Pozdaddy

[bottompigboi]

That is one hot story.. I wish u lived in the USA!

[Guest sickhog]

Have really enjoyed this story - gets me hit and wet as I read it. Thank you Bearbandit.

[pjaco]

Read the story today - Love it! Hot ! Thanks Bearbandit

[bearbandit]

Pozdaddy 27

Ken pauses the DVD.

“Fuck, if I knew that was even possible...”

“Why haven’t you done that with me, Dad?”

They’re both all but humping my boots: I think the scene got a good review, even though I’m somewhat surprised at their naivety..

“Think of the size of the toys you’ve been taking lads. Weren’t you suspicious when the smaller ones started disappearing?”

“Sneaky bastard...” mutters Pozboy. I decide to let it go for the moment and send him off for the other bottle of wine. When he returns, there’s a butt plug where he was sitting. “Sorry, Dad. I know: I let my mouth run away with me.”

“Take the wine round, then sit down and shut up.” After pouring the wine I can tell from his breathing that he’s pushed down on the plug in one movement. Contrition or just showing off? Could be either with him.

We pay less attention to the scenes we’ve already reviewed, though I notice Pozboy sniggering quietly at the “rape” scene and give him a clip across the ear. We’ve reviewed these scenes often enough that we’re only watching to see if they hang together in context (if there’s such a thing as context in a fuck movie).

A ring at the doorbell: turns out to be Bill with the pup in tow. “Heard you were doing the final review tonight. Thought I’d drop in and how it’s going.”

“Mochyn – your turn. Get a glass for Bill and another bottle of wine.” Aside to Bill “Is the pup allowed glasses yet or is he still on bowls?”

“A bowl if you have one,” I raise an eyebrow “which of course you have” he laughs.

“Mochyn – a small drinking bowl for the pup.”

Mochyn has the good sense to bring an extra bottle, given that we’re now six.

As I remember there’s just the scene with Bill and the pup left go. As a tattooist, he’s a damn good artist: he’s done most of mine after I met Ken.

There’s a different quality to the light in this segment, which is only to be expected since it’s in Bill’s studio. The pup is naked, strapped down to the bed, but with a hand free for poppers. Bill, wearing just a jock, traces out a biohazard at the base of his spine just below where the band of the pup’s jockstrap would be. Showing the whole tattooing process would be ridiculous, so Ken has handled it with a series of dissolves so that the tattooing is always in real-time. The pup helps himself to poppers as and when.

The only difference from doing a job in the studio is that Bill’s almost naked and he’s not wearing gloves. And of course the poppers. Seeping blood is wiped away as normal with a tissue, but when the occasional drop forms Bill scoops it up with his left little finger and smears it across the pup’s back. Eventually it becomes apparent that he’s spelling out the word “pup” in blood. When the tattoo is finished and the protective clingfilm applied Bill unstraps the pup, pulls his hard dick out from his jock and pushes it deep into the pup’s ass, only to withdraw after three or four strokes.

“Turn around and face me. Now thank me for your new tattoo.”

The pup, slightly mindful of the residual pain of the tattoo, dives onto Bill’s cock until his nose is buried in Bill’s pubic hair. As he sucks on Bill’s dick he occasionally chokes. The first time that happens Bill leans over for the poppers and holds them to the pup’s nose. The pup goes into a frenzy of sucking.

“Yes, you can.”

The pup beings jerking himself off, but makes sure to pay more attention to Bill’s cock than his own. Eventually Bill is face-fucking the pup while the pup struggles not to choke again. Suddenly Bill pulls back and stops the pup from reaching forward with one hand on his head.

“Please Sir, please... your cum... Please Sir, can I have your cum?”

Somehow they manage to cum simultaneously, the pup into his own hand and Bill all over the pup’s face.

Bill looks down at the pup and simply says “Eat it” and walks away. The scene closes with the pup eating first his own cum, and then collecting as much of Bill’s as he can and eating that. Fade to black, followed by a fade in clearly shot some weeks later. The pup is on his back, legs in the air and the tattoo is healed. Bill is gripping one of his ankles and is teasing the pup’s hole with a dildo. There’s obviously been some play going on beforehand as the pup is nicely sloppy.

Bill throws the dildo to one side and pushes his cock into the pup’s hole. The pup looks up at Bill as though it’s the first time he’s ever been fucked: an expression of wonderment and gratitude.

“Please Sir, I’m very close, I can’t take much more. I’m sorry Sir.”

Bill’s only answer is to start fucking him. A close-up of the pup’s hole with Bill’s cock deep in it, then the camera pulls out and moves around slightly so both their dicks are visible. They both tense visibly and the pup almost screams as he begins to cum while Bill merely grunts as he forces his cum into the pup. He rests a moment before walking round to the pup’s face, at which point the pup cleans Bill’s dick. Another fade to black and this time the credits.

“Okay – how do you guys keep managing simultaneous orgasms?”

“Practice – lots of practice,” smirked Bill. “So what did you think?”

“It’s good. I like the way you bring out the eroticism of tattooing – Bill’s never let me use poppers when he’s been working on me, but there’s a definite connection there for me. And the second part works – makes the viewer think ‘what were they doing before’. Sometimes what you don’t see is hornier than what you do see. I think we’ve got a DVD once we sort out some extras.”

[Bbikercub]

Hot. Love the tattoo fucking grrrr

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

short but sweet bearbandit. I've missed these, glad to see segments starting to flow again (so to speak).

[bearbandit]

Pozdaddy 28

Over the next week or so we film the extras. They’re all the sort of thing that you watch once and don’t bother with again, much like a magazine article. Even so, they have to be spot on with our philosophy: we work as an extended family of choice. No other great insights although we decide to add in a safer sex message: some of us chose the virus, others of us had no idea it was even there, and for some of us it was an accident. The single thing that comes across from all of us is that there’s no shame in being poz, no matter how you got it. It’s difficult doing a serious interview when you’re getting a blowjob...

Next job is printing the sleeves and copying the disks. I set Pozboy to the printing, copying and packing while Mochyn gets to work on the advertising, even remembering to add a link to the online extra.

I keep them working long hours in order to be ahead of the orders that start trickling in the moment the adverts are online. Otherwise the household runs as normal: it appears I’m the only one who remembers our hospital appointment at the end of the week. I decide to keep that worry to myself and let them make up the DVDs and begin to send them out. By the time we get to bed we’re too damn knackered for sex, though I still get my morning blowjob.

But not on Friday: knowing the hospital routine better than them they can piss only if they’re bursting and there’s no breakfast. We get to the hospital in good time and when the both of them start complaining about really needing to piss I organise sample tubes for them as well as having one for myself. My mind wanders off to piss denial as a possibility for fun. What if one them has a bladder so full that even the attempt at getting a dildo up his ass had him pissing himself? I make a mental note to learn more about catheterisation.

We’re called in to see Dr Sandra bang on time. “I presume you’re all willing to discuss things together? I know you are, but I have to check each time for the record.” We each nod. “Right then. Poz, you’re holding your own pretty well, but I want you on meds full time.”

“About what I expected.”

“Mabon and Mochyn: today’s bloods will show what progress you’ve made. The number one question right now is any side effects?” Both boys shake their heads. “Let’s keep it that way: the sooner you start meds the less chance of side effects, so I want to keep you on the same drug, since you’re not getting any problems with it.” She grins somewhat “physical exam time boys.”

We check out ok, and the printer whirrs: “next month’s prescription. Might as well keep you in line with the lads, Poz. Make an appointment for a months’ time. See you then...”

We head off to the pharmacy and I ask the boys “now was that so bad? Dr Sandra is always okay unless you’ve been really stupid...”

Drugs collected, we head for home. “Day off today, lads” I say “just normal household stuff – you might want a nap later: we’re off out tonight: might as well get some use from the sauna gold cards. One restriction: no fucking or getting or getting fucked without a condom. You’re not wasting your drugs by getting another strain. We’ll review that situation in a month when we know where you viral loads are heading. Bill and Ken are okay, as are their boys, but until I say so your primary receptive sex organs are your mouths – and we know how much shit you can talk.” I can’t resist adding in that last bit. Mochyn will take it to heart and Pozboy will see it as a challenge.

