Jason Masters

The Apple Scrumpers

Chapter 1

(Possible historical setting or alternate universe setting)

Somebody had been scrumping my apples, and I was determined to catch them.

For the linguistically deprived, 'scrumping' is a useful British English word to describe the act of stealing and eating produce straight from the source. The traditional target of scrumping is apples, and mine had been going missing.

Well, not totally missing. The cores had been left scattered under the tree where the culprits had scoffed their ill-gotten gains.

I was at first perplexed since my (very large, I'm pleased to say) property was surrounded by a high stone wall, intended to prevent such intrusion. But the mystery was soon solved when I discovered that a disused door in the wall right next to the apple orchard had a broken lock. There were footprints and other signs of recent use, so I was quite confident that this was where the miscreants had both entered and exited my property.

I was also confident that my apples would be targeted again, so I made preparations.

Firstly, I inspected the property and trimmed back any trees close to the perimeter wall. I then secured every other door and gate in the wall. Finally, I obtained two sturdy padlocks. They were for the door which the thieves had entered by, since it still had two working padbolts.

Yes, I could have simply secured the door with the padbolts, but I wanted to catch the thieves, not just keep them out. I already had some fun in mind for when I caught them, although I realised I needed to be careful how I handled it.

I already knew approximately the time of day I'd been apple-burgled before so at the appropriate time, I climbed a tree not too far away from the door used by the thieves and read a book while waiting and listening, out of sight.

I was so absorbed in what I was reading that it took a second or two for the noise of the door opening to register in my mind. When it did register, I quickly put the book away and quietly turned around to see what was happening.

Two boys, possibly twelve years old, came into view, talking and giggling in low voices as they approached the nearest tree. I had a backup plan in mind just in case they chose the tree I was hiding in, but I didn't need to use it. They went to a tree several rows away from me and began to climb it.

I quietly climbed out of the tree I'd been in then walked quickly and calmly to the door the boys had used. From the trees behind me, I heard gasps and a warning whisper followed by silence. The boys didn't yet know they had been spotted and were trying to remain silent, to prevent their discovery. Too late, boys, I thought to myself with a grin.

I pushed the padbolts closed and locked the padlocks on, securing the door. My two little thieves were now hopelessly trapped. I walked calmly over to the tree which I knew the two were trying to hide in and looked up. They were hiding behind the branches, but I could still see glimpses of them as I looked up into the tree.

"I'm going back to the house now," I said, almost conversationally. "When I get there, I can do one of two things. I can call the police and have them come and arrest you for theft and trespassing, or I can punish you myself. Of course, I can only punish you myself if you're there with me." I paused, to allow that to sink in. Neither boy moved so I added, "I made sure there's no way for you to escape from my property before I locked that door. Try if you like, but the police tend to become upset if people try to escape from them." Then I paused again for a moment.

I'd decided to give the boys a fairly realistic choice, so I continued, "You know what happens if the police come and arrest you? You have to go to a hearing first, where a magistrate decides when you'll go to court and whether or not you have to stay in gaol until your trial. Then you have to wait weeks – sometimes months – before you get a trial, and it's only then that you find out what your sentence is. Then you still have to do your sentence, whatever it is. Pay attention to that sick feeling you have in your tummies right now. That's how you'll be feeling the whole time while waiting weeks for your trial." I again paused to let the information sink in. Still there was no movement from the boys.

I then unleashed my 'atomic bomb' of guilt on the boys. "Of course, you will also have to deal with how angry and disappointed your parents will be with you when they find out." I saw both boys fidget a little and first one, then the other small head began to protrude around their respective branches to which they still clung.

I now gave them the opposite side.

"If you decide to let me punish you, I'll take you to my house where you'll have to drop your pants and underpants and bend over then let me hit you on your bare bottoms, six times each, with a leather strap. And yes, it will hurt. A lot." I could now see two scared and uncertain small faces peering down at me from the tree.

I continued, "But if you let me punish you, I won't call the police and if I say anything at all to your parents, I'll tell them that we came to an arrangement which I'm satisfied with and that you've learned your lesson and don't need any punishment.

"And there's another thing," I added. "If you accept my punishment, I'll consider that you've acted responsibly and be willing to hire you to work for me during your spare time. For real money!" Now the boys' frightened faces also showed surprise.

The old saying 'the carrot and the stick' is usually interpreted to mean offering both punishment for bad behaviour and reward for good behaviour. Although that interpretation is probably incorrect, it was what I thought of when devising this argument to use on the boys. I was fairly confident that it would work in this situation since both alternatives were realistic.

Just to drive the point home clearly to the boys, I went on, "You can choose the police or you can choose me. If you choose the police, you'll have weeks of worry before you know what your punishment is and you'll have your parents being disappointed with you. If you choose me, your punishment will hurt like crazy but at least you know what it's going to be and it'll be over with quickly so you won't be worrying about it for weeks. Also, if your parents find out anything, it will be that you've taken responsibility for your actions, which they'll like."

After another short pause I added, "And don't forget being allowed to earn money for yourselves!"

I waited a minute while the boys looked thoughtful. They looked at each other, then looked back at me, still thoughtful. I could see in their faces that I'd hooked my little fishes. I just had to land them.

"I'm going back to the house, now," I said. "If you're with me when I go inside, I'll give you your punishment as soon as I can, then you can go. If you're not, I'll be calling the police to come take you away instead." I turned and walked away from the tree, not looking back.

From behind me came the noise of branches shaking followed by two small thuds and the pattering of feet as the boys ran to catch up with me.

Hook, line and sinker, I thought, smiling to myself.

I glanced at each boy as they ran up beside me. Probably brothers. Fraternal twins, I wondered? Possibly. They looked similar but weren't identical. Both had blue eyes but one had light fair hair while the other's hair was more yellow-gold. Their hair length was perfect for my tastes; long enough that they could have passed for girls if cross-dressed (an interesting thought), but short enough to be boyish otherwise.

Now that I could see them properly, the boys looked incredibly beautiful to me. I almost regretted what I was going to do to them. Almost.

I noted with joy that both boys were clad in overalls with neither shirt nor singlet (a type of undershirt) underneath. This meant that they would, effectively, have to strip naked for their spankings. This turned me on, as did the fact that they'd chosen this punishment for themselves with only minimal persuasion from me. I carefully turned my mind away from this thought, though, to prevent myself from becoming prematurely aroused, which could have spoiled the situation.

"What are your names?" I asked them, looking at the light-haired one first.

"Florian," he answered. I looked at the other boy. "Philipe," he said, quietly.

"Are you really gonna spank us?" It was Philipe who asked, after a short pause.

"Yes," I replied, firmly and without elaboration.

"Hard?" Florian, this time.

"Yes, although I won't injure you. It will hurt a lot, that's all. The worst of the pain will go away quickly and I'm guessing you'll be able to forget all about it in an hour or less." I was being honest.

I noticed both boys glance at each other and thought I caught a triumphant look on Florian's face. Somehow, he thought they'd scored a victory. That was very interesting to me. I wondered, were they masochistic? It was possible. All the better if they were. It meant I could go further and move faster with them than I'd planned to.

We entered my house and I put a hand on each boy's shoulder. They didn't try to pull away as I guided them into my spare room and arranged them facing away from me, a few steps apart from each other near the middle of the room.

I picked up the leather spanking strap which I'd bought recently and had left on a nearby chair, ready for this moment. "I want you both to unfasten your overalls and drop them to your ankles," I instructed them. "Underpants too."

Philipe giggled, both mischievously and a little shyly. "I'm not wearing underpants."

"Me neither," giggled Florian, wiggling his little body in a movement which I could see was mostly 'put on,' intended to pretend shyness. There was a little genuine shyness behind it, I thought, but mostly it was pretense.

I was now almost totally sure of my ground. These boys were deliberately playing up to me. They wanted this spanking. I was fairly confident they'd regret it, at least while I was administering the spanking, but I knew that they wanted it.

"Whatever," I replied. "Just get them down. In fact," I added, struck with inspiration, "you can take them right off and give them to me. Your sandals too." I knew that if the boys obeyed this instruction without demurring, I would be on very safe ground with them.

Both boys looked at each other and giggled. Still giggling, they began quickly unfastening their overalls. They dropped the overalls to the floor, revealing their cute little bottoms to me since I was standing behind them. Just as quickly, they unfastened and removed their sandals before stepping out of their sandals and overalls. They then turned around and, picking up their clothes, handed them all over to me.

I looked down at their bodies and was totally unsurprised to see two cute little erections jutting rigidly out from their crotches. Both boys saw where my gaze had gone to and blushed prettily, but neither tried to cover themselves.

I laughed out loud, abandoning most of the pretense we'd been following. The boys looked at me, uncertain of what my laughter meant for them.

"You boys are really into this, aren't you?" I asked. They stared at me for an instant, then looked conspiratorially at each other and giggled again.

"Hey, it's not like there isn't enough evidence," I said, crouching down and looking pointedly from one hairless erect member to the other. "You two really can't control yourselves right now, can you?" More giggles acknowledged the accuracy of my discernment.

"You are so gonna regret this!" I threatened. "At least, until the pain wears off." The boys stopped giggling, but still smiled a little shyly at me before I put their clothing into a wardrobe and locked it. "There. Now you can't get your clothes back until I've finished with you," I said. The boys' dancing eyes and their rapt glances at each other told me that I'd hit on exactly the type of fantasy which most titillated their young fancy.

"All right. Let's get this over with. Turn around, bend over, spread your legs a bit – make sure you're not off-balance though – and grab your ankles and hold tight onto them. Make sure you don't let go until I say so!" My two naked little willing prisoners eagerly did exactly as I'd instructed them to.

"Six for each, I think I said?" I playfully inquired of my prisoners.

"You can give Philipe a dozen if you like," giggled Florian. "He really likes this." A giggle from Philipe acknowledged this tidbit of information.

"Fair shares for all," I said. "If I give a dozen to Philipe, then you have to take a dozen too. Especially since you're the one who suggested it!" There was a slightly nervous giggle from Florian, but he didn't argue.

"I tell you what," I offered, "I'll give you both at least six each, then we'll just 'play it by ear' and see how many more you can each take. I'll give you both the same number and we'll set the limit at twelve each. How does that sound?"

"Okay," said Philipe with another giggle.

"Okay," came from Florian, although his giggle was somewhat less certain and more nervous.

I positioned myself for a forehand swing. Florian happened to be the one in the perfect position to take it. I drew back the strap and swung, using considerably less than my full strength.

'Slap!' Florian gasped and let out a surprised "Ow!" I had hit him a little harder than I'd meant to, but I could tell by his reaction that it hadn't been too hard. If anything, it wasn't hard enough.

I slowly changed position for a backhand stroke to Philipe's naked behind, taking my time since I wanted them to feel the full effect of each stroke from the strap before the next landed.

"You can yell or even cry if you want to. Nobody will hear you but us, and crying won't stop me from hitting you harder, now that I know you want it," I informed the boys. "The first couple of spanks will be light, then I'll do it harder." I swiped the strap across Philipe's bare buttocks, producing nothing more than a gasp from him.

