The Ballard Brotherhood

[chunkychains]

The silence that followed after I had finished speaking felt like it might last forever, and after watching Dad for a reaction I began nervously looking around at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were both just staring down at the floor, but Bret caught my eye and gave me a small smile and a nod to tell me I had done well. He had his hands resting on his lap and was tapping his thumbs together, showing me how nervous he was really.

“Ed” the therapist said, “would you like to go to the Reflection Room?”

She had told us they had a room at the centre that some of the patients made use of to think or meditate, and that Dad had found helpful after his initial resistance to the idea.

“No” he said, staring at the floor, “I’m OK.”

He then looked up at me and stared, before turning to Bret and doing the same. His gaze then fell on each of the twins, who didn’t look up themselves but they still began shifting around in their chairs as though they knew he was staring at them. Finally Dad turned back to me.

“Luke” he said, taking a deep breath, “thank you. I know that took a lot of courage.”

I could see the therapist nod a little bit while looking at my father, and realised he was probably using lines that he had learned, particularly as he didn’t sound like himself.

“That is a lot to take in” he said. “A fuck lot to take in.”

“I know” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK” he said. “I, er, guess this explains all the silver. Still thought you was all dealing.”

“We don’t do any drugs Dad” Bret said. “I promise.”

“I believe you son” he said. “The other thing I couldn’t fucking get my head around was how you boys all suddenly stopped being such cunts to each other, and now I know that too.”

“We were all just trying to hide who we were from everyone” Bret said.

“From ourselves too” Kane quietly added.

“I know that son” he said to K. “You know I get it.”

I saw Kane’s eyes get a bit wet, and Kieron decided to ignore our earlier decision to minimise physical contact or affection in front of Dad until we knew how he was going to respond to what we had to say to him. Kieron shuffled his chair closer to Kane’s, and put his arm round his twin’s shoulders. Dad just stared at them as Kieron leaned over and whispered something in Kane’s ear, and Kane nodded before looking up at Dad.

“You really do love each other, don’t you?” Dad said to them.

“Yes” Kieron responded, tears forming in his eyes now too. “We do.”

Dad turned to me, and then looked at Bret.

“And you two?”

“Dad” Bret said, before taking a deep breath. “I know it’s fucking weird, or even sick, but Luke is everything to me. I mean fucking everything. When the army kicked me out I was so fucking angry and ashamed and sad or whatever. And at home I only felt fucking worse because I couldn’t handle how he was making me feel. It’s hard to explain…”

He trailed off, and we sat there in silence again as a group.

“Bret” the therapist said, “I think it is important that you speak your truth here today. Can I suggest you close your eyes and just imagine you’re talking to me.”

After Bret nodded I leaned over and took his hand, and he closed his eyes and lifted his head so he was sitting up straight. He then started to talk, revealing things he’d never even told me before. He had come home feeling angry, ashamed, bitter, betrayed, but most of all he was scared. But the minute he saw me for the first time in ages, he had also got rattled because of how adult I had started looking, how my muscles had grown, and how confident I had become. He had never seen or thought of any of us as anything but his younger brothers, focusing his lust and frustrated desires on Justin, some of the other sporty guys at school, and even some of the teachers. But despite how much of a bully and a cunt he could be to me, he also felt really protective and would have punched out anyone from outside the family who messed with me. When he saw me again after such a long time away, that protective thing rapidly turned into something else, and once we had come out to him he couldn’t hold it back.

“I always felt like I had to protect Luke” he said, as he finished up, “even though I did a shit job of it. But now, what I feel like is that Luke protects me. I know I’m bigger and shit, but it’s like I only feel safe and happy knowing Luke’s there and that I’m his. I know I act like I’m some fucking alpha moron, but it is just an act Dad. I’ve always been scared, mostly of who I am, and with Luke I just don’t feel scared anymore. I love Justin, I do, but if we’re on the sofa or lying in bed and Luke has his arms round me, that is the only time I fucking feel like I am being me and that it’s OK.”

I sat staring at Bret, not sure what to say. He opened his eyes and tears began to fall out of them straight away, but I stayed where I was holding his hand. Kieron took his arm off Kane’s shoulder and got up, standing behind Bret and then leaning over to put his arms round his older brother to comfort him.

“Dad?” Kane said.

I looked over at Dad, and he was openly weeping. I then turned back to Bret, and he looked me deep in the eyes.

“I love you Luke” he said, his lip trembling.

At that moment I burst into tears, and just gripped Bret’s hand tighter as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Dad standing there looking down at me with a warm smile on his face as the tears continued to fall.

“For fuck’s sake go and kiss the man who loves you son” he said.

We were all a mess when we left the centre, but it was over, it was all out, and it could not have gone better. Dad said it would take some time for him to deal with it all, but through tears, sobbing and smiles, he made sure that we understood he did not judge us. He said he did not care about us being HIV positive, and was just glad we weren’t doing drugs. He told us that he was as proud as a father could be that we were all so able and willing to love other people, not just each other but also the other guys in our lives. Even his therapist looked a bit emotional at one point, but got herself together to discuss next steps with us all before we left. She suggested we come back regularly from now on, whether alone, in couples or as a group, so we could carry on working on it all. She recommended Justin, Jonas and Pavel be brought along to meet him, which he said he was looking forward to so he could meet the other men we loved. He asked to say one last thing before the session ended, and went on to tell us that he was definitely gay, that he wanted to love, and that we were a big part of helping him realise that. We were all dehydrated from the crying that followed.

That night was one of those where the normal sex was replaced with brothers needing to just be held by their lovers. The twins went into Dad’s bed to just be together with their hunky builders, while Justin held me tightly from behind while I did the same to an often-sobbing Bret. I never wanted to let go of him, nor did I want Justin to ever let me out of his arms. Bret needed me to protect him from nothing in particular, and I realised I got the same from the musclebound policeman behind me even though it had not occurred to me before. But it all made sense now, realising how much of the time with Bret involved me being the top, the big spoon, the protector. I loved it, but now knew that my lack of jealousy over the bond he shared with Justin was because the musclebound policeman and me had something of our own. He was my protector, my rock, and actually always had been even when I was a younger teenager and slightly worshipping the guy.

