Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2007 21:23:53 +0000
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Mick & Friends - 21

Hi there. In case you had not guessed it by now this is an erotic story
involving sexual acts of a gay nature between teen boys. If this is not
your scene or if it is illegal for you to access this material, look away
now.

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about it and the story in general.  Write to me at: succum241@lycos.co.uk

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Rick

Chapter 20 ended

"Thank you. I want you to know that if you and Dave find that you do like
each other, then there might be some occasions when Dave spends the night
with us as John has to go away on business occasionally and sometimes it
would be easier if he could stay away over night. But Mick I want you to
promise me that if that is going to be a problem with you, you are to tell
me. I will not be hurt or upset. John is going to give Dave the same option
of refusal as well with no pressure. Also we don't expect either of you to
make your minds up after Friday. If the two of you are just like absolutely
anti each other then we will try not to have too many times when you meet
up. But his staying over will only happen if you both agree you could
handle it. OK?"

"Ok mom, but if you think we will like each other, then I'm sure we
will. Even if he is not gay."

Chapter 21

I went to bed that evening a contented guy. I had friends who liked what I
liked. I had pictures in my head of things which excited me in different
ways. Like the boys learning gymnastics. As my thoughts went round the
scenes I had watched earlier and I remembered the Adonis who had so
thrilled me, I got hard yet again that day and couldn't help but play with
my cock some more. I wondered how much a guy could be erect for during a
day without cumming and then how many times a guy could actually come in
any given 24 hour period. I decided that I would have to experiment a bit
on this and didn't realise just how much premonition there would be in that
thought. (But that will come up in further chapters.) Funnily enough I did
not have an orgasm again but just dropped off to sleep with my hand still
wrapped around my hard cock. There is always a first time for everything
they tell me. In the past, I would have had to wank to orgasm before I
could fall asleep.

I woke in morning with my cock, seemingly, still hard even though my hand
was not still wrapped around it. Of course I know that it must have got
soft while I slept, but I liked the thought of keeping an erection for the
whole night and so let this bit of impossibility float around in my
consciousness for a while. I decided that I really liked Bob and that I
also enjoyed being with him and Mark and Michael. Though it was not the
same as it was with Brandon and Kevin, I was confident in myself that I
could be happy in Witham. I was to come to realisation as life continued,
that no two relationships are ever the same and that I would never
replicate what Brandon and I had as first lovers; but I would also learn in
time that though my love for Brandon would never die, I could also come to
love others and not feel guilty or that I was betraying Brandon or being
unfaithful. But at this time in my life when being parted from Brandon was
still so sharp in my heart and mind, I was not able to see so clearly and
so found this hampering my relationship with others. However, bodily needs
must and I found I could overcome the guilt enough to let others help fill
my sexual needs at the time. How fickle we humans are? On the one hand we
feel we have to be true and that our responsibilities and loyalties must be
upheld, but when the opportunity to meet our personal greed or desires
knocks, that guilt and those loyalties can so easily be placed on the back
burner. Sure they will rise again after the need has been met, but in time
they either consume us or fade into the distant memory. Right now I was
being consumed by a fading memory, even though I was not really aware of
it. I did however feel that I owed it to Bob to be honest and truthful
about how I was feeling and so resolved to tell him when I saw him later on
in the morning.

Later on in the morning came and found me lying spread-eagled, naked, on
Bob's bed while he examined me with the ever ready tweezers in his right
hand. I must admit I was in a pretty vulnerable position when I raised the
subject of my confused feelings. Bob let me just spill it all out without
interruption and when I finally ran out of words, he let go of my cock and
moved up and leaning over me kissed me on the mouth, "Mick, are you ever
going to listen to what I say?" he asked when he had finished kissing me. I
looked at him rather perplexed because I was not sure of what he referring
to. "I seem to recall telling you before that I understand your feelings
for Brandon and even Kevin also, and that all I am asking of you is to be
your friend and to be allowed to gratify your sexual desires sometimes and
I will be grateful for the times you can pleasure me. Someday, I hope it
can grow into true love, but I know that with the age difference and what
you have just been talking about that will take some time if it ever
happens at all. You have nothing to feel guilty about as far as how you
treat me. At least not so far anyways. How you feel about Brandon and Kevin
you have to sort out with them. But just remember this, you organised for
Brandon and Kevin to meet so that they could be company for each other
after you moved out. Did you intend for that companionship to be celibate?
Do you think they expect you to stay celibate until you see them again? I
think you know the answer to those questions, but are not willing yet to
let the answer enter into your logic and emotions."