I alternated between the boys, hitting harder and harder on each stroke and giving each boy time to feel the full pain of each blow before the next one landed on his bare behind.

I managed to give both boys all twelve strokes each and they were both sincerely crying and howling in genuine pain well before I'd finished, but they didn't move from the position I'd ordered them to stay in, which I took as their continued consent.

After, I sat on a chair behind the naked boys and admired their cute little spanking-reddened behinds and (I noted) still-erect penises on display between their spread legs while I waited for them to finish crying.

When they had quieted down, I said, "Stand up now and turn around and face me." They immediately obeyed and I realised that their little cocklets were now even stiffer than they'd been when the boys first removed their clothes. Both boys were definitely masochists! I could have a lot of fun with these boys, and they'd enjoy it. How wonderful it was that we'd discovered each other!

"I've finished what I said I'd do," I informed them and saw momentary disappointment in their expressions before I continued, "but if you want, we can keep playing this game."

It was like a light had been switched on behind each boy's eyes. After a moment of disbelief at my invitation, the delight expressed in both their faces was so obvious the proverbial 'Blind Freddie' would have been hard-pressed to have missed it.

"When did you each have either a bath or a shower last?" I asked them.

"This morning," answered Florian, a little confused at this sudden switching of tracks.

"And did you make sure to wash those cute little dicks?" I asked. Both boys nodded. "Properly, by washing the head underneath as well?" I inquired further. Both boys were circumcised but still had a little foreskin. They both nodded.

"You're both going to be very sorry if you didn't," I informed them but then immediately looked at Florian and commanded him, "Kneel down right there, facing Philipe!" He obeyed, looking a little puzzled. He sank down, his bottom resting on his heels.

"Up onto your knees, not sitting on your bum," I commanded him. Florian obeyed, still looking puzzled.

"Philipe, stand right in front of him." Philipe obeyed. "Lace your fingers together and put your hands behind your head." Again, the boy obeyed. "Now, you must stay standing up without moving and allow anything I order Florian to do to you. You understand?" Philipe nodded and anticipation showed in his eyes as he began to suspect the nature of what I was about to order Florian to do. I wondered if either boy had ever tried this? Their reactions to my next order would tell me.

"Florian, lean forward and kiss Philipe's penis, right on the tip!"

Both boys stared at me in surprise and disbelief. So, they'd never discovered this little sexual gem, yet. They wouldn't remain in ignorance much longer, but I obviously needed to reassure them a little.

"You have my promise that I won't do anything to you nor make you do anything which will harm you, but other than that, you have to obey me. You made yourselves into my slaves when you agreed to play this game and you've kept on obeying me even after I offered to end it." I looked at Florian, smiled briefly to reassure him that this was only a game then growled, "Obey, slave!" putting much emphasis on the last word.

Philipe watched, fascinated, as Florian hesitantly leaned forward and gave Philipe's little pecker the smallest peck with his lips imaginable, although it was right on the exposed tip.

"Stand up, slave," I ordered Florian. He stood.

"That was not a kiss. That was a tiny peck. When I say kiss, I mean kiss, as in a proper kiss with the lips pressed firmly against what you're kissing. I am now going to punish you because I'm sure you knew what I meant and you deliberately disobeyed." I waved the strap at Florian, seeing his eyes widen. "Assume the position, now!"

There was a moment's hesitation from Florian as he stared at me, then I allowed a small smile to flicker briefly across my face. Florian's expression relaxed, then he bent over, spread his legs and grasped his ankles.

'Thwack!' I hit his still-reddened bare bottom with a medium amount of strength, causing a howl of pain from the punished boy, but he didn't move.

Six times, slowly, I flogged naked Florian. He howled on each stroke and was crying again before the third, but he never moved or pleaded for me to stop. I could see Philipe watching in envious fascination.

"Get back onto your knees in front of him, and get up close." Florian obeyed, kneeling back down in front of Philipe, tears still running down his cheeks from his flogging. I guessed he wasn't quite as 'into' pain as Philipe, but I didn't intend to spare him at all in spite of that. I liked looking at his reddened bottom cheeks.

"You have your orders, slave. Obey them, now." Florian swallowed, then he leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against the tip of Philipe's penis before withdrawing them again, making the kissing noise only after he'd removed his closed mouth from the straining organ.

"That also wasn't a kiss," I told him. "You know what the penalty is. Get into position again." Florian stared at me, his eyes pleading for mercy. I decided to relent just a little because I didn't want the game to go too far.

"Since you made some effort I'll let you off with just two strokes this time, but that's only on the condition that the next time you really do kiss his penis, properly. If you don't, you'll get ten strokes next time. Six for disobedience again, plus the four I'm letting you off this time." Reluctantly, Florian got into position again.

This time, I hit Florian fairly hard on each stroke, causing him to immediately start crying again. It was no wonder. His bottom was very red from the spankings and had to be hurting him.

As Florian, without being asked, knelt down again, I told him, "this time, take it in your hands and give it a big kiss, right on the end. Make sure it's a real kiss and do it properly. I meant what I said: Ten strokes with the strap if you try to get out of it this time." Florian gave me a rather accusing look with his tear-stained face, but I didn't relent.

Florian took Philipe's penis in his hands then hesitated, staring at it for a second. He looked at me again. "What if I wanna stop playing now?" He spoke quietly and, it seemed to me, regretfully.

"Then by all means, stop playing," I answered. "But if you were telling the truth about having washed yourselves properly this morning then you don't need to worry. You can do a lot more than just kiss his penis and it won't do you a bit of harm, no matter how you feel about doing it." Florian looked back at the rigid member in his hands, doubtfully.

"And look at Philipe," I added. "He's all worked up and wanting this. You know I won't make you do something unsafe, so why disappoint him?" Florian looked up into Philipe's eyes. I noticed a significant look between them, as though some kind of understanding was reached. Florian lowered his eyes to his rigid target then leaned forward and finally gave Philipe a real, slow, lingering kiss, firmly on the end of his stiff little cocklet. There was a sigh of pleasure from Philipe.

"Again," I instructed the boy. He obeyed without hesitating.

"Again," I repeated and for the third time Florian kissed Philipe's penis.

"Cover the head of his cock with kisses, just like that," I commanded.

Slowly and methodically Florian obeyed, kissing and kissing over and over, moving his head around slowly so as to leave no part of Philipe's glans uncovered by kisses. Again, Philipe breathed deeply, enjoying the sensations this gave him.

It seemed that whatever mental roadblock had been holding Florian back had been almost totally removed by that momentary glance between Philipe and himself. This became clear when, having watched Florian kissing Philipe's penis repeatedly for a while, I suddenly gave the order, "Stop. Now, lick the end of his dick." Florian barely hesitated before doing exactly that, and kept on doing it, over and over, producing almost continuous gasps of pleasure from Philipe.

I could see Florian trembling, although whether with fear, excitement or desire, I didn't know. Since I'd already made it clear that he could stop if he really wanted to, I guessed it wasn't fear.

"Suck on the knob, and lick it too," I commanded. Florian trembled more noticeably, hesitating, then looked up at Philipe again. Once again that enigmatic look passed between them before Florian lowered his head and began doing exactly what I'd commanded. Philipe's breath began to come in gasps as Florian's tongue darted around all over his cock-head.

Struck by a sudden thought, I asked, "Philipe, are you boys able to squirt, yet? When you play with your dicks, I mean. Does stuff squirt out?" Philipe nodded a definite yes. He seemed to be too lost in his sexual excitement to speak, for the moment.

"You need to know that it's perfectly safe to swallow that stuff, even if you think it's disgusting. And that's what I want you to do," I said to Florian. "I want you to make Philipe cum in your mouth, then swallow everything he squirts into your mouth."

Florian stopped sucking and looked up at Philipe once again. What was going on with these boys, I wondered? But once again, that look seemed to reassure Florian because he resumed sucking and licking Philipe's glans.

"Jerk him off," I instructed Florian, "and keep your mouth on his dick. Suck and lick it until he cums and then swallow all of his cum." Florian wrapped his hand around Philipe's erect penis and began to pump. I waited.

It only took a minute for Philipe to begin gasping in orgasm and I saw Florian blush deeply as he began to swallow the results.

As Philipe finished his climax, I noticed Florian holding his throat. His body began to convulse as I realised, with horror, what was about to happen. As quickly as I could, I grabbed Florian and dashed the short distance to the bathroom, carrying the naked boy.

As quick as I was, I wasn't quite in time and the first jet of Florian's vomit partly missed the toilet, splashing a little onto the tile floor. I felt terrible, although possibly not as bad as Florian did right at that moment.

As I stroked Florian's back (comfortingly, I hoped) while he vomited into the toilet, I looked to the doorway and saw Philipe standing there, looking as upset as I felt. We didn't need to say what we were feeling. I could tell he understood that I hadn't intended this any more than he had.

I beckoned to Philipe and had him join me in comforting Florian until he could control his gag reflex again.

After a minute, Florian straightened up, still looking a little pale. "S-sorry," he gulped.

"I'm the one who's sorry," I told him. "I took you too far and too fast. I shouldn't have done that to you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," gasped Florian. "I wanted to try it, so it's my fault."

"But I'm the adult here, so I should have been more careful," I argued.

Philipe suddenly laughed. As both Florian and I stared at him, he chuckled out, "Mutual Blame Society!" before continuing to laugh out loud.

Florian and I looked at each other, then we both joined Philipe in his laughter, effectively destroying the serious mood which had briefly overcome us.

"So, do you want to stop now? Put your clothes on and go home?" I asked them.

Both boys stared at me as though I'd just asked them if they wanted to tap dance barefoot on broken glass.

"You're kidding," said Philipe. "I haven't sucked Florian's dick, yet!"

"Are you sure you want to?" I asked. "You saw what can happen."

Philipe nodded. "I want to try. I don't think I'll vomit. Better be ready, though, just in case," he added, mischievously.

I gave Florian a drink of water to help replace the fluids he'd lost and, after cleaning up the vomit on the bathroom floor, we headed back to the spare room – our 'Playroom' as we would soon be calling it – with me taking a bucket in with me. I didn't need to tell either boy what it was in case of.

With us all completely back into our roles again, I ordered the boys into the same scene as before, only with their positions reversed.

"Okay, you know what to do," I told Philipe. "Get on with it, and no arguments," I ordered, not quite managing to keep myself from laughing. Philipe also laughed. We both knew that nothing short of a freak tornado could have stopped him now.

Florian's dick had become limp during our enforced break but it soon returned to full stiffness under Philipe's oral ministrations. The sexual stimulation was soon making Florian gasp and moan in pleasure as Philipe used all the knowledge he had gained from his own blow job to give Florian as much pleasure as he could manage.

Within minutes, Florian was pumping his hips and gasping in orgasm while I could see Philipe's throat moving, swallowing the results of his efforts.

After Florian's climax ended, Philipe withdrew his mouth from Florian's softening cock and knelt back and sat on his heels as I watched him for signs of distress. He looked a little nauseous but was able to hold it in, for now. Florian knelt down and put his hands on Philipe's shoulders, concern on his face. "You gonna be okay?"