The next day the three of us went into town early, going to the jewellers where Bret had bought the matching rings we wore. With a huge extra charge for speed paid, the three of us went off to browse the clothes shops, have lunch together and even catch a film, before we went back near to closing time. A J had been added before the BLB on our existing rings, and a new one had been made with the same engraving and then dipped in gold. Bret did not give a shit what the woman who had served us thought as he slipped it onto Justin’s finger, before embracing his old friend in a long embrace. Outside on the street me and Justin also held each other, before we hailed a cab and went home. We all had to quickly change and get to work, but in the early hours of the morning when Justin finally got back from being on duty, despite how tired we were we made love in every position and combination possible. We drifted off to sleep near dawn, Justin inside me and me inside Bret. Throughout Sunday morning we kept going back to bed, unable to resist the urge to keep bonding with each other, and spent the rest of the time talking more openly and honestly with each other than we had done in a long time. The twins or the builders would occasionally appear in the kitchen or bathroom, but the four of them were otherwise in Dad’s room with the door closed the whole time. From the sounds I occasionally heard, it was clear that Jonas and Pavel were no longer exclusively bottoms in the fourway relationship.

There was no repeat of the pre-dawn sex that night, all of us knowing we had to be on top form later for the big gloryhole gangbang. I kind of wanted to just carry on spending time with my lovers, but we had committed to playing our part with the students. There were only going to be four of them taking part, as Shane had texted me that morning to say he had a feverish, shivering boyfriend passed out on his bed, though I suspected Zac might still have bailed as he had made it clear he wanted to know the guy he had fallen in love with was the one who had pozzed him. He had got his wish, and Shane was clearly pleased about it too. I felt really good about having introduced them to each other.

We spent the day chilling out, and all went to Bret’s gym to work out a bit. He had shifted to a day shift and was working that afternoon, but to help him and Will maintain his energy we all did a bit of time in the storeroom with them. Fortunately the two Turks did not show up, nor did any other members who wanted to be bred themselves, and we avoided any of us getting tired out by sharing the loads. The owner actually took the twins off to use himself for a bit, which they seemed to enjoy. Once Bret was off the clock we all relaxed in the steam room and sauna, and then headed home to get ready. Grant wanted us in athletic shorts with no underwear, and would have us all topless so our biohazards were on full display, so we just threw on hoodies and tracksuit bottoms over our shorts for the journey. Pavel, Jonas, Gheorghe and Will all came over, and then we went off to pick up the Ubers we had booked. By that point I was into it, and could not wait to see the hunky students’s arses on display and ready to be bred…

[chunkychains]

Once we were at the warehouse we all got undressed in a small office at the front and left our clothes there. Dressed only in our trains, shorts and chains, we made our way into the main room where the four hunky students were talking to Grant while holding beers and smoking cigarettes. They were just in jockstraps and flip-flops, and looked more relaxed than I had expected them to be.

“Boys” I said, approaching them, “you ready?”

“Fuck yeah” replied Dean, as they all turned to face us.

“We’ve been fucking the shit out of each other thinking about this” laughed Finn.

“So you’re ready to get pozzed?” Bret asked.

“Fucking desperate for it” Jamie said.

“Don’t know what you fucking did to us or slipped in our drinks” chuckled Anthony, “but we all want this to happen.”

“They just unlocked who you really are, like they did with me” Justin said. “Feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it?”

Some of the other men who were taking part began to arrive, all casually dressed and most actually keeping a tank top or T-shirt on. I recognised most of them from other scenes we had done, and knew the students would be in for a fucking awesome night. Grant decided it was time to begin, so he got most of the guys to clear out to the side of the room and remain silent. Once the cameras were rolling, us four brothers each got a student into the missionary gloryholes and strapped in their legs on the outside. We then went round to the back access for the cells and got their wrists into the cuffs in each of them, all being filmed from the cameras installed above and looking down. Grant had said we would release them from the wrist restraints later in the shoot, but he wanted them properly trussed up for the first bit. Before we got on with filming the sex, each of us brothers helped our student smoke a final cigarette and drink some water, and then it was time to begin.

We slid into the student we had helped into position, and began to fuck. But we then started swapping round, all having a go with each of them. But as we could feel our first orgasms brewing, we went back to our starting positions while the other men began to walk into the scene. I was with Finn, and as I accelerated he begged for my load from within the cell. I roared as I blew, hearing Kane doing the same to Anthony from the other end of the line of gloryholes. As soon as I pulled back, a tall older guy with biohazards on both shoulders stepped up and rammed his cock into Finn, going straight into a frenetic fuck that I could tell the student was both loving and struggling with. There were soon four of the new arrivals ramming the students, while us brothers stood round one of the bar tables drinking beers, smoking cigarettes and recovering from the first breedings. Grant was OK with whispered conversations in the room, or louder ones between the tops and bottoms at the actual gloryholes, and it was actually pretty great to have quiet chats with the various men in between our turns with the upturned holes.

Grant beckoned us brothers over after a while and quietly told us it was time to go and release the students from the wrist cuffs. He said he wanted it all on film, and that we should get the lads to suck our cocks a bit in between them getting a much needed cigarette and drink of water. We did as he asked, going back to our original students to release them, and I had to stop myself from laughing at how completely fucked-out Finn looked lying in there. His body was rocking back and forth despite him being on his back, meaning the guy inside him was really going for it. I released his cuffs, gave him a sip of water, and then lit up two cigarettes and passed one to him. I pulled my hard cock out of my shorts and put it against the side of his head, and he turned to start taking licks and sucks of it in between puffs of his cig. He looked damn hot, and I actually felt a bit jealous at the pounding he was clearly taking from the guy outside.

The lads stayed in the cells for several hours, until Grant decided he wanted a final orgy out on the main area with the four of them being bent over and spitroasted. He said he was fine with mixing things up a bit as well, as long as all loads went into the students. That allowed for all of us brothers to enjoy being fucked while we bred the boys again, for a few of the men to try out Gheorghe’s girthy cock, and for Justin and Will to both lean against the wall and get pounded by numerous guys who were building themselves up to breed the lads again. Pavel and Jonas worked between the lads, sucking their cocks as they were gangbanged, with the builders often taking a cock up their hole at the same time while they were down on all fours. I would have loved a load or two, but was happy to just have my hole getting used as it allowed me to get hard again more quickly. By the night’s end, I think the four sets of Ballard balls had been drained dry into those students.