Bob had me with that. There was no counter argument to what he had said and
so I just hugged him. Bob told me that he had finished inflicting pain on
me and that it was now my turn to do some plucking on him and that he
wanted me to shave what I was not able to pluck in half an hour as we had
things to do today and I had to give him a milkshake before we went out to
do them.

"What things?"

"Well I have some other people I want to introduce you to in the hopes that
you will agree to be my ward and come on an initiation trip at the end of
the holidays."

We chatted some more while I plucked at his balls and the path between his
ball and bum and then he announced the half hour was up and it was time to
get in some sucking. We 69-ed and blew each other off and then went through
to the bathroom so that I could shave a bit more of Bob's unwanted hair
off; mainly from his bum and lower back. We washed each other off, got
dressed and set off.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"First we going to meet up with Michael and Mark and then we are going to
see some of the other guys who are the leaders or what we call the inner
circle of the club."

"But what if I decide that I don't want to be your ward? Won't you be
breaking some code of secrecy by letting me know who is in the club?"

"In other circumstances it would be, but I have discussed the matter with
them and in view of the shortness of time we have and on mine and Michael's
recommendation they have agreed to meet with you anyway. You see Michael
and I have basically given a guarantee that you will not speak out of turn
about us. We trust you."

"Gee, thanks." I think I was blushing scarlet at that praise. I hadn't yet
admitted it to myself, but I had already decided that I would become Bob's
ward.

We rounded a corner and there Michael and Mark were waiting for us and we
greeted each other with the usual smiles and "hi's".

We all set off walking together and of course I got asked again about my
weekend overnighter with Brandon and Kevin and they made appropriate noises
of approval or whatever else was applicable to the comments and details I
passed on. Mark grabbed my arse and asked if it was still sore. To which I
replied that it was not and so he said it was time to stretch it again
then.

"Not yet," Bob chipped in, "That was something special Mick had with
Brandon and Kevin and he is not yet ready to share that with any of us and
besides which, I lay first claim to him."

"Not fair, we knew him first." Mark said

"Yeah, but Bob has made him more of a friend than we have at this stage,"
Michael argued.

"Hey, I'm here, you know. You guys are discussing me as if I am an object
to be shared around to the highest bidder at the time." I interrupted.

"Oh shit, Sorry Mick. Didn't mean it to sound that way. It's just we all
like you so much we want as much of you as we can get. I know that sounds
pretty mercenary but it's our hormones talking and they don't always choose
the most tactful approach." Michael apologised.

By this time our walking had brought us to the duck pond behind the church
on the river walk. We went round the pond and cut off into some of the
denser foliage following a path that obviously was not used very
regularly. Suddenly we turned off that path and literally fought our way
through the bracken or what ever they called that horrible stuff and found
ourselves in a clearing which was shaded by one of the bigger trees in the
river plain.

"The others will be here soon." Bob explained and we sat down on some old
logs to wait.

"So how awesome did it feel when you took your first cherry?" Mark asked.

"Shit, it was something else. I can't really describe how I or it felt. I
think you have to experience it to really understand it." I replied. Mark
placed his hand on my cock and asked if thinking about it got me hard. The
answer was in his hand, but for the benefit of the other two, I answered in
the affirmative.

"And what about when your cherry got popped?" Mark was full of questions.

"Same thing, you gotta do it to know it. What about you, you been popped
yet as you put it?" I decided to turn the tables a bit.

"Yeah, but it was by my brother, not my lover. I was wondering if the
feelings would be different." Mark added, confirming that he and Michael
had a bit of an incestuous relationship. Michael had turned bright pink at
this revelation and I think he was a bit embarrassed that the information
had got out. He needn't have worried. Both Bob and I had suspected as much
and would not reveal any of it to anyone else.

"Mark, we haven't done anything with each other for a long while now, do
you have to be so free with the information?" Michael asked.

"Hey, it's cool, Michael, both Mick and I have known for some time that you
and Mark have a bit on the quiet and it's ok. Also we are not going to tell
anyone; it's up to you two who you give that sort of information to, not
us." Bob said.

