didn't flinch, didn't back up, and
didn't try to protect himself. "You seem to have good sized balls under all
that hair." He grabbed and pulled down firmly enough to make Paul
grunt. "They don't seem to come unplugged. Why didn't you have the balls to
stand up to her before now?"

Paul wasn't quite the wimp we'd thought. He grabbed DJ's balls and pulled
down. DJ gasped. "You have a set of your own, kid, why did you agree to
come home and help with the motel this summer?"

They stood, looking into each other's eyes, each holding the other's balls
for many seconds. Then DJ let out a soft snort; the corners of Paul's mouth
turned up slightly. DJ laughed and soon they were both chuckling. "She is
persuasive, isn't she?" DJ said.

"Since this morning, I'm thinking 'manipulative bitch' would be more
accurate." Paul growled. They both laughed again.

"You know, I think she believed all that crap." DJ said, shaking his head.

"Oh, probably. But she twisted it to get what she wanted."

"You know, this is the first time you've touched me in years. I think the
last spanking was at least ten years ago." DJ observed. They were still
holding each other's balls, gently rolling them around.  I was amazed by
the transformation in both of them.

"I . I . I was afraid to touch you, David."

DJ looked puzzled. "Afraid?"

Paul told DJ what he'd told me that afternoon. DJ got tears in his eyes
when Paul described how lovingly his dad took care of him as a baby. Then
when Paul described getting an erection when he did the same thing, DJ
looked perplexed.  "I was . I was . I was always afraid I'd hurt you, that
I would do something awful to you. I would rather have died than hurt
you. You were David's son, I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you that
way."

"Did you want to have sex with me?"

"No, but.." he couldn't finish.

DJ took Paul's cock in his free hand and massaged it a little. "You were
afraid of where this guy might lead you?"

"Yeah. You know homosexuals are all supposed to be child molesters. I
didn't know what to make of it. Anyway, Mildred thought your dad was real
strange. She didn't think men should take care of babies; she didn't quite
trust any man. That sort of let me off the hook, and after a while it was
just the way we did things - I didn't think about it any more."

"But what about the spankings? You'd touch me then."

"No more than I had to. That was one time I did stand up to her. You
probably don't even remember it, you were so young when it happened. You
had done something she was really angry about and she started to spank
you. I thought it was far harder than you deserved and for once I spoke up
and stood my ground. I told her that spanking was a man's job, and if you
were to be spanked I was going to be the one to do it."

"I don't remember that." DJ thought for a minute. "I didn't think I
deserved most of the spankings I got."

"You didn't. There were two I thought you deserved. Once you nearly set
your bed on fire playing with matches. The other time was when you ran
away. It was really dangerous for fourteen year-olds to be out on their
own, even then. I'm sorry we didn't make things better for you after the
sheriff brought you back, though."

"You both always ignored what I wanted. It was like my ideas didn't count,
even when I got older. I should have known I wasn't your son." His
bitterness came through loud and clear.

Paul used his free hand to cup DJ's fingers more tightly around his
balls. "I didn't use these nearly as much as I should have."

"She trained me from the time I was a baby. What's your excuse?" The
corners of DJ's mouth twitched, but the question was serious, too.

"If I made her mad she wouldn't have sex until we made up, and sometimes
that went on for days. And .." Paul closed his eyes and stopped. He looked
like he wanted to say more but couldn't quite do it. Finally, in a whisper,
"and I thought if I had sex with her enough maybe I'd stop . looking at
men."

DJ stared at him in amazement. "You are attracted to men? This thing with
Rafe wasn't just because you and Mildred .." DJ didn't finish.

Paul looked at the ground. "I have always wanted men. It really scared
me. I hoped if I got married that would take care of it. Then when our
parents disowned David after they met his new roommate and figured out they
were . 'Sodomites' was the way they put it, I was even more determined to
change. They would never talk about him after that, and

tehey were adamantly against us calling you 'David.'" He shivered. "What
I've done today scares the shit out of me, but it's what I've always
wanted."

"Paul, look at me." Paul looked up into DJ's eyes again. "There's
absolutely nothing wrong with being gay, Paul. It's just the way some of us
are made. We can love just as much and just as strongly as straight
people."

"I guess." It was a whisper. He took a deep breath. "I feel awful about the
way we treated you, David." There was silence. "I know the past is past and
we can't change it, and I've apologized and I still feel awful about it,
especially after this morning. I want you to do something, David."

DJ looked suspicious. "What?"

"I want you to return all those spanks we know you didn't deserve."

"What?"

"How many times do you think I spanked you? Ten?  Fifteen?"

"Maybe twelve or so."

"And I always gave you ten swats."

"Yeah, you always told me what you were going to do. When I ran away it was
fifteen."

"Let's assume it was twelve times and I claim you deserved two of those. So
that's ten you didn't, and I gave you ten swats each time, so bend me over
you knee and give me a hundred firm swats on my bare butt. Would you do
that for me, David?"