We went home exhausted, but knew from Grant’s excitement that this film was going to be big once it was edited and posted. That was going to take time as so many cameras had been used, and he gave us his blessing to now just get on with converting the lads. However, we had come up with another idea by that point, and discussed it with Grant to make sure he was OK with it. He was, and so the following Monday we all got to Bret’s gym just before closing time and then waited outside. Once the last customers were gone, we went in and the owner locked the door behind us. Pretty soon we were in the main workout room, filming on our phones as the owner joined us in fucking the students as the lads lifted weights or used other bits of gym equipment. For instance, at one point Kieron and Kane sat on a couple of exercise bikes, and Dean and Jamie cycled at a fast pace while thrusting their eager holes up and down on the twins’ cocks. Everything we filmed was going to be used for a series of promotional shorts for the main gangbang movie, with the owner only wanting all the raw footage for himself to jerk off over in private as his payment for using the gym.

Over the course of a couple of days the following week, all four of the students came down with the fuck flu. We all dropped in at different times to help Zac and Shane to care for them, usually taking the opportunity to fuck a load or two more into the converting lads, and then when they had recovered they all got to fuck their first poz loads into a Ballard. I took Dean’s, and he proved that he was just as good a top as he was a cumdump bottom. Zac and Shane were even more deeply into each other and only really interested in the occasional bit of fun with us or the other housemates outside of their own relationship, but the four newly-pozzed guys had their sights set on what sounded like a conquest of the whole campus before they graduated. We all laughed at their plans, assuming it was just fantasy, but a few months later the local press was covering a spike in infection rates at the university that had caused the administrators to roll out a new campaign and draft in a load of counsellors and sexual health medics to try to promote condoms and use of prep. What made me laugh the most was the casual mention in one paper of “amongst staff and students”, where others had only covered the student population.

“What can I say?” Jamie said to me when I called him about it. “There’s some fucking hot lecturers there.”

But before all that broke in the press, things moved on significantly for the Ballards. Dad was released from the centre, and events unfolded in a way I had never predicted…

[swissmec]

to great chapters! thx,   isn‘t there missing a part in beetween .  the last chapter before today ended and then we do not know how the conversation with their dad started….

[kitpig]

GReat to hear the brothers keep going strong, and that talking to their Dad appears to have helped the therapy.... but that last sentence... talk about keeping us gripped 😄

[sleazebugga]

So enjoying this story and looking forward to the next bit...

[negchaserlooking]

Such a hot fucking story.

[Docebrown]

Another terrific story from Chunkychains. Have blasted a few loads while readingabout the pozzing and gang breeding😆

[SpermBank4you]

Totally hot story! Wished I grew up around those boys. 😈🍆💦🍑🧬☣️

[chunkychains]

Dad looked a little relieved to see the flat again, but was also kind of sad. He sat on his bed for a while just looking out of the window, having bolted from the lounge barely 30 seconds after going in there.

“I think I’d like to see the other place” he said, when I went in to sit with him.

“OK” I replied. “You sure?”

“Yeah” he said. “I need to.”

I went out and spoke to Lorraine, the woman from the centre who had driven him over, and then I fetched dad and the three of us went down to her car. There was no need to drive really, but she said they’d go back straight after and it made sense to have her car nearby. Dad sat in the back on the way, silently staring out of the window while I gave directions through the estate’s fucking stupid road layout. When we arrived Dad got out and looked around, probably being a little familiar with this side of the estate but not much more than that. I walked them over the block and up in the lift, and then opened the door to the nearly-finished flat.

The transformation in Dad was immediate. He went in and did a full 360, looking at how bright and modern the place was. He darted off to the guest bedroom, then back to the master and finally the bathroom. After coming back out and looking around the open-plan living room and kitchen, he walked over to the balcony door and went outside. Lorraine and I stood and looked at him as he leant on the railing and took in the view.

“I think we have a winner” Lorraine said.

“Yeah” I replied, “I think we do.”

I was a bit torn inside, on one hand feeling a little sad that we brothers were now unlikely to be moving in here, but on the other being happy to see Dad clearly liking what he saw. I had expected this, knowing in my gut that after all the work they had done with him at the centre, his old home where all the mental health issues had arisen was going to be problematic to be back inside again. I had told him we could do the whole place up, but seeing him out there on the balcony, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he stood in the breeze and looked out at a totally different view than we had from the windows in the other place, he needed more of a change than a few coats of paint on a wall could deliver.

I went outside and stood next to him, feeling the warmth of the sun against the chill of the air. The view was nice here, with the estate right there but also the lake, the city beyond down the hill, and even a bit of countryside in the distance.

“Are you sure about this son?” he asked, telling me indirectly that this is where he wanted to be.

“Yes Dad” I said. “Completely fucking sure.”

“I can’t…” he said, before stopping.

“You can’t what, Dad?” I asked.

“I can’t believe you’d do this for me after everything” he said. “This should be your home.”

“Listen Dad” I said, taking a deep breath before I said something I had sort of been practicing for a couple of days. “I’m sure about this. I am. When I found out Stan and Winston had left me this place, it felt like I’d found the answer to a big problem. They’d given me a way to escape, for all four of us to escape, so we could be happy together. But since K came up with this other plan, I’ve realised that this place is not meant to be an escape for us brothers. It’s meant to be a place for you to begin again, to be yourself without all those fucking memories and nightmares punching you in the face every day, and for you to have a chance to be healthy and happy again. That is the gift I can now see Stan and Winston gave us. Not somewhere for us brothers, but somewhere safe for you.”

Dad began to quietly sob, and I put my arm around him. He turned and I took him into a full-blown hug, letting him openly cry against my shoulder. We didn’t need to say anything else, as the decision had been made. This would be Dad’s home, and we Ballard brothers would now focus on turning the old flat into something new for the four of us and our other partners. It not only made sense, but it just felt right.