For a moment, Philipe didn't move or say anything, then, "I think so," he said, a little too quickly.

Then Philipe convulsed and I quickly moved the bucket into position. The boy turned to the bucket but somehow managed to hold himself in, a determined look on his face.

Minutes passed, and at long last Philipe spoke again. "All right now," he gasped. "Close, but I think I'm okay now."

Florian said, "Better than me." He sounded self-accusing as he continued, "I didn't manage to keep yours down."

I was surprised when Philipe suddenly leaned forward and kissed Florian, quickly but firmly, right on the mouth. "Don't worry about it," he said. "You'll do better next time."

I couldn't help grinning as I said, "Next time?" Both boys looked at me a little sheepishly as I continued more seriously, "Do you want there to be a next time? I'm willing but I wasn't sure you'd want there to be a next time after these – difficulties."

The boys looked at me, then looked at each other again. I wondered whether they had some kind of twin telepathy or if they merely knew each other so well that they could converse by facial expressions alone. There was obviously something going on between them.

Both boys looked at me again and Philipe spoke. "We want there to be a next time, please?"

I grinned. "Then there will be a next time." The boys grinned happily back at me.

There isn't much more to tell. I returned their clothes and the boys got dressed. I discovered that they were fraternal twins as I'd suspected then I wrote them a carefully-worded letter for their parents explaining that, with their permission, the boys would be working for me in their spare time and that I'd be paying them, then I unlocked the front gate so the boys could go home.

I was certain they'd be back, and they'd be entering by the front gate in the future.

I gave them each a couple of apples to eat on the way home.

This story was inspired by the drawing CABALLITOS by Heredia.

Many months had passed since the day I'd captured the twelve year old fraternal twins, Philipe and Florian, while they were scrumping my apples and as a consequence had discovered that they were both masochistic little perverts. The 'arrangement' we'd come to on that first day suited all of us, since I was a sadistic big pervert, although a careful one since I had no wish to injure my little playmates.

Autumn and winter had passed and it was now well into spring.

Both boys had gotten into the habit of coming to my place to 'work' for me nearly every day after school as well as every weekend. Since the boys were at my place so often, they'd eventually brought a couple of changes of clothing to my place and left them there so they could change into clean clothes to go home in, after showering at my place.

I insisted on finding some real work for the boys to do since I would only pay them for real work, not for engaging in the games we all loved so much. It also helped for them to be able to honestly reply to enquiries about what they were doing at my place. It may not have been the whole truth that they told, but at least what they told was the truth.

The boys had also had no more distressing incidents of nausea and were now accomplished in the art of giving oral sex to each other, and to me although I mostly gained my satisfaction by pleasuring myself later and remembering the boys' pleasure. Somehow, I enjoyed it more that way. Don't ask me how this can be so because I don't know. I'm just telling it as it is.

Both boys would soon turn thirteen and I'd promised them an extra-special 'session' with me, as a present, although they couldn't get it until the weekend after their birthday since they needed (and wanted) to spend their spare time on their actual birthday celebrating with family and friends.

I hadn't told the boys exactly what I had planned, but I had warned them that it would be especially intense, very painful and possibly even frightening for them. Also, they wouldn't be allowed to back out once the game started unless there was a real emergency.

To my joy, the boys managed to get their parents' permission to stay overnight with me, which meant that I could be a little rougher on them than usual since there would be time for any marks from our 'play' to fade before they went home.

The memory of my hints and warnings must have been in their minds when the boys arrived on my doorstep especially early on Saturday morning. They both looked very nervous and very excited as I opened the door for them and I judged that my warnings about the 'extra-special session' had only served to inflame their desires rather than abate them.

Sure enough, when they stripped in front of me, their little dicks were quite rigid with anticipation. I held up two light leather collars, one in each hand and waited. This was something new to both boys.

Philipe stepped forward first and, to my surprise, recited "please, Master, put your collar on this slave." Immediately, Florian stepped forward and repeated the same request.

I'd decided to just reveal the collars without first preparing a 'script' for the boys to follow, just to see what would happen so I was surprised that they caught on so quickly and that Philipe had come up with such an appropriate line so fast. I presume that he, at least, must have been fantasising about being a collared slave prior to my introducing the collars to our games. I was less certain about Florian's commitment to 'slavery' but I was sure that he was willing to at least give it a good try.

"By accepting these collars, you agree to become my slaves and to obey my orders totally and without question until I choose to release you. Do you agree to these terms?" I recited. Both boys nodded. I would have preferred them to have spoken, but I guessed that they were feeling so emotional at that moment that speech would have been difficult for them, so I simply fastened the collars around their necks.

I ordered them to come with me and made for the kitchen where I had a picnic hamper waiting. I ordered my slave boys to carry it, one at each end, and headed for the back door.

The boys followed, their eyes widening in fright as I stepped outside and held the door open for them. Until now, all of our 'games' had been conducted indoors. They both knew that my property was surrounded by a high stone wall and so nobody was likely to see them, but it was still 'outside'. It was still exposure 'in public'. Neither boy could be described as prudish, but this was a new and embarrassing situation for them. They hesitated just inside the door.

"… obey my orders totally and without question…" I recited, and waited. The boys looked at me, then at each other, then looked back at me and stepped outside the door.

The day was already warming up so there was no chance of the naked boys being too cold. I led the embarrassed duo to the old coach shed where I had stored my surprise, then I unlocked the doors and had the boys open them then look inside.

I allowed them a few minutes to inspect the vehicle, with me grinning at their astonished and excited faces all the while.

"What is it?" asked Florian.

"It's a type of coach," I replied, "although this is more like a 'jig' or 'sulky.' Usually they're pulled by horses, but this one has been designed to be pulled by a different kind of steed. I think you can guess what kind. It's been made to be very light and easy to pull, even with a large load on board." I studied both boys' faces carefully, to judge their reactions to this development.

After a minute of studying the coach, the boys looked at each other again for a moment. I'd decided some time ago that what I'd initially taken to be an example of twin telepathy was actually just the fact that they'd lived together all their lives and could read each other's expressions so well that they rarely needed to talk to each other.

Philipe went to stand between the left and middle bars of the coach, with his hands resting against the cross-bar where the two leather cuffs dangled from their short chains on that side. Almost immediately, Florian adopted the same pose, standing between the right and middle bars where the second set of cuffs were fixed. Without a word, I fastened the cuffs securely but not too tightly around their wrists.

The cuffs were kept separate from each other by the short chains connecting them to the cross bar. The separation between the cuffs was enough that neither boy would be able to use his hands to unfasten the cuffs and although it was possible that they could have used their teeth to undo the fastenings, it would have been difficult to accomplish successfully and taken some time. I was fairly certain that neither boy wanted to even try to escape, but that might not be a permanent condition considering how harshly I intended to treat them this time.

I had the boys pull the coach just outside the shed where I loaded the picnic hamper onto the back and strapped it firmly in place, then I had them pull the coach around a bit, practicing starting, turning and stopping before I got on.

I made sure that both boys were watching as I collected a whip from the coach shed. I also waved it significantly at them before I climbed aboard and was rewarded by the sight of their little erections jumping with anticipation.

"Follow the path on your right! Giddy-up!" I called to my little ponies. Then, I cracked the whip against Philipe's bare back, making him squeal with pain. I repeated the treatment on Florian, producing an almost identical response. Both boys began to push hard against the cross-bar to get the coach moving. I knew that the whip could be an intensely painful punishment so their responses weren't faked, in spite of their masochism.

I had realised during our first session and confirmed by later observation that Philipe was the one who most enjoyed pain, so I deliberately concentrated on whipping him, although I certainly gave Florian his share of the lash.

Both boys had plenty of stamina and the coach, even with my weight on board, did not require a lot of strength to pull, so although they were soon panting, the boys showed little sign of flagging during the long trip which followed.

We had almost completed the first stage of our outward journey when I noticed Florian glancing at his brother with concern showing on his face as I continued to ply the whip upon their naked bodies. After a few such glances, Florian called back over his shoulder to me, in gasps, "He's crying! Please, stop!" I could now see tears were running down Florian's face as well.

"Left at the next turning." I instructed the boys, followed by, "We're almost there. Hold on a bit longer. You can make it." But I stopped whipping them.

A minute later, I had the boys pull off the path into a cleared area, perfect for a picnic. They lowered the curved rails of the carriage to the ground and leaned on them, panting and even wheezing a little, out of breath with the exertion. Their backs and the tops of their buttocks were both criss-crossed with red lines where the whip had landed, but the skin was unbroken.

While the boys rested, I unstrapped the picnic basket and opened it to retrieve a couple of enameled mugs and a bottle of chilled water. I walked around to the front of the coach and released the boys' hands to give them both a drink, which they badly needed following their long and vigorous exercise.

"Time to feed and water the horses," I joked as the boys drank. I noted however that their erections were still very much in evidence. Once the boys had taken the edge off their thirst, I had them bring the picnic basket almost to the middle of the clearing before opening the basket in front of the boys.

The boys' eyes looked like they were trying to copy cartoon animals with their eyeballs stretching out on stalks, with the way they stared at the food and the bottles of cordial I'd brought. Knowing young boys and their appetites (for food as well as sex), I had packed the lunch basket accordingly.

True, it wasn't that far past breakfast, but boys at that age are almost perpetually hungry and they'd been exerting themselves uncommonly hard, so I had no doubt they'd be ready for a substantial snack by now.

I noticed the boys' gazes travelling between the food and myself, uncertain if I were teasing them with the food or not. I grinned at their uncertainty but, since I'm not much into that kind of mind-game, I decided to ease their fears.

"Yes," I confirmed, "this is for all of us and especially for you. You've done really well as my ponies, so you've earned a reward. Help me spread out the blanket, then we can lay the food out and say grace and eat."

It may surprise some readers to know that I'm a Christian yet I'm into bondage and sex games with underage boys. Some people may think that's inconsistent or even hypocritical, but I don't see it that way. What's more Godly than allowing people of any age to have freedom of choice, the most basic of Human rights, so long as it doesn't do them any harm? Philipe and Florian had chosen to play this game and although I was certainly hurting them, I would always be very careful to never harm them.

I don't always Give Thanks before a meal, but I felt that on this occasion, it was more than usually appropriate.

After the blanket had been spread and the food laid out ready to eat, I had the boys kneel on the blanket with me and I prayed.

"Lord Jesus, for food, friends and fun, we thank you. Help me to always recognise before I go too far when playing with my young friends, and please help me protect them from harm. Amen"

"Amen," chorused the boys, solemnly. When we opened our eyes, I could see them looking at me with respect.

I didn't want to dwell on what could become a maudlin subject so I immediately gestured to the food and invited the boys to "dig in!" They wasted no more time doing so.

As we ate (although it was mostly the boys eating), I discussed the first stage of our journey with the boys and discovered that Philipe had been very close to his limit of endurance when Florian had alerted me to his twin's distress. Philipe hadn't wanted to complain partly from male bravado, but also it was the promise they'd both made, to obey me as my slaves. Philipe had been afraid that complaining would have been the same as disobeying me.