Once home, I relax with a book while the boys get on with the housework. I muse a little on the wonder of daily help that I can fuck, before I doze off. I wake to the smell of pork cooked in cider being wafted under my nose. The pork steak is well trimmed of its excess fat, loads of paprikas, fresh ones too from the look of them, onions and brown rice. Someone’s been in my recipe file... That sort of snooping I can forgive.

“Mochyn – get a bottle of white – it’s been a good day and we’re celebrating, so it’s a taxi job tonight.” Mochyn returns with the wine and pours for all of us. I take a look at his plate: the rice is shoved to one side. “Don’t like brown rice? Learn! It’s a damn sight better for you than white rice.” He eats the rice, a little more enthusiastically after I mention that unrefined foods make douching a lot easier.

We have another review of the DVD, concentrating on Pozboy’s and Mochyn’s scenes: I want to be sure that they’re happy with them being available to Joe Public. Rather than worry I get comments like “I really enjoyed that bit” and “you could have gone harder there”. Kinda disturbing that they really got off on the “rape” scene... Not that I’m worried about what they might do, more that I’m worried about the attitudes that scene might instil in them.

The air stinks of sex: I send the both of them to get dressed for the sauna. Not so difficult a job as we only need to be seen dressed in the reception area. My only comment to their harnesses is “I hope they’re properly oiled”. For the rest, both in leather jackets, one in chaps, the other in leather jeans, and both in bike boots and dress collars. I’m pleased to see that the wages I’ve been paying them have gone to good use, even if I do pick up the bulk of the bills. In denims, vest, jacket and boots, I feel somewhat underdressed alongside them. But what better chance to show them off as mine?

The taxi arrives and we’re soon at the sauna. As we check in, the guy on the counter raising his eyebrows slightly at our membership cards, I glance over to the bar area and see that we’ve attracted attention there. After making sure that our bar bill is on a tab, we go to get rid of the clothes. I opt for total nudity (except for a cockring), while the boys keep their boots and harnesses,

Back in the bar area, Mochyn is all set to get us wine until I point out that wine isn’t much use if piss-sex is on the cards, so the boys have a pint of lager (I must do more to educate their palate as regards beer) and I have a Newcastle Brown. We make inconsequential conversation, with enough sex references to interest anyone listening in. We’re all aware that this sauna visit is, if you like, an informal public appearance to promote Pozitive, which started onscreen in the video room the moment we entered the building. Their opportunism, not ours... though I couldn’t be more pleased.

Beers finished, I decide it’s time to see who’s around. I warn the boys about no anal without condoms (I want true readings next month and I’m afraid their potentially taking on board extra virus might screw that up) and let them loose. My first port of call is the video room – I want to see how Pozitive is going down. It seems that “going down” is the right expression: if it weren’t for the bodily reactions of the half of the audience I can see and the occasional swap in positions, I’d judge it a failure. I make a mental note to increase production of original discs.

I’m leaning against the wall just inside the doors, relying on people’s instinct to glance at who just entered the room. Onscreen, Pozboy is getting his ass belted by Jim, offscreen I catch the whisper going round “it’s him isn’t it? The one whoring out his boy in the film?” I do the best I can to make no acknowledgement of the increase in attention paid to me in the room. Eventually I’m approached by a youngish couple who kneel in front of me, their eyes begging permission, and soon I’m getting a double blow job, A good start to the night.

A third comes along and makes it clear that he wants at my balls. I push one of the original two aside to make room for him. More guys come along so I move away from the wall to give them a bit more access, all the time paying attention to the screen than to them. Six or seven tongues working across me, biting, teasing, trying to be the one who gets my cock in his ass while I fuck Pozboy onscreen. I’m particularly taken with the bearded rimmer. It’ll have to be another time though. Strange as it may seem in a sauna, I’m saving it up for the boys: I’ve never been a multiple cummer, and their good behaviour (so far) today has earned it for them.

I slowly detach myself from the group and head off to the sling room, where I’m fairly sure I’ll find both boys. Surprisingly, Mabon is fucking Mochyn, which I suppose is a way around the condom rule I instigated. Not many guys in the sling room so I point out the fact quietly, adding that half the point of tonight is to be seen and identified. “Pozboy: your turn for the bar. I’ll have another Newcastle Brown.”

I settle in one of their big leather settees, and wait for the boys with my drink.

“Get seen much?” I ask.

“You will after tonight: as far as I could see most guys were watching the movie.” I smirk. “If they don’t recognise, they’ll recognise me” I’m leaning back on the settee, with each of the holding on to a leg, clutching a bottle of real beer with his other. They start a game where the object seems to be to fill their mouths with cold beer and reduce my hardon. They don’t succeed.

As this is going on a mildly muscled guy with red hair approaches us. Although ginger myself, I have something of a fetish for ginger. He’s carrying a tray of four bottles, three of which match our chosen drinks, so I can only think the fourth is his and he hopes to stay. I recognise the beard: he was trying to tongue-fuck me in the video room.

“See boys? This is how to treat your Boss – watch and learn!” I spread my legs a little further and suddenly have one on my dick, one on my balls and, with a little wriggle forward, one in my ass. I could have stayed in that position all night, but had no intention of coming in the sauna.

I pull free and say “If you don’t feel sociable to talk to our new friend you could at least entertain him”; good boys: one sucks him off while the other rims him. I make thing awkward by talking to him.

“So your name is...”

“Bryn, Sir”

“And you like...”

“Precisely what’s going on now, Sir. But I’d be loving to suck you off now, Sir. To have you take back into the playrooms, have you restrain me, hurt me, fuck the ass off me. Own me.”

“Maybe in time. Some things you need to know: me and my boys are a family. Sometimes I take note of what they say about a guy, other time I tell them to go fuck themselves. I like a peaceful life: if they really don’t like you I’m not messing up my home life by taking you home. The other thing is that we’re all HIV+. We’re all three of us waiting for viral load tests, so we’re keeping it safe for now. If that’s a problem, I want you outta my sight in about ten seconds. I don’t like guys who don’t trust.”

“No problem, Sir: do your boys get a choice?”

“They made theirs... And before you ask, I pozzed them both because they wanted it. Just as I’ve made the decision that we’re all on meds now.”

“Until we get our tests back we’re keeping everything safe with strangers.”

“Sir, I started on the PrEP study a couple of months ago.”

“Good for you, but until I know me and my boys are undetectable it ain’t relevant. Now are you going to relax and drink that beer? Oh, and I presume you’re coming home with us?”

“Yes please, Sir!”

[pjaco]

Love this story!

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

... interesting... more please!

[bearbandit]

A bit of explanation:

It’s been a while since I uploaded any more of Pozdaddy, but I haven’t been idle: I’ve started the first edit towards (hopefully) publication. Part 29 shows the major change in that I dropped the name Pozboy, leaving Mabon more accepting of his real name. Other changes are so far minor and make little difference to the alpha version you’re reading now. I don’t anticipate any further major changes like this, it’s just that having started editing before completing it’s easier for me to keep to the new nomenclature.

Pozdaddy 29

“Okay, boys, finish these beers quickly and go for a wander. Think of it as an informal promo for the video. Let the guys think you’re anybody’s for a drink, but you’re sticking with me from now on” I look down at Bryn, “we’ve just finished a porn movie, the one that’s playing through there: I want to get the first batch out as large as possible, before copies start circulating.”

“They don’t allow cameras in here, but the mind is a camera too: make sure they remember you.”

“Okay Bryn, a brief rundown on what you’re letting yourself in for. If it’s a one nighter, I’m fine with that. You leave in the morning with the ability to say I got fucked over (in a good way) by the guys in that movie. The safer sex rule kinda lapses if you’re on PrEP – Got tablets with you?” He nods. “You come back for more: that’s the beginning of a relationship. I know that Mabon and Mochyn take every opportunity to play, but I’m secure enough not to worry about it. If nothing else, I’m too damn old to keep up with them...” I smiled.

“What we have between the three of us is complete honesty. They know, and have served, the guys who trained me, who are amongst my best friends. It all depends on trust. And yes, trust has to be earned, both ways round. There are things I want to do with you that right now aren’t such a good idea because the trust isn’t there. It’s something that you grow into.”

I lean back on the couch, and indicate that Bryn can relax. “So, what are you looking for?”