"Sometimes I wish I had a brother to help me out occasionally. I mean when
I have to spend a day with mom, or am just not in the mood to go out, or if
I do go out and the opportunity doesn't come to do anything, then you left
with your own hand and some mental pictures – a brother to take their place
would good." I put in.

The sound of movement in the bushes approaching our spot put an end to the
discussion at that stage.

The rustling got nearer and soon enough a face appeared closely followed by
a body and then another two. The one in front was later introduced as Jim
Goldsmith. Jim was clearly of similar age to Bob and Michael. He was in a
minority of one as he was Jewish and therefore I would see later was
circumcised. I would also drool over the size of his package, for he had
been blessed, but that too would be later. Jim was followed by Burt, or
more correctly Albert Dorshet. He was obviously about the same age as me
and as I found out later, he was indeed only 6 months younger than me. I
would discover that he like Mark was also in my year at school. The third
member of the group was the produce of an immigrant family who had been in
the UK for a generation or more. His name was Ron Gustav, but he sounded
more English than most of the Essex people I had met. Ron was a year
younger than Bob and Michael and so was only three years older than me,
making him 15 at this time, but he was already a member of the inner
circle.  After the introductions had been made, Jim took over and was the
obvious leader of the group.

"Ok Mick, you're the man on the spot at the moment. I presume you have been
told a bit of what this is all about?" Jim said.

"Yes, I know it's to do with the club and being a ward of Bob's." I
answered.

"Ah, has the situation changed a bit then since we last spoke Bob?" Ron
interrupted.

"Mick has not yet given me a final decision and I am not pushing him for
it." Bob answered.

"Right then. Let's proceed as planned." Jim took control again. "We know we
are bending the rules a bit for you Mick, but you have had good
recommendations; but before we can go any further, do you promise on pain
of persecution and a life made unbearable not to reveal to anybody outside
of this present company anything you see hear or do today and if you do
become a member of the club from this day on?" Jim made it very clear that
if I did not promise there would be nothing further ever, and if I did
promise and then break that promise, my life would not be worth the
living. I must admit that I was a bit intimidated by this, but also
understood the need for it.

"I understand and promise that my lips are sealed." I answered.

"Ok then, can you confirm that you are at least a little interested in what
the club is about and what being a ward involves and the privileges a ward
gets from the club.?" Jim asked.

"I would say that I am more than a little interested." I replied.

"Good. Now remove all your clothes, but your underpants and stand in the
middle of us with your hands at your sides." Jim ordered.

I started to take off my shirt and Bob said, "Ah Jim, Mick doesn't wear
underpants, I think he should keep his shorts on."

I didn't give them a chance to discuss it and just dropped my shorts and
stepped out of them. Then I bent down to untie my trainers and take them
off. Totally naked and semi-hard I stood up and faced the group who were
all sitting in a semi circle around me.

"How old are you Mick," Ron asked.

"Twelve."

"Tell us about your hair then." Ron questioned further.

"I like being smooth and so have it plucked regularly."

"You have it plucked – does that mean you don't do it yourself?" Still Ron
with the questions.

"I do a bit myself, but most of it is done by others, Bob now most of the
time."

"How do you feel about others not only seeing you with a hard on but also
feeling you and maybe even sucking you or more?" Jim resumed his
questioning.

"I have a couple of friends in Brentwood who were my first partners and we
gave our cherries to each other this last weekend and I guess I still feel
some sort of need of loyalty towards them which makes it hard for me to
give to others at the moment."

"But I'm told that you have been involved in some physical activity with
Bob and these two." Jim continued indicating Michael and Mark.

"Yes, and that is what has given rise to some of my confusion over this. I
feel bad when I do it, but I still need to do it."

"Mick, are you always this open with people whom you've only just met?"
Burt asked.

"No, but I trust Bob, Michael and Mark and they have said you guys are all
okay, so I guess I feel I can trust you also."