"I . I . I don't know." DJ glanced at me, looking for moral support. I
nodded slightly.

"David, I know it doesn't fix anything, not really, but I would feel like
. like I'd made a small atonement, I guess."

"So, how do we do this? There aren't any chairs out here." He looked at me
again like he assumed I had done something like this before. I had, of
course.

I took over for a few moments. "Paul, get down on your hands and knees." He
did. "DJ, if you're going to use your right hand, come kneel by his left
side." I pointed at the place I had in mind, and DJ got in
position. "Remember the spanking I gave you the other night?"

"Down at the river? Sure!" He smiled.

"Just do what I did. I think Paul wants this to really hurt, though, so put
more muscle in it."

Paul nodded. "Yes, I want to remember this tomorrow and maybe the next
day."

I stood where DJ could see me and we looked into each other's eyes. He had
one hand on Paul's back, the other on his butt. As DJ and I held our
connection I could see little changes in DJ's posture and expression. His
sense of being in charge was growing. Finally he looked down at Paul's ass
and started rubbing his hand around on it. Suddenly he was ready and
swatted firmly; Paul stiffened and then relaxed a little. DJ alternated
sides and ended when the count was ten. I could tell from his expression
that he was surprised at how much it stung his hand.  That would keep him
from getting carried away by his anger.

He alternated rubbing and spanking and when the count got to fifty, he
asked, "You doing OK?"

"Yes. It stings, but I think I could take them harder."  I mimed to DJ
raking his fingernails over the red skin. He grinned and did it. Paul
lurched forward.

"Hmmm. Looks like your butt is a little sensitive, Paul, and we're only
half way. I think I like this."  He added another ten, using a little more
force now. Paul was flinching once in a while. After another ten, Paul was
hurting.

"Could you give me something to hang onto, Michael?" I went and sat in
front of him and put my hands on his shoulders.

"Look at me, Paul." He craned his head back to look into my eyes. "These
next thirty are going to hurt more and more. That's what you wanted,
right?" He nodded. I scooted forward so he could rest his head on my
crossed legs and wrap his arms around my knees. On his own he took my cock
in his mouth.  I looked at DJ. "Harder." I mouthed. His eyebrows lifted
slightly, but he increased the intensity. I could tell it was getting to
Paul. During the next break DJ pulled Paul's ass cheeks apart and blew down
his crack.

"Did your asshole get used this morning, Paul?" Paul just buried his head a
little deeper in my lap and squeezed my knees.  DJ swatted his butt hard
enough to make him jump. "Answer me, Boy. Did your asshole get used this
morning?"

"Yes." Paul whispered after he let my cock out of his mouth.

"Did you like it?  Did you like taking it up the ass?" Again Paul wanted to
hide. Again he got a hard swat. "Answer me, Boy. Did you like taking it up
the ass?"

"Yes."  I could feel Paul's tears dropping on my ankles.

"Was your ass a virgin, Paul? Did Rafe take your cherry this morning?"  DJ
wetted a finger and rubbed in Paul's crack. He just groaned. That got him
another hard swat; he hadn't learned he had to answer the questions
yet. "Answer me, Boy. Did you give Rafe your cherry this morning?"

"Yes." The tears were falling faster.

"Did you like that, Boy? Did you like having a hard mancock up your
asshole?" He swatted him again just to remind him to talk.

"It hurt at first, but I wanted it. I wanted it!" He was getting louder the
more he talked.

"You begged for it, right? You wanted more, right?" Another swat.

"Yes! I begged for it! I wanted more! I wanted it harder!" He was getting
louder. DJ wetted his finger again, pulled a cheek to one side and thrust
the finger in as far as he could reach.  Paul yelled in surprise.

"Did you shoot your load, Paul? Did you shoot your load while your manpussy
was getting reamed?" DJ was really laying it on. I didn't know he knew all
these words.

"Yes!" Paul yelled.

DJ reached under Paul's stomach and stroked a little bit. "Even remembering
it has you hard, Boy. You really liked having a hard dick buried in your
asshole, didn't you?"

"Yes!"

"I'm going to finish your spanking now, Boy. It's going to be hard and fast
and hot, just the way Rafe fucked your manpussy. It's going to hurt like
hell, Boy, and you're going to find it really, really hot. I want you to
cum when I reach one hundred, Boy. Not before, not after! Got that, Boy?
We've got twenty to go. Cum on twenty!"

"Yes, Sir! Make it hurt! Burn my ass, Sir! Make me cum!" Paul was yelling.

DJ started spanking really hard and stroking and counting at the same
time. Paul gripped my knees hard, sobbing and crying and moaning. At ten
Paul started moaning louder. "Oh. God. Oh. God! Ohh!" At twelve DJ started
calling the beat.

"DON'T . CUM . DON'T . CUM . DON'T . CUM ."