Bryn takes a deep breath and shakes his head slightly: “What I saw on screen excited me: made me realise I need more than a dick up my ass and a cup of tea in the morning with an exchange of phone numbers you never call. I didn’t know before tonight that you three were a triad, but watching you together, and in retrospect the bits of the film I did see, make me realise that you’ve got that ‘something more’. And it’s that ‘something more’ I want to explore. I need to learn about myself, and it seems that giving my self to someone else is a good starting point.”

“It’s not easy: nothing worthwhile ever is. It wouldn’t be the first time either Mabon or Mochyn have felt the belt across their backs because they’ve fucked up, or just because I’d decided that I wanted to. I get off on making men hurt.” I reach forward, pinch both his nipples and start increasing the pressure. I pull him towards me so that his mouth is in reach of my growing hardon. He licks at it cautiously, which only makes me increase the pressure. By the time he’s got my dick in his mouth my fingers are hurting. I release the pressure and lift his face up away from my dick.

“Yes, I think there’s potential there. Right now, you’re a one nighter: think of it as an audition. If I, or either of the boys, think you won’t fit, it’s possible we might know someone who’d be a better trainer for you. It’s not a rejection, just us not starting something that wouldn’t work in the end, when we’ve a good idea of who’d have better use for you. Questions?”

“If I’m acceptable, Sir, would I be allowed to continue in my job?”

“Yes, but you won’t become a permanent guest: when you’re with us, you’ll contribute to household expenses as appropriate. I’m comfortable, not made of money: the boys both work in the business with me. If you were unemployed, I might go as far as employing you as a housekeeper until you can find a better job. You’ll continue to live where you are at present, but be prepared to spend a lot of time in my house.”

“I take it that I’ll be at the bottom of the pecking order...”

“Correct – unless one of the others fucks up: I have reversed their positions before now, so you might get a temporary promotion that way.”

“No more questions, Sir. Please give me a chance...”

I look into his eyes and see that distinct pleading look, at which point I know he’s ready to start.

“Two things: if Mochyn gives you an order then Mabon does, Mabon’s order comes first. Similarly my orders come before those of either of the other two. Secondly, stop words. “Green” for go, you’ll only use if asked, same with “amber” for that’s about all I can take – you’ll be asked about that later. “Red” is a total refusal and ends whatever’s happening. You’ll be escorted to another room where you’ll explain the problem fully and honestly. The words “please”, “yes” and “no” are just sex-words and mean little more than grunts.”

I pick up my beer and pour some over my boots: “clean them.” Down to the floor in the classic pose of submission immediately. I point out a bit he’s missed, which he cleans up, and then tries to go for the sole. “No way – fuck knows how often the floors get cleaned here.”

He looks up... “I need to talk to the owner for a couple of minutes. Go and request my boys to lay off what they’re doing and to come and dressed. We’re going home.”

“I’m not one of your boys, Sir?”

“Not yet. You might be. But not yet. Go.”

I quickly retrieve my clothes, dress, and make my way to the front desk. While ordering our taxi, we establish that they can probably shift fifty DVDs to start with. We’re making small-talk when the boys finally show up ready for the off and our car turns up. “One of the boys will drop them off as soon as they’re ready. G’night.”

The journey home is silent: I want Bryn just a bit worried about what he’s got himself into. Back home, the sauna’s apology for the last time is still holding good: no charge for the car. I let myself into the house and sense that Mabon and Mochyn have an idea how I’m planning things. Bryn is confused.

When all three are indoors I lock the front door. “Dress as you were in the sauna. Bryn: naked. All three of you in the cellar in five minutes.” Just time to change into chaps, boots and harness, then the boys follow me down and stand in a row in front of me, legs a foot apart, hands behind backs. I indicate the ceiling rings: “String him up, and use the leg spreaders: best have a look at what I’ve brought home.” The boys move quickly and efficiently getting Bryn into position. I take a dollop of lube and shove two fingers into Bryn’s ass. Obviously the first thing in there today. I work my fingers around and feel him loosen and relax onto my fingers.

“Mabon: Mochyn in the same position facing the wall.” While Mochyn’s being restrained I add the final touch to Bryn: a spare collar. Fingers back up his ass, three this time and he works to accommodate them as his dick hardens. I shove just a bit harder and he gasps; I nod at Mabon who takes a belt across Mochyn’s back. No sound from Mochyn. I start working the fourth finger and again a gasp - another stroke of the belt for Mochyn.

I pull away completely and he’s silent. When I start pushing my dick in I can feel him struggling for silence. A fast learner. Further in and he loses his fight for silence. This time the belt across Mochyn’s back is hard enough for him to cry out. I pull Bryn against me and whisper in his ear “that’s one” before continuing to fuck him. I catch some of the precum from his dick and feed it to him before starting on his tits, all the while pounding his ass. “Don’t you dare cum...” Each time he makes a noise Mochyn gets it again, and if Mochyn makes a noise, I keep count.

By the time I’m ready to cum, I’ve got my hands on Bryn’s shoulder, pulling him onto me (the boys had the sense to allow a reasonable amount of slack). I feel my balls tighten, my dick becoming the centre of everything as I spray his guts. I stand there, revelling in the hot, wet stickiness of his ass as my hardon subsides and I eventually pull out.

Bryn is still high on the fucking, his dick dripping. “Mabon – get Mochyn free to move again. And Bryn... getting noisy aren’t we? Some sort of ulterior motive? I made it seven...” Within a moment or two, both are standing with me. Running my hand over Mochyn’s back I remark “Yes, I think you were well named... Mochyn: give him what he earned from your squealing and then the pair of you get him into the sling.”

Mochyn’s taste for the theatrical shows through as he snaps the doubled-over belt a few times before laying down a series of seven belt marks on Bryn’s back, one for each of the strokes he took because of Bryn’s noise. Then the boys have him tied into the sling in record time. Mabon steps up and with one smooth thrust he’s balls deep, thanks to my cum. Mochyn takes Bryn’s dick in his mouth as I warn Bryn not to cum. Then I’m pulling on Bryn’s tits while rubbing my balls over his face, challenging him to get my dick in his mouth.

It doesn’t take Mabon long to cum: he can never resist using his Dad’s cum as lube. He pulls out slowly, allowing Bryn’s ass to close as much as it’s going to before signing to Mochyn that it’s his turn. I’m getting hard again now so focus on getting my dick down Bryn’s throat, leaving Mabon to keep Bryn aware of his tits. The beer starts getting to me so I let go in Bryn’s mouth – good lad, he swallows it down leaving only bare trickles running into his beard.

I’ve just about finished pissing when I see Mochyn’s tell-tales and know he’s going to shoot. I move to a position just behind him so that as soon as he’s cum, I can get my second load in. Mochyn finishes and moves round so Bryn can get a mouthful of his cum-soaked dick, while I glide in – none of the pressure needed the first time. I love the feel of an ass with several loads in it, and just hold my dick still while Bryn tries to grip my cock. He’s so relaxed that I can barely feel the pressure his muscles bring to bear, but taking it slow and gently, feeling our mixed cum dribble out of his ass, does it for me and I suddenly speed up and add another load.

Bryn’s dick is rigid: “Mabon: suck and bring him off.” I pull out. “Mochyn, felch out all you can and get it into his mouth”. Both accomplish their orders more or less simultaneously, while Bryn is almost trembling in the sling. I slowly unstrap him, noting that Mabon and Mochyn are sharing Bryn’s cum, and bring Bryn back to his feet, and maybe, Earth. Two two-way kisses turn into a fourway slobber with the cum now dripping out of each of our mouths.

After a while, I pull free. “Okay, boys: tidy up in here, then a drink in the kitchen.” I get rid of my leathers where I stand, leaving them for the boys to take care of and head off upstairs. In a generous mood, and a wish not to be woken in the night by the need to piss, I open a bottle of wine and try to remember where Mochyn keeps the glasses now...

The boys come into the kitchen and Mabon and Mochyn look halfway horrified that I’ve managed to pour four glasses of wine all by myself. “For fuck’s sake, sit down: there’s a conspicuous lack of invisible buttplugs on the chairs. And drink as you please: this is social...”

I turn to Bryn: “So do we wave you off into the morning sun or do you still mean what you said in the sauna?”

Hesitantly, he says “Sir, I think I could learn a lot from all three of you. Just never experienced anything like that before...”