Once Dad had recovered, Lorraine checked he was OK and then suggested they should go back to the centre. He was likely going to be discharged in a few days, and I suggested we could maybe take him out a couple more times beforehand to choose the furniture he would need for moving in. She agreed that was a good idea but would discuss with his therapist, and then they left. I spent a little bit of time in the flat after that, just kind of saying a final goodbye to that dream I’d had of living there, and then I left too so that I could get to the Dragon for my shift. I messaged everyone on the way to let them know the decision, and while the initial responses suggested everyone was feeling a pang of sadness about it, as I checked my phone a few times during my shift it had all turned into making plans for starting the renovation of what would now be our ongoing home. I separately messaged Bret to say we needed to make an appointment with a housing officer before anything else happened, just so we could try to make sure there weren’t going to be any nasty surprises from the Council related to Dad moving out. We chatted about that later on once we were both home, and then once Justin got back from a tiring stint on duty, the three of us enjoyed some gentle and tender sex before we went to sleep.

The next few days were dominated by preparations for Dad’s discharge, including a final push by Gheorghe, Pavel and Jonas to finish all the work. K&K took the lead on taking Dad to IKEA and a couple of other places to choose furniture, which he apparently got really into and was waiting excitedly for them to turn up at the centre on each day to take him out shopping. They also did some clothes shopping with him, both because he seemed to be embracing change but also because of the weight he’d lost while at the centre. Being off the booze, eating healthily and being encouraged to work out at least once a day by the centre’s physical therapist had done wonders for his body, killing off a beer gut that had been threatening to form and also giving him some really nice tone to his arms and chest. Me and Bret got on with the Council issue, managing to get a fast-track appointment with a housing officer as part of the discharge process for Dad. The lady we saw was called Amma, a no-nonsense motherly Ghanaian who was somehow  able to maintain a big smile and laugh a lot despite how depressing her job must be. After going over our case she was confident we would be able to stay put given we were brothers, it was already our home, and the fact that four single men living in a three-bedroom flat would not breach any of the rules about underutilisation of the Council’s housing stock. We agreed it was best if it went into Bret’s name as the oldest, and she got the wheels in motion to begin the means-testing that would be needed to have him be the one on their list rather than Dad. There was clearly going to be a lot of bureaucracy to go through, but the two of us left feeling more confident that it would be worth starting the renovations.

Lorraine was the one to bring Dad to his new flat when he was finally discharged, and we were all there sitting on the floor building the last items of furniture that had been delivered a day late. Pavel and Jonas were already off starting a new job Gheorghe had won in another flat on the estate, but he was still with us and busy painting in the guest bedroom as he had not been happy with some of the finishing. The furniture in Dad’s bedroom was done and the sofabed and armchairs had been delivered for the living room, so we were just trying to get the coffee table, bookshelves and TV stand built when he arrived. Lorraine suggested he go and unpack, while Bret and I joined her at the kitchen table to go through all the documents we had to countersign as he was officially being handed over to us as family carers. His therapist had called me the day before and talked for a long time about what all this meant in theory versus what she envisaged it would actually entail, while reassuring me Dad would be getting weekly visits from a case worker as well as being required to attend a combination of individual and group therapy sessions at the community centre over on the Challen Estate. Everything seemed straightforward, and we had loosely agreed our own plans for ensuring Dad was taken care of as well as being given the space to learn to live by himself again without relying on alcohol.

Once we were done and Lorraine had left, I went into Dad’s room to check on him but he wasn’t there and nor was he in the bathroom. Then I heard quiet speaking from the guest bedroom, and went over to the door to find him and Gheorghe talking to each other. This was the first time they had met, and I was immediately hit by the sense that I was seeing a spark between two people. It was one of those things that you couldn’t really pin down, but the way they were looking at each other, the little smiles as they talked, and the glances towards each others’ muscles that I noticed they were taking were unmistakable. This is not something I had even considered as a possibility, and I just stood there in stunned silence. Neither of them had reacted to me being in the doorway, and I eventually backed away and left them to it. I went back to the kitchen and threw myself into unpacking the boxes of crockery that had arrived, my mind racing a bit. It wasn’t so much the Gheorghe thing as it was that I had properly realised my father would be openly gay now, and that there would be a man or men as part of that. Despite all the conversations, this was the first time I had actually thought about it in real terms.

Justin came by later in his uniform, on a quick break from duty, and he stopped into the guest bedroom to say hello to my Dad who was now helping Gheorghe with the paintwork. When Justin came back out of the room after just a minute or two, he glanced back in again and the expression on his face told me he must have noticed what I had. When he said his goodbyes and left, I hurried after him.

“What did you think of Dad?” I asked, as we rode the lift down.

“He’s looking fitter and healthier than I’ve ever seen him” Justin replied.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“Dunno” he said. “He seemed to just want to get back to painting with Gheorghe so he didn’t say much.”

“Yeah” I said. “I, er, thought I saw something between them earlier.”

“You did?” he asked.

“Yeah, like a spark or something” I replied. “Hard to say, but there was something.”

“Well OK” said Justin, smiling. “I thought he just didn’t want to talk to me because I arrested him so many times and am now fucking two of his sons.”

“His sons are fucking each other and he’s OK with that, so I think you’re fine” I said, grinning at him. “Also, he was so fucking wasted whenever you had to arrest him that he won’t remember it was you.”

We got out of the lift and went outside.

“So, your dad and Gheorghe” he said, as I lit up a cigarette.

“Yeah” I replied, “or maybe. I dunno.”

“You OK with that if it is a thing?” he asked, before taking my cigarette from me for a puff and then handing it back.

“Er, yeah, I guess so” I said. “I mean, Dad’s like ten years older at least, but Gheorghe’s a great guy. If there’s something there then I’d be happy it was with someone good. But what about you?”

“Me?” Justin asked.

“Well, yeah” I said. “I mean, you and Gheorghe were going at each other like fucking maniacs before. Won’t it be weird if your father-in-law then hooks up with the guy?”

Justin started laughing, actually having to wipe tears away from his eyes as he started to get back in control of himself again.

“What’s so fucking funny?” I asked, grinning at him.

“Us” he said. “This family. Even fucking Jerry Springer has never seen shit like this before.”

He started laughing again, and this time I joined in. He was right. This family was fucking mental when you stopped and thought about it. Not only were the brothers all fucking each other, there were three extra men involved in the whole big loving mess. Now we were here talking about the possibility of the father getting it on with a guy who employed two of the family’s extra lovers, had been pozzed by the third one, and had at some point both fucked and been fucked by all the sons. You couldn’t make this shit up.