"Come over here to me now." Jim ordered, and so I walked over and stood
near him. Jim leant forward and by stretching out his hand was able to hold
and feel my cock and balls. He began to give me a slow jerk and saw that I
was producing some pre-cum and so he spread that over my cock head. Then
holding my cock a bit tighter, he pulled on it to cause me to step a bit
closer to him. Moving forward to kneel in front of me, without saying
anything since he ordered me to go to him, he took my cock into his mouth
and began to blow me. Jim then moved around so that he could begin to feel
and tickle my bum which was something I really liked having done while my
cock was being pleasured. Then a tongue began to probe my arse crack and
slowly a finger was inserted into my hole. Before long that finger was
concentrating on my prostrate and soon enough I began to get close to
blowing.

"I'm going to cum." I called out in a subdued voice. We were after all in a
public place, and although out of sight of the general public, we could
soon enough be invaded if there were too many curious noises emanating from
our position; so hushed tones and discretion were the order of the day. My
pronouncement of the imminence of my orgasm seemed to have little
effect. The finger continued to massage my joy button. The suction on my
cock continued and seemed to increase a bit and the only real difference
was that Mark and Burt stood up and began to run their fingers over and
around my nipples and thus heightened that sensation I was experiencing in
my cock. I have got to admit to really liking multiple stimulation from
multiple people without having to concentrate on returning it. The
stimulation had the desired effect and I began to cum. Not a great deal
seeing as I had deposited a load with Bob only an hour or so earlier; but
Jim kept every drop and nothing escaped past his lips.

When it was all over and the others had sat back down on the logs, leaving
me standing as the focal point of the semi-circle Jim began again.

"You didn't seem to find that too distasteful, Mick."

"That's just it. While it is all going on, I enjoy it. It's only afterwards
that I begin to feel a little guilty."

"Well, that is something only you can sort out. And as far as I am
concerned, you can join the club as Bob's ward if that is what you choose,
but if you do, you will have to sort out these guilt feelings, because not
only will you have a relationship with Bob, but there are occasions such as
this today when there is a bit of group sex going the rounds. And that is
part of being in the club." Jim said.

"Mick gets my vote also." Ron said.

"Yes, me too." From Michael.

"And of course from me as well, if I get a vote that is." Bob said.

"Do we also get a vote?" Burt asked for himself and Mark. "If so, I say
yes."

"Yeah, me too." Mark added.

"Well technically, it's only inner circle members who get a vote. But as
there is no dissension on the vote it doesn't matter anyway. It's now just
up to Mick to give us his decision. But before that happens there are a few
formalities we need to go through." Jim said. "The first is that you need
to be greeted by all those present. I have already given you the greeting
so go next to Ron, then Michael, then to the others in any order. Stand in
front of them and they will give you their greeting." I walked over to Ron
and stood in front of him. He leant forward and taking my cock in his hand,
he kissed the tip of it, then let go and sat back again. The same happened
with the others including Mark and Burt. Needless to say that by the end I
was fully hard again and even dripping a bit of pre-cum.

"Now it's your turn to greet each of us in the same order. You come to me
first, open my pants up and take out my cock and give it a kiss, then you
dress me up again and move on to do the same to the others."

I liked this form of greeting. But I was shocked when I got Jim's equipment
out. I had never seen such a big set in the flesh before and had thought
that most of it was just computer augmented size; But Jim was big. I got
his fly undone and pulled his jeans down a bit so that I could get his cock
out of his briefs. The bulge in the briefs told me that I was in for a
feast but even then I did not realise how much of a feast it would be. When
I pulled his briefs down and reached inside to take a hold of his member I
was awe struck. My hand could not fit around his cock it was so thick and
this was not yet fully hard. I pulled it out and saw that he had no
foreskin. Another first in the flesh. I had seen pictures before of cut
cocks, but nothing in real life. The cock though was not only thick, it was
at least 8 inches long in this semi- hard state. I jacked a few times and
Jim told me to get it hard before kissing it, so I jacked it some more and
ran my thumb over the tip to spread the pre-cum which was oozing out. It
grew, thicker and longer, too heavy to stand upright, but firm enough to
point forwards and only slightly downwards. And straight; no bends or
twists. The head was just a darker shade of the same skin colour as the
rest. Hard like that it had to be at least ten inches long and so thick, I
don't think I could have got more than the head into my mouth. His balls
hung down in a huge sack at least five inches below his cock with two large
eggs, each easily as big as both of mine put together. These were not
walnut sized gonads by any stretch of the imagination – more like Avocado
pear pips. I knelt there slowly jacking him and just feasting on his
size. Slowly he pushed my head forwards and I kissed his cock, flicking my
tongue out to lick off a big drop of pre-cum which had oozed out and not
been spread by my thumb. I was then told to cover him up and move on as
time was going. The rest of the cocks were all hard by the time I got them
out of the confines of the various types of clothing they had been hidden
behind. Needless to say that by the time I had done the round, my cock was
fully hard and leaking yet more precum. I made a move towards my cock when
I was stopped by Jim ordering me to leave it alone.