"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhh! Nooo!"

Hard swat! "CUM!"

"OOOOHHHHH!!"

Hard swat! "NOW!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"  Paul screamed and started bucking against me,
sobbing, mumbling stuff I couldn't understand, squeezing my knees so hard
it hurt. DJ kept stroking slowly, eliciting occasional louder
moans. Finally Paul was quiet.

My cock was rigid. "Are you hard, DJ?"

"So hard it hurts!"

"I think you should cum on Paul's butt. Claim him in your family like your
dads did you."

"Yeah!" DJ jumped to his feet and positioned himself behind Paul and
started stroking. "I'm going to shoot my hot cum on your sorry ass and then
smear it all around, Boy. I'm going to smear it in your crack. I'm going to
smear it on your manpussy. I'm going to stick my finger up your asshole and
smear it around. Anybody sniffin' your ass is going to know who marked
you!" Paul groaned and took my cock in his mouth and frantically started
bobbing up and down on it. He was getting turned on again.

I looked up and DJ was looking at me. Lust was glowing on his face. "Cum
with me, Michael! Shoot your load down his throat when I splatter his ass."
I grinned and nodded. Despite his inexperience, Paul was getting me closer
and closer.  DJ started a chant. "Cum with me. Cum with me. Cum with me."
he was breathing harder. "Cum with me! Cum with me! Cum with me!" His hand
was moving faster. Paul had picked up on his excitement and was moving
faster on me. "CUM WITH ME. CUM WITH ME." We were almost there. "CUM!
. WITH! . Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" DJ was over the edge, and seeing his first
shot hit Paul in the back of the head sent me over, too.

My first shot went deep in Paul's throat. The next few coated his
tongue. When he caught his breath, DJ dropped to his knees and started
rubbing his cum all around Paul's back, over his butt and down his
crack. Paul was quiet, nursing my cock gently. DJ made sure he had a finger
covered, then he pulled a cheek to the side and thrust it into Paul's
asshole.  Paul lurched and grunted, and let my cock out of his mouth.

DJ moved his finger around a little then pulled it out. "You're a marked
man, Paul. You'll never be the same." He stretched out on the blanket
beside Paul. "Come lay on top of me, Boy, let me hold you." Paul looked
confused first, then amazed. He gingerly stretched out on DJ and laid his
head on his shoulder. DJ put his arms around him and held him.  I could see
tears running down Paul's cheek and wondered what expanse of emotions were
behind them. Or maybe it was just pure joy at finally doing something he
wanted to do.

I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over to the
path. David and Russ were standing there, grinning. I wondered how long
they'd been there. I tilted my head, inviting them over. They approached
quietly and just sat on the blanket and watched Paul and DJ. Paul didn't
move, but he finally moaned and whispered, "Wow! I didn't know.."

"Want me to go get the pads and bring them back here?" I whispered to DJ.
He smiled and nodded slightly, being careful not to disturb Paul.

When I got to the cabin Rafe was leaning on one of the cars, naked. "Hi,
guy!" I loved all the guys I worked with, but Rafe and I went way, way
back. We exchanged a big hug.

"Is it a private party, or can I come join you?"

"Join us, by all means. Here, carry these." I handed him three sleeping
pads and I grabbed the other blanket and another pad from the truck. This
was going to solve who was going to cuddle with whom in a few minutes. I
quickly filled Rafe in on what had happened since he'd seen Paul earlier in
the day.

"Quite a day.  It doesn't sound like the Paul I met a week ago."

"His head must be spinning. I think he's going to want someone to sleep
with, and I have a feeling DJ will want to come back to my blanket as soon
as I get it spread out."

"I'd be glad to take care of Paul. I haven't slept with him yet." We walked
into the clearing and all four guys were sitting up on the blanket. I
introduced Rafe to the ones he didn't know. Paul looked surprised and
pleased.

I arranged a couple of pads and a blanket nearby and before I even headed
over to join the group DJ was beside me. "Is this ours?"

"It can be. Ready to lie down?"

"I may be asleep before I get that far." We assumed our usual sleeping
position, him spooned in front of me. True to his word, I think he was
asleep before we were completely arranged.

David and Russ had watched us with amusement. "Tired puppy, I think, dad."
Russ said to David.

"Yeah, we didn't get much sleep last night. This old dog is a little weary,
too. Is it still OK if we use the cabin, Paul?"

Paul was so engrossed in spooning with Rafe that he didn't realize he'd
been asked a question.  Rafe looked over Paul's head and mouthed, "Go" They
disappeared down the path. In what little light was left from the dying
embers Rafe and I looked at each other over our respective men. He
pointedly looked at the gold chain DJ was wearing, looked back to my eyes,
winked and smiled.  Knowing Rafe, I thought it was very likely that Paul
would have a hard cock up his ass for most of the night. Rafe and I settled
in for some meditation time.

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