I hold his eyes: he soon drops them. He finishes his wine in one swig and gets on the floor between my feet, his eyes focussed on my dick, which he briefly tastes at intervals, the intervals getting shorter as he realises he’s not being shoved away. “Looks like learning has started already. Mochyn, take him upstairs and get his puppy-bed out, show him how to make it up and put it away.”

As they leave the room I hold Mabon’s eyes. Hold them. “You’ve just spoken a volume or two... Think you’re ready for your first boy?” He nods, cautiously. “Okay, junior top, give me a boy to be proud of. You can leave your collar off from now, unless you fuck up. But in public, you’ll still defer to me, take orders and so on. But one hint of bragging, even in private, and you’ve proven yourself unworthy or the trust both I and Bryn are placing in you. Stand up.” He does so, and I turn him round to reach into his ass with my tongue as he bends over. “That’s still mine, always will be, just how our clan works. Like Ken and Bill still own a part of me. Upstairs now and make sure that Mochyn has got Bryn nicely put to bed.”

So nicely put to bed, in fact that Mochyn is fucking Bryn’s face. Mabon and I get into bed before calling Mochyn over to his usual place. I’m finished for the night. I turn onto my belly with Mabon and Mochyn on either side. “We’ll talk some more in the morning...”

[bearbandit]

Pozdaddy 30

I wake up to find myself still on my belly, but my legs spread and a tongue making a meal of my asshole. “Whoever that is, don’t you even think about it!” I roll over, nearly decapitating Mabon in the process. Wordlessly he takes my hard dick in his mouth, getting it wet enough to make his next move obvious. He crawls up my body and sits up with his hole above my dick; a little guidance from his hand and he’s sliding down, taking me as deep as he can. I start to thrust, seeking to get even further in.

“Please, Dad, no...” he whispers – I let him take over. He holds his hands behind his back, which I take as a symbol of his still being his Dad’s boy. I put my hands behind my head and enjoy the show he’s putting on for me. My eyes wander from the muscles he’s worked so hard on to his cock dribbling with pre-cum. He lifts up as high as he can without losing me, and then comes crashing down on me, alternating that with spells of milking my dick. It’s getting more difficult simply to lie there.

I feel my dick getting ready to cum and my breathing changes. He forces himself down to get my dick as far in his guts as he can. As I start to cum it’s impossible to simply lie there, but he quickly gets his hands on my shoulders while teasing every last spurt of cum from me. Eventually I lie still again and he sits up again, still milking me even though there’s nothing left but piss. “Thank you for trusting me, Dad. I’ll make him the best boy I can for you.”

Suddenly his eyes look as though he’s had an electric shock, but it’s just me pissing in his ass. When I’ve finished, I pull him down to kiss him: “Well, that was an interesting way to wake up. I’m not stupid, you know, training Bryn is going to need self-discipline on your part if you’re going to do a good job. Speaking of which, where are they?”

“Downstairs sorting breakfast. I took the liberty of telling Mochyn to stay in the kitchen as well as Bryn. I hope I didn’t overstep the mark there, Dad.”

“Nothing else you could have done... Just as long as you don’t start thinking Mochyn belongs to you the way Bryn does for now. Now get up and get rid of that piss. I’ll be downstairs after I’ve had a shower...”

As I enter the kitchen Mochyn is filling the teapot – must have been listening out for me – and Bryn is standing to one side, feet apart, hands behind his back, eyes on the floor. Abruptly, he drops to his knees to kiss my feet and does the same with Mabon who arrives a few seconds later. Mochyn catches on and kisses my feet, but, quite correctly leaves Mabon’s alone: Mabon isn’t training him.

“Okay boys, formalities over. Bryn: put some toast on, bread knife is in the drawer. Tea should be proper strength by the time toast is ready. No point in wasting time: there’s a lot to be done today. Bryn, last night put you off? Do we expect your presence over the rest of the weekend?”

“Sir, not put off at all. Last night was fucking amazing.”

Mabon cuffs him saying “you don’t swear in front of Dad.” So that lesson did sink in with the stubborn git...

“Sorry Sir. But I have to get home at some point today because I only took one pill out with me last night. I always take my pill in the morning.”

“Okay, can’t have you missing doses. Mabon, you can drive him home to pick up whatever he needs. And that includes work clothes. Not intending to keep you prisoner, Bryn, just giving you the option of staying till Monday morning. You understand that at any time you can walk out if things are too much or not what you hoped for. Mochyn, I need you making DVDs pretty much all day. Mabon and Bryn, you might as well do the supermarket on the way back from Bryn’s place. Check with Mochyn, since he seems to have taken over the kitchen, what’s needed. Bryn: toast’s ready. And will one of you pour me some tea?” Somehow it was all a lot more organised and easier picking up eager potential slaves for just the one night...

Once breakfast is over, Mochyn starts clearing up while the other two go and get dressed. I interrupt Mochyn’s shopping list to ask why Mabon’s boy is incorrectly dressed.

“Dad?”

“Collar!”

By the time they leave Bryn is correctly dressed. Since he’s acting as junior top I don’t insist on Mabon wearing a collar – it would undermine his authority. I reckon we’ve got a good couple of hours before they get back. Mochyn’s finishing up the washing up when I ask “Are you bothered by Bryn being here? Maybe joining us?”

“No, Boss. Not at all.” A slight smile. “He’s good eye candy and a pretty good fuck.” Hand to his mouth – “Am I allowed to say that if it’s not cursing?”

“I’ll take it out of your ass – get upstairs...” He races ahead of me to the bedroom, where I find him standing at the foot of the bed. One gentle shove in the middle of his back and his elbows are on the bed with his head resting on his forearms and I could swear he’s spread his legs a bit more. I slip my hand between his legs and pull gently on his balls; his hard dick tells me all I need to know. I squat down and pull his ass-cheeks apart. Before I know what I’m doing my tongue is circling his hole, occasionally pushing in just enough to tease. It’s not long before I’m concentrating on getting my tongue into his ass. By this time he’s moaning almost incoherently, the only words I can make out are “Boss” and “please” as he’s pushing his butt into my face – one hell of case of beard rash in the making. There are times when I think that rimming is the ultimate in sex, and this is one those times when I’m more concerned about simply enjoying the moment rather than getting his ass wet enough for my dick.

He manages a coherent sentence: “Boss, please may I have your dick?” No question in my mind: there’s a pool of precum on the carpet. I catch what’s not reached the floor and smear it over my cock, stand up and give him what he’s been begging for. One thrust and I’m balls deep. I pull him into a more upright position and whisper into his ear that he can wank himself, but he’s not to cum before me. I make it more difficult for him by playing with his tits: the hard, aggressive squeezes that really set him off. I have little choice in the matter: he’s gripping my dick so tightly and I need to cum so badly, despite fucking Mabon just an hour or so before. I start to cum as a pure animal response, wishing I could get my dick even further into his ass. A second or two after I lose control, he’s cumming. My thrusts into his ass have less force now, but they’re enough to keep him going through the wordless shout of his orgasm.

He stands upright, leaning back against me as my erection subsides and I feel my cum dribbling out of his ass. He reaches behind me gripping my ass as though he‘s trying to keep my dick in him, while I bearhug him and nuzzle at his neck. My hard on gone, I squat down and felch some cum from his ass before turning him round and kissing him. After a while, I break off: “c’mon, we’ve got work to be getting on with. Wipe up, don’t bother showering. You’re not going out today, so indoor clothes. In the office in five minutes...”

We’re making good progress with the sauna’s (hopefully first) fifty copies when Mabon and Bryn get back. Once they’ve apparently put the shopping away I yell for a couple of drinks which Mabon brings through. “Usual household chores today, and later I want you to take this lot over to the sauna. Mochyn, you’re cooking when Mabon gets back. Mabon, get the housework out of the way early enough and you’ll have time to take Bryn downstairs for a while. But I don’t want either of you cumming.”

I don’t tell you what a boring job it is duplicating DVDs, but between the desktop machines and the laptops, we manage to get seventy done before the boredom gets too much. I check my email and find out that all the extras are accounted for. “We just keep going again tomorrow – priority job over the toys. You get yourself into the kitchen and work out what we’re eating this evening.”

While Mochyn heads for the kitchen I go down to the cellar: it’s been too quiet for too long down there. What I find is Bryn, wearing only collar, boots and leather jock, painstakingly rubbing oil into the large pieces of leather that got missed at the last clean-up since the concentration was on restraints, harnesses and so on. Mabon is leaning back in my chair (my chair!), helping Bryn along with the occasional whack across his ass with a belt. Bryn leans forward to get to my crotch – when I put the shorts on this morning I forgot about a jock. It’s then that I see Mabon has him on a leash and is holding him back. “Let him have a taste.”