"Right, it's decision time, Mick. Come over to me." I went over to him and
he took my cock in his hand and began to spread the pre-cum over it and
while still fondling me he asked, "So, Mick, do you want to become a member
of the club as a ward of Bob Johnson?"

"Before he answers that," Bob broke in, "does he have to give a decision
now, or can he think about it and give it to us in day or two?"

"No, I'm afraid it must be now." Jim answered.

"It's ok, thanks Bob, I've made my decision already anyway. Yes I do want
to be Bob's ward and a member of the club."

"Ok, we will begin making plans for the initiation. Can you get away at the
end of the holidays for a few days?" Jim asked.

"I'll begin working on my mother now, but will need some details for her,
please."

"Ok we will meet up on Friday evening at the skating rink to let you know
the details." Jim responded.

"Shit, we have people coming for tea on Friday. I won't be allowed out." I
wailed.

"Right Sunday at 10.00 in the morning then." Jim altered the times.

"Ok, I'll be there." All this time Jim had not let up with wanking me and I
was getting pretty close.

Burt turned to Jim and asked, "Can I taste Mick, please master?"

"If he says so." Was all Jim replied.

Burt then looked at me and I just nodded and so he dropped to his knees in
front of me and said, "Just come when you're ready," and then swallowed my
cock down his throat. It was not long before I came for the third time that
morning. I was then allowed to dress again and once I had got my trainers
tied, we all left that place. Jim, Ron and Burt turned left and headed up
the river walk, while the four of us turned right past the duck pond and
then right again to go off under the railway line.

"Let's go back to our house," Michael said. And we all agreed to that, and
then walked silently for the few minutes it took to reach their house.

Once inside, Mark asked me what I thought of Ron.

"He seems to be quite a nice guy, why?" I responded.

"I'm Ron's ward." Mark told me. "He is one of the youngest guys ever
allowed to have a ward. He was Bob's brother's ward and when Bob left the
school, Ron was 14 and too old to be a ward and so he took me on as his
ward and this got him into the inner circle last summer." He explained
further.

"What was that `master' bit with Jim and Burt?" I asked.

"Burt is Jim's ward, and they have quite a strong slave/master thing going
and so Burt has to ask permission for anything like that which he has not
already been told to do." Michael explained.

"Do all wards have to ask permission of their masters?" I asked further.

"No, it is totally dependent on the relationship between the ward and the
guardian." Bob answered.

"Mick, will you please give me a blow job," Mark asked, "all that went on
under the tree this morning has left me very horny."

"That would be a bit difficult at the moment," I teased.

"Why?" asked Mark.

"Your cock's all wrapped up, like the rest of you." I answered with a grin.

"Here, we'll help you with that problem." Bob said and grabbed hold of
Mark. Michael joined in and they slowly stripped Mark, one bit at a time,
while holding him down on the floor. When he was totally naked, Michael
knelt on the floor and tucked his head in to his knees. Bob moved Mark
around and made him kneel with his back to Michael and his feet either side
of Michael's legs. Michael took hold of Mark's ankles and then Bob made
Mark lean back over Michael. This left Mark with his cock well presented
and as he was already hard his cock stuck out in a very easy to get at
position for me to suck on; which I did, using my hands to fondle his balls
and stroke his pucker. I also let one hand roam further and found first
Michael's bum with the material of his shorts stretched tightly over it and
after a little further exploring found his cock and balls tightly squeezed
between his shorts and his legs. My ministrations on Michael caused the
inevitable rise, but because of the cramped condition he actually became
more uncomfortable than getting any pleasure form it, so he told me stop
and concentrate on Mark's cock and I would get my punishment
afterwards. Mark did not actually take long to cum and then when he was let
off of Michael's back and Michael was able to stand up, it was clear that
he still had quite a strong hard on.