I immediately ordered the boys, as my slaves, to always tell me if I was becoming too rough with them or if I were about to push them past their limits, or even if they simply began to feel panicky. I followed up by pointing out that as my slaves, they were my property and since one of the duties of a slave is to look after the master's property, they had a duty to look after themselves.

Some more discussion produced from Philipe the confession that, physically, he actually could have taken quite a lot more if only he hadn't suddenly become irrationally afraid that I might go too far. It wasn't that Philipe distrusted me, but that he'd been scared I might accidentally harm him. I guessed that this was mostly what has been called 'Tie Up Game Panic', usually shortened to TUG Panic. Now Philipe felt reassured and insisted that he could go on with the game. In fact, he wanted me to be much harder on him.

I pointed out that if I were 'much harder' on him, he'd probably end up with long-lasting marks and perhaps even permanent scars on his back, then his parents would almost certainly find out what we'd been up to.

At this point in the discussion, the boys again exchanged significant looks before Florian finally revealed something important.

"Mum and dad already know that we 'play' with each other. They also know that we like pain." Florian looked and sounded sad. I just raised my eyebrows questioningly.

Philipe continued, "They caught us… playing… one time. There wasn't much point in denying what we were doing so we had to tell them everything about us."

Florian resumed the tale, "They don't like it, but they haven't forbidden us to keep playing. They just keep on reminding us to be careful."

I thought for a minute before speaking. This was very unexpected. I wondered why the twins' parents seemed so unusually sane. True, they seemed opposed to the activities the boys were engaging in, yet they weren't trying to prevent the boys from engaging in them. Many parents I knew would have gone almost insane and even tried extreme methods to prevent their offspring from engaging in such activities.

Then a thought occurred to me and I looked back and forth at my two voluntary slaves, my worry showing on my face.

"We're pretty sure they've guessed what we're doing with you besides working for you," Philipe said, anticipating my question.

"They asked us about it," added Florian. "We've been telling them that the only thing we get paid for is honest work, which is the truth." He grinned, mischievously.

Philipe in his turn added, with a grin, "They can't be too worried about it though. Don't forget, they've allowed us to stay with you overnight."

I was greatly relieved to be reminded of this and decided that I needed to talk to these remarkable parents, but that was for later. Right now, it was time for my little ponies to get back to work.

We packed everything up (there was still plenty of food left over for later) and once my pony boys were once again fastened into their positions, we set out on the second stage of our journey, with me plying the whip with renewed vigor, at least on Philipe. Since Florian wasn't so 'into' pain as his twin, I was deliberately even gentler on him than I had been before.

We stopped so the boys could rest whenever I judged that they were becoming too tired or they needed to pee and at each break, I made sure to give them water and to ask each of them how they were holding up then changed how I plied the whip so as to avoid driving either boy beyond his limits. I also gave them more frequent rest breaks as they tired.

Around an hour before lunch time, I had the boys stop at a field which needed some harrowing. I had ploughed it the day before and had left the harrowing for later. Of course, I had farm equipment and could do the job mechanically, but I'd figured out a more amusing way of getting the field harrowed.

I harnessed both boys to a small, light harrow and had them work as my plough-horses to pull the harrow across the field. I used a type of double-pillory as the yoke, so they were forced to stand with their wrists and necks trapped in the wood until I chose to release them.

The twins actually managed to get more than half the field harrowed before I saw that their strength and endurance were almost gone, whereupon I released them so that we could all partake of lunch from the still well-supplied picnic basket (which was considerably less well-supplied once two hungry youngsters had satisfied themselves from its bounty). Of course another reason for the break was to allow the boys to rest before the return journey.

We had one more picnic break on the way home but in spite of the frequent breaks the boys were still very tired by the time we reached my house again. In fact, Florian declared that they were ready to drop, and they looked it.

As well, Philipe's back and buttocks were both covered with welts from the whip, a few of which had bled a little in spite of my care. I wasn't pleased with myself about this but once Philipe was informed of the damage, he behaved as though the blood was a badge of honour.

Florian was in far better shape so far as his back and buttocks were concerned, although I could see signs that in the realm of endurance, he was much worse off than his brother so I resolved to be especially gentle with Florian that evening.

With the coach secured in its shed, I had the boys carry the near-empty picnic basket back to the kitchen, then I removed their collars, telling them that they needed to have a shower.

"Philipe," I instructed him, "look after Florian and help him in the shower. He wasn't kidding when he said he was ready to drop."

Florian began to protest that he was fine, but I immediately cut him off.

"Stop! I'm not blind and I'm not stupid. You're obviously very far from being 'fine.' You need help so just accept it. I don't want you collapsing in the shower and banging your head or something! In fact," I added, "get in and I'll join you both."

Since they were both already naked, the boys headed to the shower while I went to my bedroom to undress.

The shower was pleasant enough although both boys gritted their teeth against the pain as the warm water ran over their welted backs. The only good part about that was how the pain helped to keep Florian alert although I noticed him stagger slightly a couple of times even with both Philipe and myself helping to steady him.

I had the boys wrap themselves in large beach towels and, after fastening their collars around their necks again, allowed them to rest on the couch while I cooked the evening meal. When it was ready, I discovered both boys had fallen asleep while waiting, cuddled up to each other. They looked so cute, I could barely bring myself to disturb them.

I gently woke the boys and although they both declared themselves able to eat without aid, it was clear that Florian at least was too dopey with fatigue to accomplish even this simple task, so over his sleepy protests I fed him almost like a baby.

Once 'The Animals' were fed, I put them in the same bed in a spare room and left them to sleep in comfort. I'd been planning some other 'activities' for that evening but it was obvious that the boys were in no condition to enjoy them. Both the activities and the boys would have to wait for tomorrow.

I did make some concessions to their masochism by placing locks on their collars so the boys would be unable to remove them and by locking the collars together with a 50 cm [1½'] length of chain. I also locked their genitals inside chastity cages so that they would be unable to masturbate until I permitted them to.

Since both boys had fallen asleep almost the instant their heads hit the pillows and remained 'dead to the world' as I applied their bindings, I knew the boys would have a surprise in the morning.

I knew from past experience with the boys that this was exactly the type of kink which would appeal to their masochism, after they'd had enough rest to appreciate it.

I was fairly tired too, so I decided to have an early night and was soon in bed also.

Thus ended the first day of Philipe's and Florian's 'Birthday Present' from me.

Chapter 3
The Pearly Gates Of Heaven

Philipe glared at me (barely suppressing a smile) as he grabbed the small chastity cage locked around his equally small genitals and said, with great feeling, "You're mean!" A glance at his caged little cocklet told me that it was desperately trying – and failing – to become erect.

"And nasty," added Florian, while fingering his own chastity cage as I shifted my gaze first to him, then downward to confirm that his little cocklet was in the same desperately-trying-to-become-erect condition as his brother's.

It seemed that my little 'surprise', which I had applied the night before while the twins slept, met with the approval of at least one of the boys.

I guessed that both boys were in the habit of performing a certain sexual activity immediately upon awakening. This morning, they had awoken to the discovery that it was no longer possible without my permission.

Knowing that both of the boys were actually enjoying this game at a deeper level, I casually replied, "Guilty, M'Lord, but there's nothing you can do about it… except wait until I let you out of those things."

Florian suddenly and unexpectedly asked me, with a genuinely worried tone, "You won't really leave our dicks locked in these things all the time will you?"

I smiled reassuringly back at him and stretched my arms as I answered, "Only until you're both desperate for sex, then I'll let you out. Believe me, the break will make your enjoyment all the stronger and well worth the wait!"

I grinned at them as, Florian having had his fears allayed, both boys grinned back at me, implicitly complicit in their own torment.

My memories of being thirteen years old myself meant that I fully understood that being unable to masturbate was a true torment for both boys, especially since the last time either youngster had been able to do so would have been early yesterday morning, so I had no intention of making their genital confinement last for too long a time and had every intention of making it worth their wait, later – which both boys now understood, hence their happy cooperation with their enforced temporary chastity.

I swung my legs out from under the covers and stood up, naked in front of the boys with my usual morning erection swinging in front of their eager and lecherous combined gaze. Florian actually licked his lips. In spite of being less into pain than his brother, he was noticeably more eager when it came to sexual activities and I'd long ago gained the impression that if I'd allowed him, he would have sucked me off constantly until he (or more likely I) became physically incapable of continuing due to exhaustion.

I briefly considered allowing them to fellate me but I needed a different kind of relief more urgently and so I simply stood up and took the keys to the boys' restraints from where I'd hung them around my neck the night before, then unlocked the chain which connected their collars together.

"Get dressed in good clothes," I instructed the boys as I headed for the toilet. "We're going to church this morning." I paused at the doorway and looked back at their surprised and somewhat disappointed faces.

"What? Did you think you were going to get out of going to church today just because you're with me? Not a chance! But we have the rest of the day for fun after church, so don't think you're going to miss out on anything by going. I have some extra-special fun planned for later."

The boys exchanged eager and delighted looks before leaving to get dressed as I went to perform my usual morning ablutions, although not before I noted that their backs and buttocks seemed to have recovered well from the previous day's 'entertainment.' Only a few light whip-marks along with some minor scratches on Philipe's back remained as evidence of their day as my Pony Boys.

I had decided to go to the church attended by the boys' parents even though it wasn't my regular place of worship, both because the boys would feel more comfortable and because I would have a chance to at last meet their parents in person. The belief systems of our respective faiths were compatible so I felt no ethical conflict from attending a different church for once.

Since the boys' shirt collars did not hide their leather slave collars, I removed the latter right after breakfast before we walked the few blocks to the church building. All of us would have preferred to have left the slave collars on, but the sight of them may have prompted awkward questions and the other members of the church would probably have thought them inappropriate and disrespectful to wear in church.

The chastity cages were, however, invisible under the boys' clothing and so remained locked in place.

We arrived shortly before the service was due to begin, so I had only a moment to greet the boys' parents and introduce myself before we sat down for the service. After affectionately greeting their parents, the boys nevertheless decided that since I was looking after them for the weekend, it would be appropriate for them to sit with me instead of with their parents, this time.

The sermon was an exhortation and encouragement piece on the subject of 'How to ensure you will enter those Pearly Gates of Heaven.' I was rather surprised that I enjoyed the sermon, although I was sure of my place in Heaven. Besides anything else, I was certain I would have two youthful advocates to speak on my behalf when that time arrived.

Somewhere in amongst the sermon, the Minister quoted the verse about allowing children to come to Jesus and not forbidding them because children are loved by God.

I realised that, although my way of expressing it was somewhat unconventional, I definitely loved 'my' boys and I would have without hesitation given up the games we played had I any indication that the boys were being harmed by those games.

Fortunately for all three of us, there had been no such indication. In fact, the boys seemed to be thriving under my occasional care.

After the service, I did the expected 'meet & greet' before managing to confine the conversation to the five of us: the boys' parents, the twins and myself, and to move the conversation away from the rest of the crowd so we would have some privacy.

There was the usual and expected 'talking about the weather' before I steered the conversation in the direction I wanted.