“But no” said Justin, when we calmed down. “No issues for me. Gheorghe is indeed a great guy, and he and I were just satisfying physical needs we had at that time. I’d actually be very happy if your Dad found something with him.

“You would?” I asked.

“Yeah, I would” said Justin. “I know from the shit I’ve seen that a good relationship can be what saves people from falling back into things they depended on before. Like, not just from having someone to support and look out for them, but someone who helps them recover their self-esteem and self-worth. I reckon that’s just what your Dad needs.”

There were times when Justin’s worldliness took me by surprise, when I got a glimpse into everything he had seen and experienced being in the police. Like, everyone thought I was the most with-it of the Ballards even though I was the youngest, but Justin kept showing me that he was really the rock in our whole unorthodox household. I fell in love with him a little more every time he quietly revealed things like this, showing just how perceptive he was about the world. I demonstrated how he made me feel by moving closer to him and grabbing the front of his uniform, leaning up for a deep kiss. He was on duty and out in the open, but he no longer cared about holding back if the moment was right. He kissed me back, and then gave me a big smile as we parted.

“I love you” I said.

“You know I love you too” he replied.

He headed back off to meet up with his colleague, and after finishing my cigarette I went back upstairs. I looked round at my brothers all hunched over as they focused on their tasks, and then I went over to the guest bedroom and looked in on my Dad as he continued to help Gheorghe paint while the two of them chatted about Romania. This time I just smiled, and then I took myself back to the kitchen to continue unpacking. My mind was still a rollercoaster, but Justin was right, there was only upside if indeed something was happening with those two. We would just have to step back and see how it all played out…

[chunkychains]

With Dad’s flat done, Gheorghe moved on to starting work on ours. He had been really impressed with Dad’s attention to detail on the painting they did together, and as a result my father now had a job for the first time since the factory closed. By that point Bret had also noticed the spark between Dad and Gheorghe, and had also benefited from Justin giving his thoughts on it all. We weren’t sure about K&K, and agreed to only talk to them about it if things did seem to be moving in that direction.

We agreed a plan for dealing with the flat, ploughing a load of the money from Stan and Winston’s life insurance into it to just do it properly now that we had confirmation from the Council that we could stay. The bathroom was the most difficult part of it, and we decided that while it was out of use we would have to live elsewhere. Justin had come out to his mum, and she was actually happy to find out he was with Bret as he had always been nice to her as a teenager even if he was a bastard to the rest of us. She said it was fine for the two of them to stay in Justin’s room at her flat, and while I did get a little pang of jealousy at that, they assured me they would still give me plenty of attention the rest of the time. The rest of us would stay at Dad’s, with the twins bunking in together in the guest bedroom and me sleeping on the sofabed. Pavel and Jonas were also a little huffy about this, so more promises of rampant sex during the day had to be made there too.

The Moldovans would be working on our place, alongside subcontractors for the plumbing and a few other jobs. Gheorghe’s new guys were called Bogdan and Mihai, and they both just oozed sex with their tight muscled bodies, angular jawlines and shaved heads. They did sort of look a bit alike, but not so much that they appeared related and more that it was like they’d just come off the same hunky sex god production line. They were unashamed in every way, and it was really fucking appealing. With Justin and Bret being less available to me for a while, I was quite happy to instead go round to check on the work regularly and then be vigorously spit-roasted by the pair of poz studs while I was there. I also got plenty of opportunities to unload in their eager holes, though we had to make sure not too much time was wasted as there was actual work to be done. On one occasion I went round to be there for the delivery of the components for the shower cubicle we were having installed, only to find it had arrived early. The Moldovans had taken care of it, and they were now taking care of the delivery driver too. The biohazard on the guy’s right buttock at least reassured me he was willing, as I watched him swallow Mihai’s full length while Bogdan ploughed his arse. I took some video and sent it to Grant, suggesting he may want to meet them as they would be a hit on camera. I didn’t think the driver would do too badly either, as not only was he clearly a great bottom but it looked like he was packing. I sent Grant a follow-up message a little while later to confirm the guy was a good top, while he ploughed me over the kitchen counter.

That counter was ripped out the next day, as we had managed to line up a company to install a new kitchen while the bathroom was being done. Mrs Harden next door was happy to let the workmen use her bathroom if they needed to in exchange for help replacing the lino in her bathroom, which I paid for and got the Moldovans to do once we had a working bathroom of our own again. Even with just those two rooms done, the flat felt so much nicer to be in. We then worked on each bedroom in turn, pulling up the carpets, stripping all the wallpaper and chucking all the furniture. We did the biggest of them first, and then got it redecorated, built-in wardrobes added, and a new super king size bed installed. That allowed the twins to move back in, and Pavel and Jonas finally left their flat share and permanently became part of our household. We did my old room next, and once that was done Bret and Justin came back and we got it set up for the three of us to live in together. The twins’ old room was last, and took the most thinking to work out how to make it more than a dumping ground with a spare bed. That left the lounge, and it was pretty momentous when we finally got rid of the crappy old suite and replaced it with a set of sofas and chairs that rather filled the room but ensured there would be enough seats for our rather overcrowded household.

The Moldovans were making full use of us all by then, with Justin and Bret in particular finding themselves getting fucked regularly. Will got wind of what was on offer and came over a lot, to the point where we had to ask him to save it for the end of the working day so we had some hope of the decorating getting finished. He had basically come out, but did not feel comfortable getting any action at home and was now starting to think about finding somewhere else to live even though it would leave him with little disposable income. I think he had been gunning for an offer to move into our guest room or even the one at Dad’s new flat, but the latter was not a good idea and we were already bursting at the seams with seven of us in our place. An opportunity finally arose when Justin’s colleague James announced at work that he was looking for a roommate as the guy he lived with, another cop from a different station, had moved out to live with his girlfriend. The two knew each other from training and had managed to get the flat over on the Challen estate from the Council as they were key workers, meaning the rent was much lower than anything on the private market. This was perfect for Will as he wasn’t pulling in that much at the gym, though he hoped he might be able to supplement it through Grant or maybe his own fan account. Justin introduced the two of them, and within a couple of days our friend was out of his family flat. Shortly after that, Will brought James along to the pub to meet us all and it was obvious to everyone that the two of them were already fucking. James had a ‘hot nerd’ quality about him, being well muscled but also kind of shy and seemed to hide a bit behind his glasses and fringe. You would not have thought he was a cop, but then again most of them weren’t tall musclebound gods like Justin. James’s arse was particularly noticeable packed into his jeans, and after he’d loosened up on a few drinks, he admitted that he was actually not straight at all and instead something of a cumdump bottom. His previous housemate had bred him pretty much every day, before one day having a freak out after the two of them had kissed in the heat of the moment. He was now off pretending to be completely straight with his girlfriend, but James had landed on his feet (or rather his hands and knees) with Will.