Mabon relaxes his grip and Bryn gets my dick in his mouth as soon as he realises he can. I realise I haven’t washed since I was fucking Mochyn and wonder idly how he’s enjoying the taste. There’s not that much room in the shorts and soon my hardening dick is back to hiding behind the denim of my shorts. “That’s your lot for now... Good thinking there, Mabon. He’ll do as he is for tea, but sort out boots and chaps for the three of us for later. And check the beer doesn’t need topping up.”

“What time do you want us upstairs, Dad?”

“You’ll know: Mochyn’s only just got started...”

I leave them to get on with it: it’s not like Mabon to take the initiative on what he sees as a chore. This could be a good experience for him. Back upstairs I find Mochyn chopping vegetables: “Nothing too heavy, but make sure there’s enough leftovers for a reasonable supper.”

“Okay Boss, 99% sure I’m following your thinking...”

“Only 99%?”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, Boss, it’s not to second guess you...” he says with the hint of a smirk...

“I’m going for a lie down and a read: Call Mabon and Bryn ten minutes before it’s ready and me five minutes.” If there’s one thing that’s difficult to co-ordinate with having a houseful it’s having the odd hour with my nose in a book. An hour or so later, it’s obvious that Mabon and Bryn are upstairs from the noise of them fooling around in the kitchen. I take the belt out of my shorts, double it over and stand in the kitchen door lightly tapping one palm with it.

“I take it you’ve seen where everything belongs downstairs, Bryn. Go hang this up now.” He leaves. “I trust I won’t be disturbed like that again,” looking at each of them in turn. “Might as well pour the wine now Mabon.”

“Boss, I could serve up now, if you want. Like you said, light and snack type stuff.”

He’s done a pretty good job with dhal and a brown rice salad, together with various side dishes. The meal starts in near silence until I say “So you got a little noisy and dragged me out of my book. Are you going to sulk for the entire evening? If so, I’m off to bed.” Conversation resumes, somewhat reserved at first, but soon picks up. General inconsequential stuff, except for the delicately phrased question if we’re going to do another poz movie. “Depends on how this one goes down, so to speak. It’s the first time we’ve been explicit about poz guys, just have to see how it goes...”

A little later everyone seems to have eaten all they’re going to eat. To throw them off balance I tell both Mabon and Mochyn to go douche, keeping Bryn in the kitchen with me. “So, you okay?”

“Yes, Sir. Kinda focussed on what you’ve got planned for tonight, Sir.”

“You’ll find out soon enough. I don’t know what you ate yesterday, so I want you cleaned out. If you don’t know how to, Bryn will show you. Take your time over it – you’ll probably need more of a clean than those two because I’m betting you don’t eat as carefully as we do. Ask Mabon and Mochyn to join me downstairs and make sure you get all the water out. It doesn’t matter if you take a little longer than them.”

Mabon and Mochyn arrive in a few minutes (the virtues of a wholemeal diet: very little douching needed), and we get changed ready for sex. We’re lounging about, getting through the beer when Bryn eventually appears. “I take it your lateness means that you’re suitably cleaned out”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I took so long: I think maybe I was over-optimistic about how much water I could take.”

“You’ll learn. Those DMs and the cotton jock. Now.”

I take advantage of his relative unfamiliarity with the cellar (both Bryn and Mochyn know precisely where they are, presumably by counting footsteps) by blindfolding him. He cries out in alarm as he’s pushed back into the sling, and then relaxes as he feels the restraints going round his ankles and then being fixed to the supporting chains. Remembering he’s right handed I strap his left hand in similar fashion and put an open bottle of poppers (real amyl, not the disgusting isobutyl most places sell) in his right hand carefully closing his thumb over the open top, and with my dick brushing his lips ask if he knows what he’s holding. I pull away long enough for him to say “Yes Sir, thank you Sir”.

“Five deep breaths, then hold the bottle closed like I showed you. You can have some at any time, but we need warning as you mightn’t be very steady at the time.” On the third breath I give Mabon the nod, and he starts fingering Bryn’s hole. After the fifth, I let my dick rest on Bryn’s lips, which causes him to start sucking me almost violently, such is his need for cock. I move round to his ass, crouch down and start rimming him, while Mabon and Mochyn give him a choice of which dick to suck next. They stand away as I order another five breaths, and are back the instant Bryn’s hand is away from his nose.

It’s at that point I push my cock into his asshole. It relaxes instantly – absolutely no resistance. A muffled request to be allowed more poppers and I can feel his hole getting sloppier by the minute. Both Mabon and Mochyn are hard and dripping precum over his face as he goes from one pair of balls to the other occasionally muttering, as though it were a mantra “please fuck me”. I can feel it building in me and decide not to hold back. This time he doesn’t even ask permission for more poppers: just licks and sucks where he can. He’s obviously well out of it, flying, as I speed up my thrust in his asshole and leave my third of the day up there...

[bearbandit]

Pozdaddy 31

I’m still catching my breath as I lean over to Bryn and kiss him. Judging by his reaction he’s lost in the sea of sensation good poppers give, groaning and whimpering at the same time as his ass tries to clench hold of my dick. He’s too loose now to hold on to anything that isn’t fatter than my dick and pointing in the right direction. I pull out and walk round to the head end of the sling where Bryn cleans my dick enthusiastically. Mochyn won the race to rim him ready for Mabon, though it’s only a token rimming.

I take off Bryn’s blindfold and see that he’s not quite connected with planet earth. Well, been there many times myself. Mochyn comes over with some of my cum in his mouth to share with Bryn, so I withdraw and let them get on with it. Meanwhile Mabon is sliding his dick over my cum and realising there was a reason why I wouldn’t let him cum this morning. Bryn’s trying to keep a rhythm up with Mabon and at the same time a separate rhythm for sucking Mochyn. I decide to ramp things up a little and put a couple of clothes pegs each on Bryn’s tits – he breaks off sucking for more poppers. Just as well because the next few go down his dick.

The pegs have obviously done something to his ass muscles as well, or maybe it’s just the extra poppers he took to cope with the little bit of pain. Mabon is using the chains above Bryn’s feet for balance as he unloads into Bryn’s ass. Mochyn doesn’t even give Mabon a chance at sucking out some cum. He’s obviously been desperate to cum for some time because it only takes a few thrusts to add his load to the rest, by which time the combination of poppers and cum have got me hard again.

Mochyn only gets a small amount of cum to share with Mabon and Bryn. When he comes to me I tell him to get on his knees behind me and do the best he can to rim me as I fuck Bryn again. Mochyn’s beard scratches at my ass and his tongue occasionally gets there, but it’s the knowledge that I’m fucking Bryn through all that cum, which is beginning to dribble out of his ass (Mochyn has already moved forward so that his chest is catching the dribbles, while Bryn is simultaneously cleaning off Mabon’s cock), that’s got to me.

Before I know it I’m cumming again, as much as the previous three times today. I take Bryn’s dick in hand, and with a few strokes I have a handful of cum. I lick some off myself and smear the rest over his face. I pull out and Mochyn is there, cleaning me up and then starting to felch Bryn’s hole. “No, he’s holding on to this lot.”

Mochyn looks somewhat disappointed, while Mabon is licking my cum off Bryn’s face.

“Relax” I say, handing him his beer, “There’ll be other times... if he sticks it out.”

A slightly disoriented, muffled voice comes from the head end of the sling “Please, Sir, I really want to...”

“Mabon, I think it’s about time you let my boy out of the sling. Sounds like he could use a drink.”

I note that Mabon bristled slightly at my mention of “my boy”. Seems like he’s getting ideas above his station. “Mochyn, plug his ass, then upstairs; Bryn, on your knees in front of me, Mochyn, sort out a supper in the living room; oh, and four beers.” Bryn starts cleaning my dick but I catch him unawares as I start to piss. He soon catches on and opens his mouth, edging closer, the more easily to take the stream. I wipe my dick off against his beard and say the one word “upstairs”.

“Have you got a problem, Mabon?”

“No, Dad.”

“Didn’t look that way to me just a moment ago: you should have seen your face when I referred to Bryn as ‘my boy’.”