It was almost painfully obvious during the opening stages of the conversation that the twins' parents were distinctly uncomfortable and obviously anticipating the broaching of the subject of the unusual predilections of their offspring.

Eventually, I brought the subject up as delicately as I could.

"You certainly have a pair of remarkable boys here." It was my opening salvo.

"They certainly are," was the non-committal reply from their father.

"I gather that you're aware of their somewhat unusual… activities?" I gently probed.

Their father sounded more resigned than accepting as he replied, "Yes, we are," obviously speaking for his wife, who paid attention to the conversation and nodded agreement at times but seemed content with allowing her husband to speak for her.

"I am grateful to both of you for allowing them to visit with me," I began my main barrage, as it were. I was presuming that both parents were inclined to be hostile toward my activities with their sons. I needed to assume such, for both my own and the boys' protection. "I enjoy their company, and they are both able workers on my farm. Although I could handle it all myself, the extra free time they allow me because of their help is welcome."

"They don't only work, though, do they?"

It was a blunt question, although delivered without any hostility that I could detect.

"We do have a lot of fun together too," I replied, somewhat guardedly.

"They have a lot of fun together, too," was the reply, also delivered guardedly in my opinion.

"So they have told me," I countered. "But it seems to me that their games are somewhat more… sophisticated… than those of most boys their age?"

"That's certainly one way of expressing it." Their father now sounded a little rueful.

"Given the 'sophistication' of their games, it also seems to me that they need a guide," I continued. "Someone older than they, with more experience, to guide them as well as to protect them in case they should make a mistake. Someone who would be willing to act in loco parentis to try to prevent injury and to be ready to assist should an injury occur in spite of all care. Would you agree?"

The relief on the faces of both parents would have been comical had I been a bystander rather than one of those actively engaged in the conversation. I heard a quiet snort from the direction of the twins and, glancing at them momentarily, noticed that both boys were desperately trying to suppress a fit of the giggles.

"I think they were hoping you'd want the job?" enquired the boys' father with a slight smile. "It certainly appears to me as though you've embraced the task with enthusiasm?" Gentle, sombre teasing.

"I have and I do." I looked at the grinning boys, detecting something more behind their periodic fits of the giggles than just the current conversation.

"It seems that they've chosen you for that role. In fact, they admitted it to us."

I stared enquiringly at the boys' father. This was a surprise.

"You're a single male, living alone, who never seems to have female company, so most people in town have made certain… assumptions about you. Certainly our boys did."

I glanced again at the twins, who were covering their mouths trying to hold in their giggles, then looked back to their father, raising my eyebrows in further enquiry.

"Neither my wife nor I knew it at the time or for some time after, but it seems that they trespassed on your farm quite deliberately, hoping to get caught by you," stated their father as his wife nodded in agreement.

I slowly and deliberately turned my head toward the giggling but guilty-looking pair of boys again and gave them a fixed look before speaking.

"We will talk about this, later," I said, in significant tones, then I turned my head back to their parents and winked at them. The boys had ceased to giggle after I delivered my threat, although they were still grinning since they knew me well enough by now to be unafraid of anything I might threaten them with.

The twins' father sighed and looked a little regretful as he continued, "I can't say that we approve, but we do want our boys to be happy and they seem to be very happy in your company, and I can see that they… care about you a lot, and you for them."

I nodded respectfully in acknowledgement of this compliment. I could hardly believe that these parents were so sensible about their offspring's highly unconventional method of entertaining themselves.

"I hope to remain worthy of your trust," I replied, soberly.

"I'm sure you will be, as you have been already. Like I said, we don't approve of what they're doing with each other, or of what I'm sure they're doing with you. In fact, my first impulse was to forbid them from continuing their… activities, but I've educated myself sufficiently on the subject to be certain that opposing their desires will only lead to grief for all of us. The only sensible compromise is to try to ensure their safety.

"In such matters, a father's guidance is… insufficient." The twins' father tended to wax eloquent when emotional, I noticed. He continued, in almost pleading tones, "They need someone who can guide them and keep them safe. They need… a mentor."

I glanced at the now-serious pair of boys before redirecting my attention back to their parental units.

"And they have chosen me to be that mentor?" It was mostly a statement but with an implied question. "Then I will do my utmost to be a worthy mentor for them, and to keep them safe no matter what activities we may indulge in."

"I'm sure you will," came the reply. "I'm also sure that many of those 'activities' will be, strictly speaking, against the law." Before I could register my alarm, the twins' father continued without pause, "However we do not intend to enquire into exactly what activities you engage in with them, so long as they are unharmed by those activities, and desire them," with finality.

I acknowledged this with, "They are human beings and deserve to be treated with respect, especially for their feelings and desires, yet they are also children and need to be guided and restrained at times, to prevent them from being harmed. I will do my best to provide all of this for them, with your permission."

From that point, since all of our 'essential business' had been concluded, the conversation dissolved into more small talk before we parted on good terms, but not before I had been given permission to keep the boys for three more days since it happened to be the start of the Easter school holidays.

Both boys hugged their father spontaneously and enthusiastically after he conveyed this permission, which eased my fears about my coming between them and their parents (and probably eased their parents' fears too, I reflected later).

As we walked back to my home, the boys were literally jumping with excitement at the knowledge that they could stay with me for longer than we'd planned. I could practically say that they bounced all the way back, while simultaneously giving me broad hints as to what activities we could indulge in during our time together. The boys were trying to be a little discreet because we were technically still out in public, but all the same, the suggestions the boys offered were so obviously sexual that I was relieved nobody else came within hearing range during our walk.

Immediately we entered the house, the boys were stripping their clothes off while heading to their temporary bedroom where their clothes were stored, returning moments later with their slave collars once again fastened around their little necks and their dicks obviously straining within the confines of their chastity cages.

In response to the eager enquiries from the twins as to what activities we would be engaging in, I studied their faces solemnly for a moment, considering the possibilities.

Their parents had all but stated outright that I had their permission to engage in homosexual activity with their offspring, and to supplement it with bondage and discipline, yet I didn't want to abuse either the privilege or the boys. 'The medicine as before' seemed the wisest choice for now.

"I know that we're not supposed to work on a Sunday, but there is that field which needs its harrowing finished, and I owe you two rascals some kind of punishment for your trick on me, although I expect you imps would call that 'fun' and not work nor a punishment," I offered.

"Yes!" Florian almost cheered, before suddenly dropping to his knees in front of me and saying, "Sorry, Master." Philipe immediately took his cue from his brother and did likewise.

As quickly as that, both boys were back into 'slave mode' with me and I couldn't keep from laughing momentarily at their sudden change in attitude.

I had the boys help me as I once again packed a picnic hamper with plenty of food and drink and, after a substantial snack for the boys, the coach was once again employed as part of our playtime.

This time, I had the boys head straight for the field without going by the roundabout route which we had taken the previous day. As a consequence, their backs suffered a lot less from my whip on the outward journey and by the time we arrived, they were also suffering far less from fatigue than on the previous day.

Both boys stood still and cooperated eagerly as I fastened the pillory-yoke, trapping their necks and wrists inescapably within the clutches of the heavy wood, then I stood behind the harrow and began plying the whip again.

I skimmed over the event in my previous story, but I enjoyed the sight of the boys' naked buttocks as they strained to pull the harrow over the field no less then than I did now.

I applied the whip to the boys' bare backs and buttocks almost constantly, being merciless when it came to how often I struck them, although I was using considerably less than my full strength because I did not want to cause bleeding wounds in the dusty, dirty environment of the field.

Eventually, the harrowing was finished. Both boys stood with their necks and wrists still trapped in the pillory-yoke, breathing hard as I gave each of them a large drink of water since the evidence of their dehydration was trickling down their faces and bodies in profusion as they perspired freely in the spring sunshine.

After the boys had satisfied their thirst, I took some time to circle them and admire their naked bodies while they remained imprisoned in the pillory-yoke, which action both boys seemed to take pride in. They were beautiful; they knew it and they knew I knew it, so they made no attempt (however futile any such attempt would have been in their current situation) to hide themselves from my gaze.

After a moment, Florian asked, "Like what you see?" with a cheeky grin.

"Yes, my slave," I replied, emphasising the word very deliberately as I stepped over the traces harnessing the boys to the harrow, to stand behind them. "I do very much like what I see. Especially these cute little bare bums." I applied a brisk swat with each hand to each of their perky posteriors in turn, causing my little captives to squeak and jump in surprise. I had struck them just hard enough to convey a gentle warning that Florian had gone too far.

A few seconds passed while both boys absorbed the implied threat before Florian decided to take a different tack with me.

"If you like our bums so much, why haven't you fucked them? Don't you like us enough for that?" Florian sounded wistful.

For a moment, Florian's frank enquiry floored me. The boys had made jokes about such things in the past, but this was the first time that either boy had made the offer blatantly and in all seriousness. It sounded to me like Florian thought something was lacking in our relationship without this next step.

While I was still collecting my scattered wits and trying to compose a reply, Philipe chimed in, "We've been waiting for a long time for you to fuck us, but you've never even tried. Please? Just do it! We both want it."

Then Florian added, seductively, "and we can't stop you, locked in this thing. You can do whatever you want to us." Both boys were craning their necks around while locked in the pillory-yoke, trying to look at me and anxiously awaiting my reply.

I couldn't help a small chuckle at their unashamed solicitation, but became serious again as I replied.

"I do love both of you, and I'd love to bury my cock in your cute little holes. I bet they're nice and tight! I haven't done it because I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I try to fit my big dick inside your tiny holes. More than hurt you, in fact. I could tear you open so badly you'd have to go to hospital, which would ruin everything, for all of us!"

The boys looked at each other and in a flash of inspiration, the expressions on their faces told me exactly what secret they'd been sharing.

"You've been fucking each other, haven't you?"

Boys are strange creatures. A moment ago, they were unashamedly asking me for anal sex, yet now, they both blushed deeply at having their sexual secret uncovered by me.

"You have, haven't you?" I prompted the embarrassed duo.

After a slightly awkward pause, both boys nodded. Florian followed up his nod with more information.

"Only a couple of times, on our birthday and the night before we came to see you."

"And you think that qualifies you to be fucked by me, hmm?"

"Well, now we know what it's like," protested Philipe, "so we were sure you'd enjoy it too."

Florian followed up, "We want you to do this for us, for our birthday."

I'd been planning on a little anal play with the boys later, but I'd intended to only use my fingers and probably some small anal toys, not my cock. I wanted to 'train' them a little first, so that they would learn the joys of having their prostates massaged while their anal orifices were slowly stretched over a period of some days or even weeks.

"I don't think you understand just how painful it will be, having my cock enter your bums. My dick is only on the large side of average, but you already know I'm far bigger than either of you. At the least, you'll need a lot of careful stretching 'down there' before you might – just might – be able to take my cock safely. It's certainly not something I want to do out here, without any preparation or lubrication."

Disappointment showed on both boys' faces as they looked at each other before I continued.

"All I'll promise is to try, later." The twins' faces brightened considerably at this point. "I'll stretch you slowly and if I think you can take my cock, I'll at least give it a try. Don't get too eager," I added, seeing their happy looks, "I can't promise it will work. You may still be too small to take my cock without being hurt. All I'm promising is to try, carefully."