“I haven’t unpacked a single fucking thing” Will laughed. “If I’m not at work or the gym, I’m balls-deep in this guy.”

James had never bothered to go on prep with his old housemate, but he was relaxed and indeed turned on about the fact he was now taking a lot of poz cum every day. He had seen the symbols inked onto Justin in the station’s changing room, and got very turned on by what it had told him about his hunky colleague. Indeed, catching a glimpse of Will’s own ink when they had first been introduced was at least partly behind the speed at which the fucking had begun on moving-in day. Justin was a little wide-eyed throughout these revelations, and Bret decided to have some fun with it by seeing how James felt about expanding his horizons a bit. The hungry smile he got in response was all he needed, and I soon had to show the two of them the spot behind the bins I had so often used with Stan and Winston. James eagerly took a rough breeding from each of us, and over the course of the rest of the evening while I was working behind the bar, he regularly disappeared from the table with one or two of our group at a time. I of course always took out any rubbish or recycling that needed shifting from the bar to avoid any incidents, always stopping for a minute or two to watch James getting fucked by whoever had gone off with him. I suspected it was a bit of a moment for the guy when Justin finally fucked him, the tail end of which I caught when I went out there for a cigarette break. That said, James might even have got off more on Bret and Will joining them, and Justin ending up bent over with my brother fucking him hard while the two housemates rutted again next to them.

Will and James came round to ours after, and we ended up having a full-on orgy in the lounge. James was a bottom throughout, and Will mostly was as well. Everyone else happily took on both roles, with a bit more freedom between relationships in the flat than there had been for a while. For instance, Me and Bret both took very satisfying breedings from Pavel and Jonas, who repeatedly alternated between our holes until they finally blew. The twins, meanwhile, double-fucked Justin not once but twice. This brought on another extended period of his hole going crazy that we had to deal with for several days afterwards, but for the rest of the orgy that night if he wasn’t being fucked then he was ramming himself with a big dildo while pounding into whichever hole was in front of him at that point. The birds were singing in the trees outside before we all collapsed into the various beds, and James was a very happy fucked-out mess in the morning.

Over the next couple of days I introduced James to the old park toilets, but we also went to explore a sauna neither of us had been to as part of getting to know each other. It was clean and modern which did not fill me with hope, but actually this was all window dressing as the activities that went on inside were just what James needed to keep himself satisfied when Will wasn’t around. I still kind of preferred the depravity and risk of the toilets, but with his cleaner cut looks and ink-free body, I had to admit that the posh sauna just seemed a better fit for James. He took Will there too when their shift schedules finally synced up, and they both gushed about how many loads they’d taken when we saw them the next day.

Grant had been working on preparations for another film he wanted to do, this time with only Justin and Bret. The military theme was back again, but this time they would both be playing SAS officers hiding behind enemy lines who get discovered by a squadron of hostile troops. It was to involve some outdoor nighttime shooting for the set-up, and then a relocation to a barn where the troops would use the two unfortunate British officers however they saw fit. A large amount of costumes and equipment had needed to be sourced, and Grant spent more time casting than normal so that the opposing troops appeared like a vaguely coherent group. Pavel and Jonas were actually recruited to be part of this, with the other members of the squadron being a mix of guys who had come to the UK from the Baltic states, Ukraine and Georgia, all of whom spoke Russian to some degree. Grant wanted dialogue between those troops to be authentic and use subtitles, and then for broken English to be used when talking to the prisoners. Anyway, the overnight stuff was filmed on the Sunday evening on a farm outside the city, and then they used a barn at the same farm the next night for the rest of it. Justin and Bret were subjected to staged interrogation and humiliation, and then had to play initially unwilling participants in a gangbang enacted by the sadistic foreign soldiers. I got to go along to watch the second scene, as the farmer who was allowing Grant to use his facilities wanted only a plaything for the night as payment and I was of course on my night off from the pub. I had assumed this meant I would be riding his cock the whole time, but he wanted to be fucked as much as he wanted to pound me, and turned out to be an inexperienced chaser just beginning to embrace who he was after his wife had left him. He was a nice guy, and I actually spent some more nights with him at the farm over the next few months as I kind of liked helping him begin a new chapter even as he approached his 60th birthday.

Anyway, Bret and Justin were as excellent as always, being really convincing as scared but defiant prisoners who gradually succumb to the enjoyment of what is being done to them. They kept tight black long-sleeved T-shirts on throughout to hide their poz-themed ink, with the film focusing on its storyline rather than straying into anything to do with all that. Still, I knew that many of the guys Grant had assembled were neg, some even claimed to be straight, but they were up for the risk of fucking the poz hunks while also dipping their dicks into toxic loads left behind by the likes of Pavel and Jonas. It was seriously hot, and I made sure with Grant that he would hook us up with any of them who might be interested in doing it some more or even bottoming.

Grant took Justin and Bret home after it had all wrapped up, the two guys being completely spent after taking so many fucks. I was spending the night there to carry on the sex with the farmer, and then he drove me back to town the next day. I had got a notification about a delivery for Dad randomly going to a locker near the petrol station, so I got him to pause the car there while I picked it up and then he dropped me over that side of the estate. I went up in the lift and then let myself in, but stopped in my tracks when I heard Dad moaning from his bedroom. For a split second I thought he was having some sort of relapse episode or something, but when I also heard Gheorghe’s unmistakable growl I realised what was happening. The Romanian was like two different men depending on which role he was taking on during sex, and the one I could now hear was the girthy-dicked animalistic top. My father was being fucked, of that much I was sure, and as I stood rooted to the ground with the front door still open I heard the words that confirmed it for me.

“You want my load?” Gheorghe growled.

“Yes!” my dad whined.