“Okay, Dad... I’ll be honest.”

“I expect nothing less.”

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing. First you want me to be training him, then you take over the whole thing like I’m the same as the other two.”

“Which in many ways you are. When we’re all together, I expect you to make sure that Bryn knows what’s expected of him, when you have him to yourself I expect you to be teaching him, training him to be a boy I’d be proud of. It’s not that different to when I loaned you out to Ken or to Jim. You learned stuff from them that I never taught you. I’ve known for a while that you need to be on top sometimes. This gives you an opportunity to learn how to do that. With experienced supervision. And you have my permission to ask either of them what a little cunt I was, not unlike the git you’re trying to be. Make sense?”

I always know when I’ve got through to Mabon: he has a way dropping his shoulders in a sort of resignation “Yeah, I get it Dad.”

“Good. Now upstairs for beer and leftovers.”

Upstairs, the leftovers are set out, with a few naan bread – dhal on naan is a vice of mine. I pick up a bottle of beer and hold it out, which seems to go unnoticed. “One of you going to open this with his teeth then?” There’s a scramble for the bottle opener after which I take a longer swig than usual. The other bottles are opened and we manage a fairly comfortable meal with a random porn DVD playing – actually one of my collections of favourite scenes.

I notice that Bryn is sitting so that his heel is pushing the plug into his ass, and he’s gently rocking back and forwards, barely conscious that he’s doing it.

“Sir? May I go for a piss please?”

“You may not.”

“Sir, I don’t think I can hold it much longer...”

“Which of you two is going to help him out?”

To my surprise it’s Mabon who indicates that Bryn should stand and, with one hand preventing the butt plug’s escape, takes Bryn’s dick in his mouth. Bryn strains to start pissing – it’s obvious he’s never pissed in someone’s mouth before and he’s half hard before the flow starts. Mabon has difficulty keeping up with the flow and dribbles some down himself. As soon as Bryn stops, he stands up and makes Bryn lick up his own piss. I smile to myself as Mabon forces Bryn’s mouth open and spits the last mouthful into Bryn’s mouth.

“Thank you, Sirs” says Bryn. Tactful, I think to myself. He sits back down, again sitting with the plug resting on his heel and a slow gentle rocking motion that’s keeping his dick half hard. He’s a bit ill at ease, not being used to our porn and left-over suppers. When the food is gone Mochyn wordlessly takes the empties out to the kitchen, returning with another four opened bottles and moving the table out of the way.

We idly comment about the action on screen as we drink, occasionally asking Bryn what he thinks of a particular scene. He doesn’t realise I’m using this to establish more clearly what gets him. I allow the boys a bit more latitude upstairs, except when we’ve got company. I’m not surprised, then, when Mochyn stands up and indicates Bryn should open up and starts pissing in his mouth while simultaneously drinking more beer. As he withdraws his cock from Bryn’s mouth, he comments “I’ll have that back later...”

Beer’s pretty good as a diuretic: already Mabon’s taken over from Mochyn. As we watch the porn I’m aware of getting near to the point of needing a piss, so I slow down on the beer. After this break I want all three of them downstairs, with their bladders near bursting. With a double load it won’t be long before Bryn’s begging to piss again. I decide that’ll be the cue. He’s still rocking back and forwards with the base of the plug on his heel, fascinated by the porn on TV, currently one of my favourite piss scenes. The other two have possibly seen it too many times as they’re beginning to act up, Mabon holding Mochyn’s collar so he can barely lick the tip of Mabon’s dick. And here it comes...

“Please Sir, I really need to piss again.”

“You’ll have to wait. Go downstairs and get into the sling. You two: go restrain him, but leave a hand free for poppers. Bryn, once you’re fastened in, you can use the poppers as much as you want.” I give them five minutes, finishing off my drink while I wait.

When I enter the cellar, everything’s as I said it should be with Mabon and Mochyn standing side by side, hands behind their backs. I take hold of each of their cocks, and feel them harden from the halfway hardon they each had when I walked in. Bryn watches intently, aware that one day he could be in one of their places. They both inhale almost in unison as I pull slightly on their dicks.

“I’ll get to you two later. For now you can sixty-nine each other, but the gods help the one that cums.” They enthusiastically lie down on the floor, get into position, and take each others’ dick in his mouth. Before long I hear the sound of urgent swallowing and I turn my attention to Bryn, fucking him with the butt plug. “Still nice and wet in there, are you boy?”

“Yes Sir, feels good Sir, but please I need to piss.”

“What did I tell you to do?”

“To wait, Sir”

I begin to pull the butt plug further out, and he takes another hit of poppers. I continue fucking him, each time getting nearer and nearer to the widest point. He groans each time his ass is really stretched, and is well on his way to be pretty much flying on the poppers. Then his sphincter reaches the point where it can’t grip the butt plug and it comes out in my hand, still coated with cum. I glance behind me to check on the other two: they’re oblivious to the world, with one occasionally tapping the other on the cheek as an indication that it’s getting too intense and he should slow down.

I turn my attention back to Bryn’s hole, fingering it and getting three fingers in with room to spare. Very sloppy in there... I tease his hole with the tip of my dick; he’s stretched enough that it takes very little pressure to push one part of his hole over so that I’m slowly entering him with a circling motion going. When my dick is about half way in I change to simply slowly pushing. Another hit of poppers and he starts to say something but shuts up. Presumably another plea to piss...

As I get deeper in, he starts making little whimpering noises as his cock strains. I’m about as deep as I can get when I let go and piss in his ass. I watch his face as he realises I’m filling his ass: this is something he wasn’t expecting. Still pissing, I start to fuck him and am rewarded by the first of a series of arcs of piss escaping from his cock and covering him in his own piss. I finish pissing in him and pull out.

“Either of you boys want to fuck a pissy ass?” Mabon is on his feet immediately, and in position at Bryn’s hole. “Just don’t cum yet.” I sit on the bench and beckon Mochyn over. He kneels between my legs and takes my dick in his mouth. I let the last of my piss out, which he swallows eagerly. When he’s sure I’ve finished he takes my dick out of his mouth long enough to ask if he can have a piss. “Over Bryn,” I say.

While Mochyn is pissing I tell Mabon he can cum when he’s ready. I’m amused to see that Bryn is still spurting piss as Mabon starts fucking him harder. Bryn leans over as far as he can to get Mochyn’s piss in his mouth. “Go ahead: cum when you’re ready. Goes for you, too, Mabon.”

Mabon cums first, and I shove him out of the way – he stands trying to get his breath back while I get my dick back in Bryn’s ass. There’s a mixture of piss and cum dribbling out over my balls, one of the things that really gets me. I take it slowly and watch Mochyn cum in Bryn’s mouth then direct him to suck Bryn. I have to hold on to Bryn’s thighs to save Bryn’s dick or Mochyn’s teeth as Bryn cums.

“That was without permission... Mochyn, spit his cum in his face. I guess we know now who’s clearing up tonight.” I’m fucking Bryn slowly, withdrawing all the way before diving in again. Even with what he’s taken already he can still squeeze with his ass. My strokes get shorter and go deeper as he does the best he can to clench his ass around my dick. I feel as though all the blood in my body has gone to my crotch, the rising pressure and finally release as I squirt my cum deep in his ass. I hold my dick in his ass until my hardon subsides then withdraw slowly.

“You two, let him loose. Bryn, I wasn’t joking about clean-up. Mabon, does he know where everything is? Stay and supervise. Mochyn, upstairs: you’ve got the shower after me. Oh, and Mabon, if you think any more punishment is warranted, go ahead.”

Mochyn and I strip and head upstairs.

[aussie-vers]

Such a hot story

[bearbandit]

Pozdaddy 32

Mochyn and I are both showered and in bed by the time Mabon and Bryn hit the shower. Mabon’s in first as Bryn’s being careful to empty his ass, wary of leaking in the night. Seeing the three of us in bed he heads for his dog bed. I push the covers down and beckon him over.

“See if we can fit four into the bed. You did well today, Bryn, and that reflects on you Mabon.” Somehow we manage to drift off to sleep, but by morning Bryn has gone back to his dog bed.

As I realise this, he explains “I’m sorry, Sir, I’m a restless sleeper and I was afraid of waking you all up.” That brief bit of conversation is enough to wake Mabon and Mochyn, who begin their now habitual exploration of my crotch. I pull them away.