"Now, let's have lunch," I invited the boys as I released them from the imprisoning yoke.

It was still a little early for lunch, but the twins had worked up quite an appetite so, after they used some of the water I'd brought to wash their faces and hands, I let the boys loose on the supplies which vanished with amazing rapidity under their combined onslaught.

A farmer's life gave me a decent appetite but compared to the twins, my appetite might have been compared to that of a bird. Not for the first time, nor the last for that matter, I found myself wondering where these two rapacious little stomachs-on-legs found room for the quantities of food they were eagerly devouring.

As on the outward journey, I took a more direct route back home than that which I had followed the previous day. I didn't want the boys to be totally exhausted as they had been after yesterday's strenuous activities, which had led to the cancellation of my planned evening of entertainment.

Watching the boys' firm, pert little bottoms winking in the sun as I whipped them reminded me of how they had blatantly offered those same bottoms to me and this thought turned me on. As I have previously stated, I mostly gained my satisfaction from giving the twins their pleasure hence the activities which I'd planned for later that afternoon and evening had been designed with this in mind. I had been going to introduce them to a little anal play and to prostate massages using my fingers and some special toys I had available, since I was sure they would find it enjoyable.

Now, knowing that these two wanted me to penetrate them not with my finger but with my penis was a wonderful turn-on; all the more because, knowing the boys as I did, I suspected that their eagerness to have my penis inside their rectums was not entirely selfish but was motivated – at least a little – by the desire to give me pleasure.

I felt honoured to have been chosen by the boys and during the whole journey home, I was planning exactly how to play out the scene later. It needed to be something special; something memorable, so that they could understand fully how wonderful a gift they were offering me, even if (as I suspected) their little anuses were too small as yet to accommodate my member.

We arrived back at my house not too much later and with the carriage once again stored away in the shed, the boys carried the nearly empty picnic basket back to the kitchen before I immediately conducted them to the bathroom to give them both enemas. I saw no real point in waiting. This game was going to take a long time anyway, so we would probably need the whole afternoon.

Neither boy had even heard of an enema before, but once I explained that I didn't want any 'nasty surprises' while probing their rears and that this was to clean them out, they quickly got the point although as should be expected from young boys, their realisation of what was about to happen was accompanied by much nervous giggling.

I'm not into enemas. To me, they're merely a means to an end. This is the reason why I do not intend to describe the process. Both boys did seem to find the nozzle insertion 'interesting' at least, but to me the whole thing was just a messy and smelly necessary nuisance. A quick wash completed the process and ensured there would be no lingering nasty smells.

The boys' eyes opened wide when they entered our Playroom and saw the addition I had made to it, then Philipe commented, "Wow!" followed by Florian with an enthusiastic, "Cool!"

Sitting close to the floor, nearly in the middle of the Playroom was a double-pillory, a lot like the one used on the boys earlier for the harrowing, but even heavier and fixed to a frame on the floor that was immobile and unmovable, barring an earthquake violent enough to throw the house off its foundations.

I opened the pillory and, gesturing to it, invited the boys, "choose your side, boys, but choose carefully because you're going to be locked in this thing for a long time – a couple of hours at least and very possibly the whole afternoon!"

For once, the look which the twins exchanged was as readable to me as it was to them. Rapturous excitement! I caught another glimpse of their cocklets straining to escape their cages before the boys knelt down and placed their necks and wrists in the appropriate places, Philipe on the left and Florian on the right, before I closed the pillory to lock them in.

The pillory was low enough to the floor that both boys were kneeling on the carpet squares which I had incorporated as padding for their knees, so my next step was to spread their thighs somewhat and use leather straps attached to the floor to fasten their legs in that position, both just below the knees and at the ankles.

I stood back and admired my two little prisoners, slowly circling them so as to enjoy the scene to the utmost. For their part, the boys wriggled around a lot, trying to find a way to escape the pillory or at least close their legs. Both were hopeless prospects of course, but I knew well enough that a lot of their enjoyment came from struggling and failing to escape. For my part, I was enjoying the sight of their handsome young bodies and cute little butts wriggling in front of me in a way which I found both entertaining and inviting. I would answer that invitation soon enough.

I brought out the tube of lubricant and a relatively small dildo and stood where the boys were able to see me by turning their heads, wiggling both objects suggestively to them. Nervousness showed on both boys' faces, but also anticipation.

"Who's first?" was my question. The boys looked at one another and I was about to make the decision for them when Florian piped up, "I guess I should. If I can take the pain, then Philipe will definitely be able to."

Since I had been about to suggest the same thing, for the same reason, I said nothing as I opened the tube of lubricant and, with the boys watching, spread lubricant over my fingers before moving behind Florian.

I could see the boy trembling, even held almost motionless as he was by the pillory and the straps holding his legs, but there was not a murmur of protest from him as I began to slowly and carefully massage the lubricant into his skin, first around and then over his small pucker. There were, however, several deep breaths, followed by some sighs as I began to push harder and harder against his anus as I ran my fingers over it.

Gradually, Florian relaxed until almost like an afterthought, his anal sphincter relaxed and the end of one of my fingers slipped inside him, to be immediately withdrawn again. I wanted him to be as relaxed as possible before I began to really probe inside him. I heard Florian gasp at the penetration but once again the boy chose not to complain.

Over the next few minutes, I began a frequent insertion and withdrawal of the end of one finger into Florian's rear opening as the boy continued to relax, until I was pushing my finger deeply inside his rectum.

As I performed my anal massage on Florian, I took the opportunity to discover where the boy's prostate was located, taking note of both his gasping reaction to my rubbing it and to its exact position, so that I could aim for it later in order to give the boy the maximum pleasure possible.

I paused momentarily in order to lubricate the small dildo but made no other announcement before bringing it up to Florian's rear and then gently but firmly inserting it fully into his relaxed opening.

I was almost shocked at how easily the dildo went inside the boy. There was obviously plenty of room, which was the last thing I had expected.

Those readers who are more experienced may at this point be laughing at how naïve I was, but you need to recall that up until that time, the only anus I'd had any experience with penetrating was my own and back then, there were no literary resources to educate myself with. I'd had no idea up until that point that boys aged around thirteen generally have an anal opening capable of being stretched far enough to accommodate an adult male's penis without causing injury.

I was soon enlightened however, as over the next few minutes I quickly changed to larger and larger dildos until the one I was using on Florian was around the same size as my own penis and perhaps even a little larger, but still the boy only grunted and gasped in what I took to be pleasure as the dildo massaged his prostate gland.

I stood up, holding the largest dildo inside the boy as I leaned over the pillory to speak to him.

"That's about the same size as I am. How's it feel? Much pain?"

There were a couple of gasps from Florian before he could reply.

"Not… not too bad. (gasp) I can stand it okay. (gasp) It feels… kind of… (gasp) good! Especially when you move it!"

I stood up and, one-handed, unfastened and dropped my trousers and underpants. Somehow, I then managed to smear a large amount of lubricant over my now erect penis while still holding the dildo inside the panting boy.

I knelt on the carpeting behind the boy and carefully withdrew the dildo, then quickly smeared more lubricant over my penis and his anus before placing the head of my erection against his anus. I'd only meant to rest it firmly against his anus, but Florian was so loose, the head of my cock slipped inside him before I really knew what was happening. I paused and waited just a moment. I'd decided to give each boy a final chance, just in case.

"Last chance to back out. If you tell me to do it, I will, and you won't have any choice from this point on."

"Do it." Florian's voice was a little breathless, but confident.

Without further ado, I slowly but steadily pressed my cock forward, entering the boy's rectum fully in one long, continuous motion, accompanied by an equally long moan from the penetrated boy.

I paused, fully inside Florian. It was the most amazing feeling, having that tight sheath gripping my penis. For a moment, I was almost afraid to move because my cock was now very sensitive.

Finally, I began to move and the sensations were incredible. I wished I had made Florian give me a blow job, so that I could have lasted longer. As it was, it took only a few strokes before I was spurting my load inside Florian's rectum.

I rested for a minute after ejaculating to allow my penis to recover before I re-started my back-and-forth motion within Florian's rear, deliberately aiming to massage his prostate as I did so.

Having already climaxed once, I lasted long enough to hear Florian squeal in pleasure and to note that he emitted a few spurts from his still-caged penis despite it being unable to become erect. This knowledge was enough to trigger me to again dispense my load inside the boy.

Slowly, I withdrew my softening member from the perspiring boy's rear and, after a short rest, thought to examine Florian to discover whether or not I had caused him any injury. To my relief, there was none.

"How was it?" I enquired of the boy.

"That. Was. Fantastic!" Florian affirmed, in highly measured but enthusiastic tones. "Can we do it again?"

I laughed, somewhat weakly.

"Not right now, you little sex fiend! I need some time to recover, and Philipe's turn is next anyway."

I heard a weak laugh from Florian, obviously proud of himself for pleasing me even through his near-exhaustion, the consequence of him experiencing such a powerful climax.

I stood up a little weakly, surprised to discover that I was almost as drained as Florian for the moment. I paused at the door before leaving the room.

"I'll leave the door open so you can call me for help if there's any problems. I'm going to wait an hour or so, so I'll be able to give Philipe a good load when I return. Enjoy the wait."

That was the point when Florian declared himself desperate for a sit-down visit to the toilet, so I paused the game long enough to allow him to dispose of the contents of his bowels, most of which I had contributed to. I guessed that the urge was merely the after-effects of our sexual activity. At least there was no sign of blood, which again reassured me that Florian was sound. After, I immediately returned the boy to his place in the pillory alongside his brother.

I fixed myself a snack while I recovered, and that prompted me to make one for Florian too. I took it to him, with a drink of water, discovering that I had guessed correctly that he needed both following his sexual activity and the perspiration resulting from it.

I reassured Philipe that his turn was coming while I fed the helpless Florian before I once again left the trapped duo to their own devices for a while.

I waited a full hour before finally re-entering the room, where I once again took up the small dildo and the lubricant in preparation for Philipe's anal ravishment.

As I applied the lubricant to the dildo in Philipe's sight, he said, in a complaining tone, "Do you have to use that stuff?"

"I think so," I replied. "I'd probably literally tear you apart inside, without it."

"Oh." Disappointed. Then wistfully, "I want it to hurt."

I'd been going to give Philipe a chance to back out, just as I had done with Florian, but his obvious desire to be penetrated made that formality unnecessary in my opinion.

"Oh?" I questioned, stepping behind him then crouching down with the lubricated dildo ready. "Really?" Without waiting for an answer, I forced the small dildo slowly and steadily all the way into Philipe's rectum, producing an anguished screech of pain from the over-eager boy.

Having my experience with Florian to guide me, I knew by now that such a small dildo, well lubricated, could not possibly cause any real injury to Philipe, but with no preparation, the penetration of his anus and rectum was causing an initially painful reaction.

I slowly fucked Philipe with the small dildo while he squealed in pain and very sincerely begged and pleaded with me to stop, struggling mightily and in vain against the various restraints holding him helplessly spread open for his torment.