"Give me grief and you have to suffer a bit." Michael said as he grabbed
for me. All three of them then assisted each other to get me stripped and
soon I was as naked as Mark, who had not made any attempt to get dressed. I
was held tight by Bob and Mark while Michael went off to fetch some things
for my punishment. He returned with two collars. One was for a cat and had
a little bell on it. This was put around my cock and balls like a cock
ring. The other collar must have been a dog's as it was bigger and this
went round my neck. A short piece of rope was then fed through the eye
where one attaches a leash and then my hands were tied together at chest
height. A piece of string then connected my hands to the collar around my
cock.

"Now every time we hear the bell ring, you get your cock flicked with this
pencil." Michael said, "Do you understand?"

I nodded my head and this made my hands move and by chain reaction, moved
the little collar and rang the bell. Michael came in straight away and
flicked the pencil over the tip of my hard cock – fuck that stung like
shit. Fortunately they didn't count the reaction to the flick as another
bell ringing for I jerked away so hard the bell definitely rang again.

"Three flicks and you're out." Bob said.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"You stay like that until you have had three flicks on you cock and then
you get released." He replied.

I wasn't sure whether to purposely jiggle and get it over with or to wait
at least until the sting had eased before risking another flick. However,
there was a further aspect in this game in that the others could not bump
me to get the bell to ring, but they could try to make me move in other
ways; which they did. It had been a couple of minutes since the first
stroke of punishment when Mark sort of sidled over to me and asked me
something to which I gave a sarcastic reply in a teasing sort of way. Mark
then made a movement as if he was going to punch me and my natural reflexes
caused me to flinch away which in turn rang my bell and Michael was there
ready with pencil and the pain followed. I grumbled that that was not fair,
but was told to shut up as it was allowed in the rules.  I decided then
that I wanted the third strike as soon as possible so that the two lots of
pain could ease together, but I had to get the bell to ring without making
it obvious that this is what I had done. I started to carefully walk over
to the bed planning on sitting down and that would make the bell ring, but
before I got there I saw a better chance and `managed' to trip over the
edge of the rug which was on the floor beside the bed. This stumble of
course brought about the desired tones and another painful searing flush to
the end of my knob.

"Right, that's the third one. I can be released now." I reminded them,
hoping to have a hand free to rub my cock and speed up the easing of the
pain.

"Ok, come over here." Michael said and indicated for me to go to him. When
I got to him, he undid the string connecting my hands to the collar around
my cock, but left my hands still tied to the collar around my neck and so
out of reach of my cock. He must have seen something in my expression and
chuckled. "No, your hands don't get released for a while yet or you'll be
rubbing your sore dick."

"NO fair." I complained. But then Mark came over and kneeling down he took
my still hard dick into his mouth and began to suck on it.

"You see, if we let you rub your cock, then we don't have a reason to suck
on it." Michael said.

"Who said you needed a reason?" I asked.

"Well, it's part of the game you see. Now that you are joining the club you
will find we play lots of games and we have rules for when we play
games. One of the rules is that you have to create an excuse for doing the
things you do."

Mark was going great guns on my cock and the bell was ringing madly because
of it.

"Now that ringing means that you have to suck us off as well, so get over
here and take my clothes off," Michael ordered. I started to move over, and
Mark grabbed hold of my legs and got dragged over with me without losing my
cock out of his mouth once. I leaned forward and held my hands out as far
as they would go indicating to Michael that I wouldn't be able to do much
with my hands still tied. With this he undid the rope and freed my hands. I
wasted no time and grabbing hold of Michael's T shirt began to pull it up
over his head. I got his shirt off and then could go no further because I
was about to cum myself. I stopped what I was doing and concentrated on
what was happening to my cock as it reached the point of no stopping and
soon I was blasting away into Mark's mouth. After my orgasm had finished I
was not allowed to rest but had to continue in the task of undressing
Michael and then giving him a blow job. He was really horny and so did not
take that long to come; but I still didn't get any rest as Bob was lined up
after Michael and I had to strip him and then blow him as well. Bob came in
my mouth for the second time that day and I found Mark expecting another
sucking as well. By the time I had finished all three of them, I was really
spent and as I had been given several orgasms already that day, I was not
concerned about getting off again, even though I was as hard as a stick of
Blackpool Rock.