“Not today, boys. Too much to be doing. Mochyn, go get breakfast ready. I’m going to check the cellar and if there’s anything I don’t like you two” raising an eyebrow at Mabon and Bryn, “will be putting it right. Oh, house clothes this morning...”

I dress and quickly head off to the cellar, picking up my mobile on the way. The cellar looks reasonable, though it still stinks of last night, which is no bad thing for what I have in mind. A couple of phone calls later, and it’s all set up: I knew Ken and Jim would come through – Max isn’t around at present, and Jim doesn’t have anyone in tow at present. I pocket the phone and return upstairs.

I sit down at the breakfast table. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’d quite like to have my pill this morning. New house rule: Since we take the meds with breakfast we might as well be honest about it, so pill bottles are now part of the plate setting. Nobody is going to forget them or they’ll feel my belt the wrong way. You thought I could hurt when I’m having fun, believe me boys, it’s nothing to what I can do when I’m pissed off.”

Mabon’s nearest to the cupboard where we keep the meds, and so goes to get them. Of course Bryn’s aren’t there, probably in his jacket pocket or somewhere.

“If you’re staying overnight here, you put your truvada with our pills. That right, Dad?”

“Sir, the truvada pills are too big and I sometimes choke on them. It’s easier to take them by myself.”

“You’ll start taking them with a glass of milk – the fat in the milk will help the pill down. Mochyn, we well enough stocked to feed six tonight?”

“Chicken satay okay, Boss? Can feed an army with that!”

“That’ll do fine. Free time till about one so I can read the papers in peace”

“Perv his way through tumblr, he means,” comes a whisper.

“Whoever said that is doing the washing up, Mabon.”

“Then I want to put a few hours in getting DVDs ready for sale. Mochyn, you’re helping me out with the DVDs. Mabon, you and Bryn are putting the covers into the cases. We’re out of stock almost and I want to build it up a bit.”

“Boss, one question? Who’s coming tonight? I’m only asking because I need to know how heavy to go on the chilli...”

“Your usual will be fine, unless Bryn’s got a sensitive mouth, in which case he can have milk instead of wine or beer.” Bryn looks puzzled. “The fat in milk dissolves the oil from the chilli whereas beer and wine don’t affect the oil. Okay, I’ll be in the office. I expect you all at one.”

Once in the study, I shut the door behind me: the signal that I am not to be disturbed for anything short of a life-threatening situation. Rather than the papers (they can wait) I go straight to chat and soon find both Ken and Jim.

“Okay for tonight guys?”

“I am, can’t speak for Ken, but are you sure of what you’re doing?”

“If you ask me you’re just wanting to slum it a bit.”

“Thanks Ken, love you too. I reckon that the boys have been getting it easy, the main focus has been on them being cumdumps and you two damn well know I go further than that!”

“Only cumdumps? I’ve seen a couple of them, not the new boy, obviously, take some pretty good beatings, and I’ve tattooed Mabon and Mochyn...”

“I’ve been taking it easy with them, and it’s about time they learned what I’m really about.”

“Expect any wimp-outs?”

“I reckon we’ll scare off Bryn: I don’t think he has the staying power. Reckon all he really cares about is getting an ass-full. Why I put him with Mabon to train him. That boy’s got potential: I’m having to punish him for disobedience or resentment already.”

“How d’you think he’ll turn out?”

“Let’s say he’s an embryonic top ”

“Mochyn?”

“Bottom. He’s turning out to be a damn good housekeeper and pretty good in the office. I don’t bother supervising him in the office and how many complaints have we had about poor service?”

“True: he’s better than you are at getting to the post office! Haven’t seen a late delivery complaint since you let him loose on the computers there”

“How about web figures? You taken anything else from Pozitive online?”

“Nope: that fake rape scene seems to be doing the trick (pardon the pun). Mind if I bring the camera tonight?”

“Fine by me. Only we’ll have to tell Bryn: the other two are used to the camera.... But not a word about what’s really happening till we get to the cellar, guys.”

“Okay, see you later...”

“As he said... ”

“Later, then, guys – and thanks. Think I’m going to have fun tonight.”

From that conversation I move to my Sunday scan of the papers. I make a point of not doing work emails on a Sunday, not out of some christian feeling, but simply the fact that I think you’re entitled to one day a week off at least, if not more.

But we need to be making more DVDs: I get the cover art for fifty copies printed off (hope the punters appreciate the paper quality!) and before long the boys are in the study.

“Just doing fifty today lads, the sauna promised to phone when they were down to ten and they haven’t, but we’ll take a load more when we next go. Fifty gives us a bit of breathing space.”

So the afternoon passes in a blur of “Operation complete” and telling the damn machine to do it again, while Mabon and Bryn stuff the DVD cases with the cover inserts and back catalogue shit inside, before putting each new DVD in its case. Boring as hell...

Then Mochyn asks permission to start on dinner (it’s tea unless we have visitors) and we step up to cover Mochyn’s loss. Finally we get to the point I wanted to be at for today.

“Mabon, Bryn, go tidy up the cellar: I want it spotless but sleazy (I decide to let a bit of the secret out) - we may be filming tonight. And Bryn, don’t looked so horrified: if you don’t want to be seen we can either hood you or you just stay behind the camera. Your decision. You know I don’t force anyone to do what they don’t want.”

“Thank you, Sir... I’ll give it what thought Mabon permits me.”

With that I go to the kitchen to watch Mochyn get dinner ready. “You okay with a camera tonight?” I ask.

“Boss, I don’t care. I’m not ashamed of who I am or what I do. But I do like the idea of guys getting off watching what I do...

I sit back and watch him constructing the satay. I know how it’s traditionally made, but I prefer my approach, which he’s adopted. “If you’re doing rice salad, do we have enough red peppers not to use any others? And fried rice might be nice: heavy on the garam masala...”

“Boss, you want to cook it yourself, you cook it yourself. Otherwise leave an artist to his work!”

Gods! A weakness! But then I’d’ve said the same.

“As you were, Mrs Beeton... Maybe we ought to do our own version of Kitchen Wars sometime,” I grinned.

“If you want your ass whupped, Boss,” comes the unknowing reply, which I ignore.

“Guests at seven, eat at about half past. Doable?” He nods.

“White wine cooled? Cellar freezer stocked?”

“Wine in the fridge Boss, Mabon and Bryn will sort out downstairs. Is there something going on? You seem a bit on edge today...”

“You’ll find out in due course.” I move behind him and hold him to me. “Meanwhile, you’re putting everything you can into tonight’s dinner. I’ll be in the living room if I’m needed. Oh, and I want the three of you dressed for sex before our guests arrive.”

I glance at the clock – only an hour or so before Jim and Ken turn up. Might as well sleep: I don’t expect much tonight. And if I don’t get changed it’ll confuse the boys all the more. There’s part of me just that bit worried about tonight: I know how far Ken and Jim can go and it’s been a long time...

It seems like only minutes, but I’m woken by the front doorbell. I struggle to reach a reasonable state of consciousness and somehow get there before Mochyn ushers Ken and Jim into the living room, and then ducks out to get the wine. When he returns he’s even resurrected the ice bucket.

“Everything on schedule?”

“Ready to eat in 30 minutes, Boss, though I’ll have to be in and out of the kitchen...”

“A proper greeting for our guests, then make sure Mabon and Bryn have got changed and tell them to come in here. Bring another bottle of wine and three more glasses.”

Mochyn kneels before each of them and kisses both pairs of boots before disappearing. He’s obviously tipped off Mabon and Bryn as each goes to kiss the two pairs of boots before going to sit down.

“Oi! Floor!” They both sit crossed legged and Mochyn comes in with more wine and three more glasses, topping up Jim’s, Ken’s and mine before pouring for the boys and himself – another bottle all but dead. He kneels on the floor near to the door and keeps checking his watch, while Jim, Ken and I talk shop. Mochyn keeps going to the kitchen and returning to his previous spot.

“Reminds me – Bryn: your thinking time’s up. You okay with the camera?”

“Yes, Sir”

One possible problem out of the way. We resume the shop talk and before long Mochyn announces dinner. We eat slowly, too busy arguing about what to do for the next DVD, whether to do a cut price compilation or another focussed DVD. Mochyn’s done his usual excellent job with the food, but all three boys are ill at ease, given that I haven’t changed and Jim and Ken are dressed for a night in the bar. Conversation continues over beer for some time after we’ve finished eating.