After a few minutes, the boy's squeals and struggling both subsided as his anus and rectum became used to the penetration and the pain faded.

When Philipe was merely gasping, I finally stopped and withdrew the dildo. On my way to get a larger dildo, I paused by Philipe's head, crouched down and said, in a warning tone of voice, "Be careful what you ask for, little one. Sometimes, you'll get it." I thought I heard a short, rueful laugh from the boy as I stood up again, although it might have been a sob. At least he wasn't begging for mercy any longer.

I didn't wait for a reply but immediately fetched the larger dildo and, after lubricating it carefully, drove it slowly but steadily all the way into his rectum, stretching him further and producing some more squeaks of obvious pain, although nowhere near as loud as before.

As quickly as I dared, I moved through the larger dildos until I was fucking Philipe with the one which was around the same size as my cock. By this time, it was obvious that much of the pain had subsided so Philipe managed to keep from squealing although there were plenty of grunts and gasps punctuating my motions with the dildo.

Once again, after making sure that the boy's rear was as relaxed as it could reasonably be, I prepared myself and knelt behind Philipe, ready for my well lubricated and once-again rampant cock to invade his little opening.

I pulled Philipe's bottom cheeks apart, saying as I did so, "Once again, I open the pearly gates and prepare to enter Heaven." Then I lined up my cock and pressed forwards.

My cock had started to enter Philipe before both he and Florian began to laugh at my joke, which set me off too, although I didn't stop my steady penetration of Philipe's anal opening.

Florian was the only one capable of continuing to laugh as the sensations from my penetrating cock began to overwhelm both Philipe and me.

An hour had been just long enough recovery time that I could fully enjoy the sexual activity while still being short enough to allow me to maintain some control, hence I managed to send Philipe into sexual ecstasy before I too climaxed, depositing a good load of cum inside the boy's body.

I slowly withdrew my cock from Philipe's ravished rear and inspected the boy to be sure I hadn't caused him an injury. I was desperately afraid that my harsher treatment of him might have resulted in tragic consequences, but I had worried for nothing. As with Florian, Philipe was just fine although he too soon expressed his need for the toilet. Naturally, I allowed it.

Once both boys were back in the pillory, I brought Philipe some food and drink and fed him as I had done with Florian, then I left them like that, telling them that they could talk to each other but only to call for me if they were in trouble – things such as cramps, needing the toilet or similar.

Young boys are amazingly resilient creatures. They remained in the pillory for most of the afternoon, with me occasionally 'dropping in' to have sex with one or the other of them.

I allowed the boys short breaks when either of them needed the toilet, but otherwise, they remained as trapped sex machines, at my convenience for the rest of the day. Their penis cages remained in place the whole time. I intended to remove the cages eventually, but I knew that the boys would find it more exciting if I forced them to beg me for sexual release, first.

Both boys loved being helpless and being 'raped' by me. I know they loved it because they told me so after it was over. At my age though, I could only manage six 'consummations' – three with each boy – over the course of the afternoon, so it seems probable that much of the boys' enjoyment came from the anticipation coupled with their helplessness.

Nevertheless, the boys were both very tired and their muscles were beginning to ache by the time I released them for the evening meal and so once again, we all had an early night with the two of them again chained together in bed.

This time I also handcuffed them (in front because it would have been too difficult for them to sleep otherwise) and applied leg-cuffs as well. These items would not stop them from going to the toilet if they really needed to, but would inconvenience them as well as exciting them.

Thus ended the second day of my Birthday Present to the twins.

Chapter 4
A Taste Of The Distaff Side

My annoyance at being awoken was quickly replaced by concern as I realised from the snatches of conversation which I could catch over the noise of the rain that the fraternal duo were arguing about my not allowing them to masturbate for (thus far) two entire days. I wondered if I had gone too far by keeping them celibate for such a long time, even though I had occasionally managed almost as long when I was their age.

I sat up as the boys entered, Philipe almost dragging a reluctant Florian along with him. Philipe was the one to speak first.

"Florian has something he needs to tell you."

"No I don't," insisted Florian, unconvincingly.

"Don't be silly! You know our orders. Tell him!" I soon realised that Philipe was referring to my order, given two days ago, that the boys were to immediately inform me if the game was becoming too much for them.

I stared enquiringly at Florian, fixing him with a look which permitted no dissembling.

For just a moment, Florian resisted that look, then he broke down and tears began running down his face as he grabbed at the chastity cage keeping his sexual apparatus inaccessible.

"Please, take this thing off me! I can't take it any longer. I need to wank! PLEASE!" The final word was almost a wail.

It had finally happened. Two days had been my limit when I was around thirteen years old but that had been voluntary abstention. With the chastity cage locked around his penis, Florian had no choice in the matter and that probably made all the difference in his mind. The boy seemed close to panic so I sat on the side of my bed and drew him into my embrace to comfort him as he wept from sheer helpless sexual frustration, and also, I believed, from shame at what he saw as his weakness in not simply accepting without question anything I did to him as my slave.

I looked at Philipe, who was forced by the short chain between their necks to stay close beside his brother, noting with concern that he appeared to be trying to hide similar emotions.

"How are you doing?"

The boy looked down for a moment before returning my gaze.

"Not so good." Quiet. Almost ashamed. "I don't think I can take it much longer, either."

"In that case, I'd better make sure you both get the relief you need before the end of the day."

The change in their demeanour was almost comical as relief showed on both their faces before I continued, "But of course, you can't get something for nothing. You have to do something special to earn the privilege. But if you do it, then I can promise you each some nice orgasms by the time you go to bed tonight!"

"Penis orgasms?" Asked Philipe, anxiously. "Those climaxes we got from you fucking us were nice, but they didn't really satisfy us. In fact, they seemed to just make us want more!"

I'd heard that an orgasm stimulated through prostate massage, while intensely pleasant, was often not truly satisfying so I grinned at having this information confirmed.

"Yes, proper orgasms. I'll make sure you get the satisfaction you want. You've trusted me this far, so trust me the rest of the way. Okay?"

Florian threw his shackled arms over my head and brought them down so he could hug me before removing them again and wiping his tear-streaked face.

"Please, make it soon!" Florian pleaded with me.

"It will be exactly when I choose, and no sooner," was my reply, although I delivered the line with a reassuring smile and followed it up with a quick kiss to the end of Florian's nose.

It was a piece of carefully calculated cruelty; making the boys wait even longer right after Florian had expressed his inability to cope any longer with his enforced chastity. It was possible that the delay would be too much for him, but I was counting on Florian's resolve being renewed by the promise of a 'proper' orgasm later. I believed the hope imparted to Florian by my promise would give him the will power to cope just that little bit longer.

It was also a way for Florian to 'redeem himself' over what I believe he saw as his personal failure in begging me for sexual release. If I had immediately given him the release he'd begged for, it would have satisfied him in one way, but in another way it may have left him with damaged self-esteem. Now, he had a second chance to show me that he both could and would fulfil his promise to obey me as a slave.

I quickly attended to my toilet needs and dressed, then led the boys to the Playroom where I unlocked a wardrobe which I had carefully stocked over a period of time with some special playtime items. I had been preparing for this day almost ever since that first day when the twins had chosen to be spanked in the nude by me after I had caught them scrumping my apples.

Before opening the wardrobe, I looked at the waiting duo and said, in deliberately ominous tones, "You are not going to like this!" Then I opened the wardrobe and listened to the gasps of astonishment as I rummaged for a moment in a box in the bottom to retrieve the first items the boys would have to wear that day.

As I turned around I grinned at the boys, standing with their mouths hanging open in mingled astonishment, disbelief and wonder at the items they saw on the hangars inside the wardrobe. Then they looked at what I was holding and the emotions expressed on their faces intensified. They looked back and forth from the items to my face several times before Philipe managed to speak at last, in highly disbelieving tones.

"No! We can't wear those!"

"I told you you wouldn't like it!" I reiterated. "It doesn't make any difference how you feel though, because you have to do this if you want those orgasms I promised you. They were conditional upon you obeying me, you know!"

"But..." began Philipe, uncertain of what argument to use. Florian was more direct.

"We're not girls!" protested Florian, staring at the modified frilly knickers I was holding up for his and his brother's inspection.

"I used you both like girls, yesterday," I pointed out, "and I'll be using you like girls a few more times today... that is," I added, questioningly, "unless you want to stop playing these games with me? You can, you know. I'll still be your friend and you can still come work for me and be paid. We just won't be playing these games any more. Is that what you want?"

There was a moment of silence as the boys first stared at each other then finally looked back at me. It was Philipe who spoke.

"No. We promised to be your slaves and we're not going back on that promise."

I noted however that a tear escaped one of Philipe's eyes and trickled down his cheek and his voice shook as he spoke. It had cost both boys a lot, deciding to keep to their promise in spite of my offer of being freed from it without adverse consequences. But, upon reflection, I realised that the most adverse consequences possible, in the minds of this pair of gorgeous little perverts, would be the loss of these games which they loved so much.

Later, when I had more time to think about it, I actually laughed out loud to myself as I realised that the freedom which I had offered the twins had in reality been a far worse threat than anything else I could have imposed on them. Such were the natures of my two lovely little junior masochists that the most coercive threat I could use on them to make them continue these games was to threaten to withdraw the games.

A morning enema to clean out the boys once again was the next item on the programme, followed by the slow, careful and rather painful insertion of lubricated butt plugs which were large enough to stretch the boys' anuses sufficiently to facilitate the later insertion of my member. The plugs were shaped so that they would not slip out by themselves and would need to be manually withdrawn.

My 'threat' of ending the games had been sufficient that the boys tried to remain silent during the insertion until I reminded them that noise and complaints were permitted so long as they didn't demand release. That led to me realising that we needed what is now referred to as a Safeword.

Somehow, we had managed to play our games up to this point without requiring this facility and in fact back then, I had no idea that such a concept existed until I thought of it independently.

We decided on a word which was sufficiently obscure and had enough syllables that neither boy was likely to utter it involuntarily: Rumplestiltskin. I didn't expect that we would ever use the word (and as it turned out, we never did), but as my dear, departed mother used to say, 'better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.'

Back in their room, I dressed (if such a word can be applied to the skimpy garments involved) the boys in the modified knickers (each with a hole in the rear for obvious purposes), short, frilly dresses which did almost nothing to hide their frilly underwear, and long socks with patent leather shoes, the socks also having frills at the top.

The boys were blushing furiously as they looked at themselves and each other in turn, dressed in such humiliating little-girl outfits, but they made no more protest until I brought out the frilly sun bonnets, whereupon cries of "Aaaaw, c'mon!" and "No! Please!" became the order of the day. Naturally, their protests made no difference and their ever more furious blushes were soon framed by the frilly bonnets.

I stood back a little and grinned at the mortified duo, quite aware as I did so that in their heart of hearts, both my little slave boys found such humiliation to be very arousing, although with the chastity cages still locked in place and covered by the knickers, it was impossible for them to show it.

I also knew that the boys enjoyed the fact that it was I who was enjoying their humiliation; someone whom they trusted and who they knew would protect them.