“You want my poz load?”

“Oh fuck yes!”

“How many poz loads you take from me?”

“Ten!” Dad yelled.

“You want ten more?”

“I want all your poz loads!” Dad cried.

“You want fuck me when you poz?” Gheorghe yelled.

“I always want to fuck you!” Dad panted, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Then I make you like your sons so you fuck me” Gheorghe said. “You ready?”

“Oh please breed me!” Dad begged. “Poz me!”

The roars and whines were a sign that Dad was taking what was apparently his eleventh poz load from Gheorghe. My father. Chasing. Holy fucking fuck…

[chunkychains]

My dad looked like a rabbit in headlights, and I knew I needed to make him know it was OK. I stepped over to him and took him in a hug, his body initially being stiff but he relaxed eventually as I held him.

“I’m so embarrassed” he whispered.

“Don’t be” I replied. “You’re not doing anything the rest of us haven’t done.”

“But you’re my son” he said. “You should never have had to…”

“Dad, stop” I said, pulling back a bit so I could see his face. “Listen to me. I think it’s fucking awesome.”

“You do?”

“Yes” I said. “I saw fucking sparks flying with you and Gheorghe the moment you first met him. He’s a great guy and I think it’s fucking awesome.”

“But the sex…” he started.

“The sex is how sex should be” I said. “You want it, you’re both adults, so what’s the fucking problem?”

“I suppose” he said.

“Besides” I said, smiling at him, “you’ve got four sons who are all cum hungry bottoms who got themselves pozzed. We had to have got that from somewhere.”

He chuckled, then pulled me back into a hug again.

“So you’re really OK with this?” he softly asked.

“Of course I fucking am” I said, “and so are Kane, Kieron, Bret and everyone else.”

He stiffened again in my arms.

“They know?!” he squealed.

“Shhhh Dad” I said. “There’s no secrets in this family anymore. Not when it comes to sex anyway.”

I held him for a bit longer until he had relaxed, and then marched him off to the new coffee shop at the edge of the estate. Everyone had scoffed about it when it opened, but it was always busy and had not had any noticeable impact on trade at the Dragon. Although a lot of the customers were women, when checking it out I had also realised there was definitely potential there for finding new conquests, particularly amongst the middle class types now buying or privately renting flats on the estate that had originally been sold off under Right To Buy. But the other thing it was good for was taking Dad out without it being a pub or bar, places he hoped to be able to go again eventually but wasn’t ready for yet.

We got a couple of takeaway lattes as the place was full of kids, and instead went and sat on a bench by the lake. Without prompting, Dad just started talking about Gheorghe, and the uncertainty and insecurity he had about it all, but also how happy it made him feel when he was with the guy. He also talked about the sex, and how it made him feel alive for the first time in years. As I just sat and listened, he told me that Gheorghe had suggested using condoms, and that it was only then that he himself realised he didn’t want that. What he wanted was all of Gheorghe, but also to feel closer to his sons.

“Dad, you don’t have to get yourself infected to be close to us” I said.

“I know that son, somewhere in this messed up head of mine I know that” he replied. “But this isn’t coming from there, it’s coming from here.”

He tapped his hand on his chest, and then looked at me.

“Jesus Dad, are you sure?” I asked. “I mean, I think it’s fucking hot and all, but are you sure?”

“I am son” he said. “I don’t know why, but I am.”

We changed subjects, talking a bit about the renovations on the old flat, and also Dad’s plans for getting a gym routine going again as he had not worked out properly since leaving the centre. Bret had offered him a membership at his place, and Dad told me he was going to accept after having thought for a while about how he might feel to be there while Bret was in the storeroom. I suggested we could get Will to be his personal trainer which he thought sounded good, and agreed I would work with him as well to help him stay motivated. We also talked about his therapy sessions, and I appreciated how honest he was about his fears and doubts on whether it would all work in the long term. We had just both finished our coffees when Gheorghe called him, and I knew from Dad’s face that he was being summoned.

“Go on” I said, smiling. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Luke” he said with a smirk, “is there anything you wouldn’t actually do?”

“Women” I replied with a laugh. “But otherwise, no.”

He gave me a grin and then hurried off to meet up with Gheorghe, and after sitting and looking at the lake for a while I wandered back to the flat. By the time I got there I was in the mood, so unceremoniously stripped and bent over in the lounge before calling out to Bogdan and Mihai to come and join me. The thrust of Mihai’s cock into my hole is just what I needed, and then I settled my hands on Bogdan’s hips and hungrily swallowed his cock down to the base. A good half hour of being skewered from both ends by the hunky decorators is just what I needed, helping me relax and stop worrying about Dad. Once I had taken both load we tossed a coin, and shortly afterwards I plunged into Bogdan while Mihai went back to work in a bit of a sulk. Fortunately Justin popped back on his break, so I got him to go and fuck the guy before he made himself a sandwich.

James and Will came by the pub later, and I chatted to them for a bit outside while having a smoke. They both seemed happy, being in that great early stage of a relationship when they were having sex round the clock and then talking a lot the rest of the time to get to know each other even better. James was of course visiting the sauna quite regularly, using it to get all the extra loads he needed while Will was doing much the same in the storeroom at the gym. James undid his jacket to show off the chunky silver Byzantine choker chain he had bought himself, which I could imagine must look great on his naked muscled body when he was on all fours doing his favourite thing.

Zac and Shane also came by, and the rest of the student housemates joined them later. They were a bit nervous about hanging around on an estate, but the vibe out on the terrace in the unseasonably warm weather soon relaxed them. They all showed off the matching biohazard tattoos they had got on their lower backs, excitedly telling me about the scorpions they were all going to get on each side of their torsos above their hips. When my brothers and the rest of the guys arrived, the housemates told us about some of their first conquests on campus, with Dean being crowned the winner for having got the captain of the football 1st team into bed.

When I took the opportunity to go on a break from the bar later in the evening, I found myself out on the terrace just looking round this crowd of men all sitting together laughing, smoking and drinking. I was hit with the realisation about how lucky I was to be part of this crazy ensemble, and how free and happy everyone looked. But it was when I turned my attention to the members of my own unusual household that it really hit home. Kane and Kieron were now two of my best friends, the years of animosity between us forgotten. Pavel and Jonas had only softened them even further, and all I felt for the twins was love. There was Justin, a man I fell in love with a little more every day, and who looked at me in a way that made me shiver with excitement every time. Then, of course, there was Bret. No words could ever do justice there, and I had given up trying. But when we caught each other’s eye, the look between us was all I needed to know what it all meant.