I tap Jim’s foot under the table. “You three: in the cellar. I want you blindfolded, standing against the rear wall feel apart hands behind your backs.” They look to me for confirmation and as I nod slightly Jim half-shouts “Now!”

We hear the cellar door close and Ken looks at me: “Are you still sure you want to do this?”

“Yep. I want them to step up a level or two. If they know that the Boss can take it that’ll sort of ‘encourage’ them. Besides it’s an excuse for me to switch for a night. I think I’m going to have a better time than they are. Don’t take them past their limits – that’s my job”.

Outside the cellar I strip and hand the collar I’d hidden there to Jim, who puts it around my neck. Shit, but it feels strange: only goes to show how long it is since I last bottomed. The boys try to hide a flinch as we enter the cellar. Ken goes to stand near them while Ken and I face each other. He places his hands on my shoulders and forces me down to my knees, then pushes my face to his boot. As I start licking, Jim removes the boys’ blindfolds. I hear their gasps and Jim moves me over to his boots.

“I’ve heard the gossip about two of you down the gym,” says Ken, “reckoning you’re onto an easy time. Poz down there has decided you’re going to step up a level: tonight you’re going to see what the future holds for you. You,” he points at Mabon “put a pair of wrist restraints on him, then back to your place. And you,” pointing at Mochyn, “get four of the special ice cubes out of the fridge.”

Once the restraints are on, Ken grabs my collar and ‘encourages’ me to a standing position. He eyes the various lengths of chain hanging from the ceiling and clips the restraints to the ones that suit his purpose. From my position in the cellar I know which whip he’s brought with. Jim has the “ice” cubes in his hand and patiently works them into my ass. “That’ll do for starters...”

Jim steps back out of the way of Ken’s swing, and Ken starts over my shoulders, quite gently. I’d been bracing myself, but allow myself to relax somewhat, concentrating on keeping the melting cum in my ass and acutely aware that I’m getting a hardon. Jim is behind the boys again, sometimes tweaking a nipple, fingering a hole, or playing with a dick. Ken takes it up a level and it starts to fuckin’ hurt. I find myself regulating my breathing, centring myself in bottom space.

I gasp when the whip lands somewhere I didn’t expect it: I know Ken’s usual pattern and he’s throwing me off balance by sometimes varying it. Up another level and it’s getting hard to keep my breathing right. Part of me wonders if that’s sweat or blood running down my back: he’s going harder than he ever did when he and Jim were training me. At the same time I feel a trickle of melted cum slip down my leg.

He stops. I work at normalising my breathing and feel a butt plug pressing against my ass. As I push back against it I realise I’ve lost my hardon. Jim notices the same thing and wraps a soft leather thong round my cock and balls, before twisting the two ends around each other to separate my balls and knotting the thong tightly around my cock. The butt plug finally completes its journey into my ass as Jim finishes the knot.

Ken starts using a paddle on my ass while Jim starts on the clothes pegs, building a line from each nipple down to my crotch, then from my nipples towards my pits and down my inner arms. My breathing is getting ragged between the sudden pain of the paddle and the slow constant pain of the pegs. I manage a brief look at the boys, standing there in silence as instructed. Bryn looks halfway horrified, Mabon and Mochyn are fascinated, though the thought occurs for different reasons.

A bottle of poppers to my nose and one nostril blocked. I inhale greedily, not knowing how many belts I’ll be allowed. Five, it turns out. Then Ken changes to a doubled over belt. After six or so strokes of that, Jim says “hold still and you can have some more poppers” and holds the bottle in place as before. I know I can’t take much more of Ken’s beating. Six belts of poppers this time. Jim gives them time to hit properly and Ken ends the beating (for now?). I finally howl in pain: while he was putting the pegs in place I hadn’t noticed that they were going over a thin cord and Jim has just taken the lot off in a few seconds, simply by pulling at each end of the two cords at once. The blood rushing into where the skin had been clamped together is fast and intense.

Ken turns to the boys and points at Bryn. “You! Three beers now then back to your place.” Ken and Jim get about half way down their bottles before one of them pushes the third into my mouth and forces me to drink. I’m so busy concentrating on not dribbling that I barely register the other unclipping the restraints until my wrists are clipped together behind my back. I hadn’t realised how sore the position was making my shoulders.

I’m pushed to my knees as Ken gets his dick out. I lunge forwards to take it in my mouth and find that I don’t get to suck, just swallow his piss. Then Jim’s turn. Shit, but my stomach feels full now. Ken shoves his forearms under my pits to lift me to standing again and unclips the restraints. I’m dragged over to the sling, positioned against it and pushed back into it. Ken clips the wrist restraints to the supporting chain while Jim restrains my ankles. More poppers...

I hear a click that doesn’t make sense, while Jim is playing with the butt plug in my ass. I feel myself getting hard again, and suddenly I understand the click – a lighter - as hot wax burns my nipple. With Jim fucking me with the butt plug, Ken carefully moves from side to side dripping the wax onto my chest and belly, varying the drop to change its landing temperature. Ken stands away for a moment so that Jim can give me more poppers.

Once he’s screwed the cap on the bottle I hear the tearing of paper. I’m too shit-faced to care. Ken shoves his dick in my mouth: “hurt me, and you’ll get hurt ten times worse.” I’m concentrating on sucking his dick when Jim takes a pinch of flesh at the base of my dick. I fall still because I’ve figured out what’s coming next. Sure enough, Jim gently pushes a needle through the pinched skin. Another sound of paper tearing, another pinch of flesh, and the almost non-pain of a needle going through the flesh of my cock. He carries on till I’ve got a ladder of needles through my dick, stopping just short of the head.

Ken begins fucking my mouth in earnest, while Jim plays with the butt plug always returning it to its widest point. My dick feels like it can’t get any harder and the needles begin to hurt. I feel a drop of pre-cum land on my belly, at which point Jim pulls the butt plug and starts teasing my hole with the head of his dick, then gently slides into my ready lubed ass. The butt plus has stretched sufficiently that I can take his dick with little bother. With each thrust in, my dick twitches causing a fresh wave of pain. Ken pulls out of my mouth and gives Jim the poppers. Once he’s finished I get them. Jim holds still as I sniff.

As soon as the bottle is away from me he starts pounding my ass and within a minute, with a final deep thrust, he cums in me. As soon as he pulls out Ken is inside me. With his thicker dick he’s a bit more of a challenge, and my cock hurts all the more for the extra thickness as it strains in response to his fucking me. It’s almost a relief when he cums and pulls out. He and Jim take it in turns to pull out a needle from my dick. I barely noticed them going through the skin, but I sure notice them now.

“One last little surprise for you...” and they beckon first Bryn, then Mochyn, and finally Mabon to fuck me. While Mabon is fucking me, Mochyn wanks me. After Mabon has added his cum to the mess inside me he keeps his dick in me while Mochyn brings me off, oblivious to the fact that there’s the occasional spot of blood. I lie back exhausted while Ken and Jim release me from the sling. Remembering their orders from when they trained me, I’m immediately on the floor to kiss each of their boots to say “thank you, Sir” and so formally end the scene.

I stand up again and hug both men and whisper my thanks again, this time as a friend not a sub. “Just hope it accomplishes what you wanted...” says Jim, and Ken adds “We’ll leave you to sort out this mess.” They leave grinning and in less than a minute I hear the front door close.

“Okay, upstairs. This lot can wait till morning...”

Epilogue: a month later...

Well, it certainly sorted out who wants what. Of the three of them only Mochyn wants to go further. Mabon wants to go a little further, but as a top, and sometimes acts as junior top when Mochyn and I play. The three of us still sleep together most of the time and I’m pretty sure that Mabon and Mochyn have the occasional play, just as Mabon and I do.

That night kinda scared Bryn: he saw things he hadn’t thought happened and he doesn’t want to go as far as I did that night, but the interest is there; he’s a frequent visitor. When he stays over he and Mabon have the spare room, something that started that night as there was no way I was going to try and sleep with four in a bed.

Though I was kicking myself (or would have been if I weren’t so sore) about it afterwards, I’m glad we forgot about the camera. Keeps it between the six of us...

[Arcaner]

Thank you.  Amazing story.