I waited a minute before speaking, allowing the boys to become ever more embarrassed until I decided that it was time for the coup de grace, so to speak.

"Now that both of you are little girls, you need some nice little-girl names to go with your new look," I informed the duo, to their almost-unbelieving stares.

Enjoying the dismayed looks on the boys' faces, I turned to Florian, dressed in his pink dress trimmed with light blue lace, and said, "You can be Francine from now on," then turned to Philipe, in his pink-and-yellow dress trimmed with white and said, "and you can be..." I paused because I still hadn't come up with a good female name for him.

Sounding resigned and still blushing, Philipe finished my sentence for me. "I'm Phillipa."

I was momentarily caught off-guard, but quickly realised that this was a very strong indication of how deeply the boys enjoyed these games. Philipe was willing to humiliate himself even more deeply, just because of his combined love for the games and for me.

As I stared at the humiliated pair, my love for them grew, if possible, even deeper. They were invaluable little treasures to me, and I'm sure they knew it.

The name Philipe had come up with was corny, but it was good enough so I went with it. Adopting their new names, I brought the boys to the kitchen and began to instruct them on how to prepare a proper, cooked breakfast.

Both boys were intelligent, and their reluctance to perform 'woman's work' faded when I pointed out that cooking was an essential life-skill for a man living alone as I did. The only 'feminine' part was how I made them serve me my breakfast and wait for me to eat it before I allowed them to cook breakfast for themselves, which service they would have had to perform for me sooner or later as my 'slaves' regardless of either attire or nomenclature.

After breakfast, I brought the boys to the lounge room and flatly ordered 'Francine' to drape himself over the arm of an armchair, which he did. Naturally, this placed his bottom in exactly the right position for me to take advantage of, which I did following the withdrawal of the butt plug from his stretched rear using the hole in the rear of his knickers, everything being done under the envious gaze of 'Phillipa' standing nearby.

I persisted until I was sure Francine had experienced climax, as did I, before withdrawing my penis and re-inserting the butt plug to keep him stretched. When he stood up again, I noted with satisfaction the significant wet patch at the front of his knickers, evidencing his enjoyment of the anal penetration.

I made no comment on the sex act, treating it as casually as any other interaction, but simply started the boys on the routine of house-cleaning. This, they had done before, although it had been in the context of 'helping on the farm,' so they didn't need a lot of instruction to serve as my maids now.

After about an hour, I came up behind 'Phillipa' as he was dusting and gently but wordlessly bent him over, withdrew the butt plug and satisfied his envy by giving him a thorough fucking, which left the same wet evidence in the front of his frilly knickers as with Francine. Naturally, I replaced the plug immediately after.

So passed the morning, with each boy getting my cock inside his arse three times, the latest being just prior to lunch, which once again the boys had to cook for me (although under my instruction) and serve to me before they were allowed to prepare their own lunch.

I kept the boys on cleaning duties for most of the day, since it continued to rain outside which limited our options. The rain only began to ease off to showers in the late afternoon. Each boy experienced my cock in his arse another three times during the afternoon, leading to the fronts of their knickers being almost constantly soaked with their own emissions. The liquid from one emission would be barely dry before the next emission would wet them once again.

I noticed as the day wore on that my lovely little Francine/Florian was having a tough time putting up with the game, so when he eventually began to cry once again and Phillipa/Philipe left his assigned tasks to provide comfort and encouragement to his brother, instead of reprimanding either boy, I joined in, reiterating my reassurances to the upset youngster that the wait would be worthwhile which helped him to calm down and regain control of his emotions.

There would have been no point in continuing the game if either boy had broken down under the strain and used our safe word. It is a measure of how strong and determined the boys were, and of how much they loved the games and trusted me, that they did not.

Only after tea (the evening meal) did I finally have the boys stand in front of me and, after admiring them in their embarrassingly frilly dresses and their semen-soaked frilly knickers, I made the announcement they had been longing for.

"It's time. You are now going to have a sexual experience like no other! The end of it will be the most intense penis orgasms you have ever felt... or possibly, will ever feel. Come on!"

I walked them to the Playroom and had the relieved boys strip off the humiliating feminine clothing. I also officially restored their original names to them before we went to their bedroom where I had Florian lie down on the bed to be restrained with some manacles I had brought with me from the Playroom. I used them to fasten Florian down on the bed in the spread-eagle position before I finally removed his chastity cage.

Florian moaned in relief as the cage came off at last. Naturally, his freed little member immediately sprang to attention.

"Philipe," I instructed him, "you may touch Florian anywhere from his belly-button on up. Don't touch him any lower; that's for me to handle. Other than that, you can do whatever you wish to help him." Philipe needed no further instruction. He lay on the bed beside his twin and began to kiss him and to rub his chest and nipples, occasionally switching to sucking on the latter while I worked lower down.

Methodically, I masturbated Florian, working him up into a sexual frenzy before stopping to allow him to calm down again before resuming masturbating him again. Slowly and cruelly, I repeatedly brought the desperate Florian close to orgasm only to deny it to him over and over.

When I could see that Florian was close to breaking down from sexual frustration, I leaned in closer to him and whispered, intimately, "hang on, my lovely little boy. I'm just building up to the best part. Trust me. The ending is going to be well worth all this torture."

I saw Florian take a deep breath and the expression on his face told me that his resolve had been renewed so I continued my routine, bringing the almost frantic boy close to orgasm and denying him that orgasm four more times before I could see that he was approaching breaking point again.

"Soon. Very soon now," I whispered in encouragement.

I denied Florian his orgasm just once more before deciding that enough was enough. The boy clearly couldn't handle another denial. Whispering, "Now!" emphatically, I began to masturbate the weeping little boy to orgasm.

Florian actually screamed an ear-piercing scream as he came. As he screamed, Florian fountained several spurts of semen onto his chest, and into Philipe's hair since his brother had been busily engaged in sucking one of Florian's nipples at the time.

I continued to pump Florian's spurting little dick until it stopped pulsing and Florian collapsed on the bed in exhaustion, then I gently pushed Philipe away from Florian's nipples and we both examined our little prisoner with some concern, since he was now lying motionless.

A short examination told us that Florian was okay, but had either fainted or felt too wiped out by the intensity of his orgasm to bother moving or responding to anything we said or did, so Philipe and I left him to recover while we went to the bathroom where I helped Philipe to remove Florian's semen from where it had landed in his hair. This mostly involved both of us running our fingers through Philipe's otherwise clean hair and Philipe then sucking the fingers involved to clean them off in their turn.

When we re-entered the bedroom, Florian was still lying quietly on his back with his eyes closed, but he opened them and looked at us as we approached and as I sat on the bed while Philipe climbed right on top, looking at his brother with some concern.

Florian was quick to reassure him.

"I'm okay. But, wow! That was... wow!" Florian redirected his attention to me as I began to unfasten the manacles which had been holding him helplessly spread-eagled on the bed. Then he spoke apologetically to me.

"I doubted you... when you said it would be worth the wait. I couldn't believe that anything could be worth that torture, but... wow!" The satiated boy seemed lost for any other word to describe his apex of sexual experience.

I just smiled indulgently as I removed the final manacle and then leaned forward to kiss Florian gently on the mouth. Then I looked into his eyes for a moment. Florian's expression relaxed at once. For once, I had spoken to him without words, like his brother. I had forgiven Florian for his doubt and he knew it.

Florian rolled off the bed and stood up, rapidly recovering, as was usual for young boys. He looked at Philipe, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Now it's your turn!"

Without any more prompting, Philipe quickly lay down on the bed and spread his arms and legs out for me to attach the manacles, which I did without delay. Then, I removed Philipe's chastity cage, noting that his little penis responded in identical fashion to its release as had Florian's.

Once again, I began a slow orgasm-denial torture, this time on the helpless Philipe. Once again, his twin was instructed to do what he could to help anywhere north of the equator. Once again, a boy fell to his task eagerly.

Philipe lasted longer than Florian had, although eventually he too was frantic for sexual release. When the time came, I decided to make one change to the rules, based on how eagerly Florian had been observing the action from his vantage point, sucking on Philipe's nipples.

Just as I began the final wanking, I looked at Florian and, indicating Philipe's penis, urged his twin, "Go ahead! Do it! You have permission!" Without any hesitation, Florian quickly engulfed Philipe's penis in his mouth and took over stimulating his brother to orgasm, his head bobbing eagerly on his brother's erect member.

Although Philipe didn't exactly scream, his howl woke the echoes in that bedroom and I was extremely grateful that my neighbours were too far away to overhear, else they may have been inclined to believe that I was murdering my young companions horribly instead of merely killing them with kindness.

After his climax, Philipe too lay still, although it was obvious that he had not lost conciousness since his eyes were open and he continued to look around, albeit very weakly for a few minutes.

"Oh, heck!" Philipe too was overcome with wonder at the intensity of his climax.

"I so want to do that again," the boy continued, before quickly following up with, "But not right now, please!" Which elicited laughter from both Florian and myself, which Philipe eventually joined in with, once he had recovered sufficiently.

I released Philipe from the bed and put the manacles away in the Playroom again, along with the butt plugs after I had removed them from the boys' rears and shown them how to wash and sterilise the devices, then we all had some supper and we played an ordinary, boring board game together to wind down before bedtime.

The rain had ceased and tomorrow promised to be a nice, warm day according to the weather report on the radio, so I made a suggestion to the boys that we take the game back a notch or two for the final day, since such intense sexual experiences, if used on a regular basis, would tend to become less than special. After a little thought, the boys agreed to this.

The boys went to bed wearing only their collars and nothing more. In the spirit of 'toning it down,' I didn't even connect their collars although I did leave the locks on them so the boys couldn't remove them, not that they would have ever done that without my permission, but pretending that they might do so was part of the game. I left the chastity cages off them, although we would use the devices again in the future.

The next day was boring, compared to how we had spent the last few days. Although we did participate in a little sexual play, it was nowhere near as intense as over the previous few days. In the late afternoon, I removed their collars and, after dressing themselves at last, the boys reluctantly said goodbye to me and walked home, already eagerly looking forward to making their next visit to my farm.

Epilogue

Many years have passed since that day and I am now, officially, old, or so the twins tell me at least, but that's merely their usual cheek. I expect that I have quite a few good years left to me yet.

We continued our 'games' for a few years but all things end eventually and our attraction to each other in 'that way' was no exception, although the twins continued to help me with my ordinary farm work long after they had no more reason than our friendship and the reasonable wage I paid them, and they continue to do so.

We have remained friends, and although Philipe is now married and Florian too has a serious love interest of the female persuasion, we still remember fondly the years during which we played our wonderful 'games' and the boys credit me with teaching them how to make love with care and consideration for their partners.

I have pointed out to the twins exactly where on my property would be suitable for a second house to be built; far enough away to have some privacy but close enough to the original house to be like neighbours. After all, the latest version of my will names Philipe and Florian as my joint heirs.

I recently heard that Philipe's wife is pregnant. I do hope it's a boy. I wonder if twins run in the family?

I also wonder if enjoyment of B&D is innate to boyhood? I hope to live long enough to gather further evidence in this regard.

The End