“You OK bruv?” he whispered to me, after pretending to go the loo but instead pulling me aside.

“Yeah” I said, slipping my arm round him given we were out of sight of anyone but our own crowd. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

Bret turned to where I was looking, and then I felt his arm come round me.

“How lucky we all are” he said.

He turned back to me, looked into my eyes, and then leaned down. I planted my lips on his, and disappeared into the happiest place a person could ever be.

 

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EPILOGUE

 

As much as we all fucking popped in those outfits, it was a relief to get out of them and instead change into the outfits that we would be wearing for the after-party. Bret in particular had got me very hot under the collar with how he’d looked in the tailored suits we’d worn for the ceremony and reception, but of course he looked even better in the black tank top, leather chaps and boots we’d all be wearing for the rest of the night. Kilos of silver rounded out our looks, and we were ready to party.

I did love that Dad and Gheorghe had gone in this direction. Watching them exchange vows and rings in such a classic ceremony was nice, and the venue for the reception was so nicely decorated that it almost demanded we stay in the smart suits, white shirts and silver ties we brothers had all worn as the groomsmen. But that was then, and this was now. The third stage of the wedding was probably underway already at the bar in town, and it was time for the happy couple and us four brothers to get over there too. Suits gone, kinky gear on, lube in holes, and we were good to go.

The night was kind of hilarious, with Dad and Gheorghe sitting up on the stage on their ridiculous throne calling out instructions over the sound system while the DJ continued to drop banger after banger. It was a party, and we Ballard brothers were the entertainment. As new commands were barked out by an increasingly inebriated pair of newlyweds, we danced, we drank, we smoked, and we fucked. Dad got the most glee from watching his eldest be routinely buggered by whoever he picked out of the crowd next, with Bret just giving him a grin and rolling his eyes each time. My brother was very happy of course, the most truthful version of himself being the one who took any cock, all cocks, and made the top feel like a superstar in the process. The rest of us got to mix things up quite a bit, with Pavel, Jonas and Justin having been drafted in for this activity given they were part of the family too. We weren’t the only ones having this kind of fun of course, the whole room being a sea of writhing bodies and thrusting movements. Grant had really come through, managing to reunite so many of the men who had featured in the films we’d made over the years, so the place was packed and the sex was abundant.

The barracks contingent were here too, being the only ones required to wear something other than leather and chains. Bret had laughed out loud when we arrived, seeing his mates already stripped out of everything but their boots and camo tops, all bent over taking cock after cock in the special corner of the bar that had been done up like an army camp especially for their presence. The captain in particular looked like he was enjoying himself immensely, all traces of his past panic and fear now gone.

Another popular corner of the bar was the one where a small football net and some fake turf had been wedged into a gap. Dean and Jamie waved at us from there when we arrived, while jointly overseeing the continued corruption of the uni’s football squads alongside the head coach. Taking down that man had ensured the two postgraduates would always have access to the most athletic students on the campus, and five of them had been brought along to offer some alternative entertainment for the guests. This year’s captain of the 1st team already had their stamp tattooed on one of his buttocks, but he was still a very willing participant alongside the four newbies who were still on the journey that so many had gone on before.

But all that aside, the area in front of the stage was where the main event was taking place. Dad had wanted nothing more than to be able to watch his sons do what they do best on his wedding day, and we were honoured to oblige for him. The amazing transformation he had gone on had given us back our father, now a happy, successful, stable man who made us all feel incredibly proud. The hunky Romanian man at his side was the best thing that could have ever happened to him, and their love for each other was every bit as deep and strong and authentic as what we brothers all enjoyed in our own lives. Looking up at the two of them sitting there, almost ignoring the cock barrelling through my insides as I watched them, I noticed how the the white gold wedding rings on their fingers were glistening in the spotlight. The subtle, understated biohazards on their pecs had been their first mark of commitment to each other, and now that Gheorghe had finally extricated himself from the mess in Romania, the rings were a sign that they had bonded in the traditional way that both of them had craved. We brothers would never be able to follow their lead ourselves, but that did not dampen our happiness at the family finally being complete.

I took a moment to look around, smiling as I saw all four of us brothers were currently being the bottoms we really were deep down. I looked beyond to the men waiting in the wings, finding more amusement in the number of faces I recognised from the estate and all of our antics over the last couple of years. By this point everyone living there had to have a friend or neighbour who now had a sting in their tail, and I knew there were plenty more opportunities to be had.

The Ballard Brothers. With the four of us together, bolstered by our lovers and friends, we were unstoppable. From our humble, fractious and bratty beginnings, we had formed the strongest bonds imaginable and opened up a whole army of men to the joy that can be found when you let go and be yourself. Through our leadership, influence and guidance, guys had escaped unhappy relationships, found friends and companions in unlikely places, and embraced all that life had to offer.

We really had become The Kings of the Estate…

 

THE END

 

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Yes, I’m afraid that’s it. Rather than losing mojo and abandoning the story, something I have been guilty of before, I’ve decided to wrap up our time on the Ballard estate here. The fact that I’ve written 27 parts tells you that I rather fell for these characters, but all good things must come to an end…

But, you may ask, who the effing hell were those guys from the barracks? What did I miss? Well, partly inspired by a message sent to me by a reader, but also just because I kind of love the guy, I think it’s time that Bret took the storytelling reins from Luke and went off on a side quest to right some wrongs. What will he be getting up to back on base? Who else might be involved? Just how much bigger might his chains get by the end of it? Stay tuned, and we’ll be back with the hunky stud soon enough.

For now, it’s farewell from the Ballards. Thanks for all the lovely comments along the way, and I hope you enjoyed this conclusion.

[viking8x6]

A delightful wrap-up to a delightful romp! Thank you so much; I really enjoyed this one!

[Movietheaterslut2]

Really great story. Well written and sexy AF 

[billy88666]

You have really excelled yourself with this epic tale. Thank you for the time and effort you take to make every character believable. 

[sleazebugga]

A great way to end an amazing story👍👍👍