 I kind of collapsed on the bed and Michael came over and began to remove
the collars. He took the bigger one off first and then went down to my
jewels and undid that one taking every opportunity to touch my cock and
swollen ball bag as much as he could in the process.

"I think we will need this collar on the weekend." He commented and Mark
agreed. "Don't be too quick my brother, it might be your cock it's fitted
to next." At which Mark gave an exaggerated gulp and grinned.

"Perhaps you better try it for size now then." He suggested.

"Just as soon as I make another hole in it." Michael said walking over to
his desk to find his maths compass. He was going to use the point from the
compass to punch another hole in the collar so that it could be done up
smaller. Michael then proceeded to punch not one but three more holes on
the collar. That would allow it to be done up very tight. After trying the
prong from the buckle in the holes and satisfying himself that they would
go in he told mark to lie on the bed with his legs spread. He then fitted
the collar under his balls and fed the tongue through the buckle. He pulled
it up tight and then mumbled that there was still another hole to reach and
gave it another tug. Mark yelped but Michael took no notice and began to
feed the prong through the hole.  We all could see that it was tight; but
he had started with Mark having a hard-on already and so it maybe was not
that tight. Mark complained that it was really tight, but we took no notice
of that at first. It did not take long for the veins in Mark's cock to
bulge out and his ball bag to begin to sell up. I leaned over and rubbed
his cock a bit and it felt extremely hard and different to normal. But
within five minutes it was clear that the collar was too tight as his whole
cock was swollen and turning dark, almost blue. Mark was whimpering that it
was aching. Bob intervened then and said that perhaps it was too tight and
we better release it as we did not want to cause any permanent damage to
what we wanted the use of later. He struggled a bit and eventually managed
to get the buckle undone. By this time, Mark had tears in his eyes from the
pain and discomfort and was very angry with his brother. Michael was good
enough to apologise and promise not to do it so tight again and offered to
let Mark fit it to his cock for a while. Mark was not one to dwell on anger
or to seek revenge and so passed up on the offer, but warned that he might
not be so gentle in the future with things. Bob and I decided that it was
better that we leave and give the two brothers some time to sort it out
between them by themselves. I walked with Bob until our paths went in
different directions promising to meet up with him the next day.

I got home and decided that I needed a shower and so went off to do
that. When I had finished I looked at my penis in the mirror and saw that
the end was a little bruised from the flicking, but though a little tender,
it did not really hurt anymore. I was glad they had the three strikes
rule. The rest of week passed with us getting together and having sex to
varying degrees, but I still did not give or take any anal. I hadn't yet
come to terms with myself on that point. I decided that maybe I could sort
it out when Brandon and Kevin came to stay. On Friday I got home from Bob's
at lunch time because mom had given me some chores to do in preparation for
the visit from John and his son David. I got it all done and then went off
to take a shower. I was walking naked from the shower when mom stuck her
head around the corner and said hallo. I nearly jumped out of my skin, I
got such a fright. I had not heard her come home and thought I was still
the only one in the house. How she laughed at me.

"How come you are home so early?" I asked.

"Well, it's not that early, and we were all allowed off half an hour
earlier today because we had finished all our work." Mom answered. "By the
way, John and David will be here by six this evening and I want to eat
almost straight away. That will give you time to size them up and visa
versa. Then you and David can disappear off to your room and get to know
each other better."

"Ok, mom, I guess then that I had better get dressed now."

"That would be sensible. I'm going to take a quick shower now, can I rely
on you to keep an eye on the food that's cooking please?"

"Sure thing mom." I went off to my room and threw on a pair of long shorts
and a T shirt with a picture of the front end of a rhino on the front and
the back end of the rhino on the back. I slipped my feet into a pair of
socks and went off to the kitchen to check on the food. I decided to get
the table set as well even though mom had not asked me to do that yet, but
I knew she would as soon as she was out of the shower.

Half past five found everything ready and waiting. And we went through and
sat in the lounge.

Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I opened
the door and a rather good looking, hunky man was standing there with a
smaller person, virtually hidden behind him. "Hi Mick, I'm John." The hunky
man said. "And this is my son, David." He continued as he stepped aside to
introduce the boy. I was speechless. My mouth must have been gaping open
and I just stood there staring in shock and disbelief.



Well that's it for this chapter. Next chapter on its way in due course.
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