Chapter 1

Dinner time has become a dangerous activity since Samantha, our previous housekeeper, was arrested for domestic terrorism. It's a long story. No one in our family, my dad or by little brother knows how to boil water without burning it. I confess; I am no better. That means dinner in the formal dining room may sometimes consist of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cold cereal or whatever a food service can deliver. I have never been interested in the culinary art, but it may become necessary as a matter of survival.

Jason and I grew up with my mother and her boyfriend flavor of the week. Let's just say our home life did not resemble the Brady bunch. If you are not into television nostalgia, it was a show about the perfect mixed family back in the 70s. When my mother died; Jason was sent to a foster home and I ended up with my biological father whom I had never met before. Surprise! After a bit of a difficult start; my dad and I have become very close and he adopted Jason, my half brother, who got kidnapped because of a military project my dad is working on. That is how Bryan, my dad's assistant, and Samantha his wife, ended up arrested for domestic terrorism. The moral of that story is – don't mess with the military!

"So what have you boys been up to today?" Dad asked while we were all gathered at the dinner table.

"The pool was warm enough to swim in," Jason chatted cheerfully. "Junior and I went swimming."

"Jason, you know the dog is not allowed in the pool," I admonished.

"He fell in, honest. Did you know he swims really well?" Jason continued fully expecting us to believe him. "We played water polo. Junior was the horse." Junior is our good-natured Great Dane who is almost the size of a small horse.

"There are no horses in water polo, lucky you didn't drown the poor dog. I will clean the filters tomorrow, Dad," I offered knowing the pool service had not been scheduled yet.

My dad is the head of a computer software company that develops computer systems for companies all over the world, even the military. That means we live in a walled compound with locked gates and security cameras, but it also means a big pool, yard and a really cool house with lots of high tech gadgets.

"Your tutor will be back starting tomorrow. You both have some catching up to do," Dad reminded us.

We have been being tutored to help us catch up on our studies which had stopped since we were out of school while our mom was sick, eventually died, and social services figured out what to do with us. Our studies were interrupted again when Jason was kidnapped. Now I didn't know when or if we would ever go back to public school.

"Aw, couldn't we just be off for the summer?" Jason whined.

"Summer is a couple of months away yet," Dad reminded Jason. "Also, this weekend Justin and Alex are coming to visit. Their parents are going to be out of town."

"Who is that?" Jason asked with his mouth full which made it sound more like "hu's at".

"Someone I have known for a long time. You will like them; they are about your age. It will be good for you to be around other boys your own age," Dad said. "I will let you boys work out the sleeping arrangements."

"May need to stock up on some prepared food we can just warm up. It would be embarrassing to have to tell their parents we poisoned them," I said with a straight face.

***

T.G.I.F. – Thank goodness it's Friday. Trying to concentrate on school work was brutal when the weather outside was warm and sunny. Justin and Alex arrived late Friday night. Everyone gathered in the great room for a drink. Dad would sometimes let us have a little wine when the adults were having a drink, and so all of us were sitting around sipping our drinks while the parents talked.

The first thing I noticed was how much Justin and Alex looked like brothers. Jason and I are opposites. He has a compact body with a cute face and blond hair. I take after my dad, tall, lean, with dark features and black hair. Both Justin and Alex were short with broad shoulders for their age, light complexion, brown eyes and thick blond hair. It was easy to see where their looks came from, their mom was older but petite with straight long blond hair. Their new step dad was younger, maybe even younger than my dad and looked very athletic. He was classically handsome, with a firm jaw line, cleft chin, blue eyes and dirty blond hair that looked messy in that way you can only achieve with lots of product.

Jason and Justin were getting along just fine, pretending they were getting drunk on the little bit of wine they were given. Alex on the other hand was very quiet, retreating to a far corner of the room to watch everyone. Fine with me; small talk is not my forte. When the drinks were all consumed and the talk died down, the boys' parents took their leave with lots of "behave yourselves" and "you better not" warnings.

Jason and Justin decided between themselves; they would camp out together in Jason's room. That left Alex with me. I took the two younger boys up to Jason's room and made sure they were at least getting ready for bed. It was highly doubtful either of them would get any sleep. When I returned to the great room Dad was sitting on the sofa that faced the fireplace and Alex was sitting in the side chair next to him hanging on every word. I sat down next to my dad and he automatically put his arm around my shoulders. They were in the middle of a conversation.

"Your mother looks very happy. So how is your new step dad working out?" Dad asked Alex.

"He's great. I really like him. I didn't know my real dad that well. It has been a long time since my mom has been happy," Alex admitted.

"He seems nice enough. How long have they been married now?" Dad asked.

"About three months. Brad works a lot and he is real quiet and stuff," Alex said.

"Give it time. I notice you still call him Brad," Dad said.

"Hmm, yeah I still feel a little funny calling him dad. I don't know why," Alex admitted reluctantly. "He isn't like you."

"Well, you can ask David, it took us a while. Now I don't know what I would do without him," Dad said teasingly as he tousled my hair and gave me a quick kiss. "Well I am off to bed. You two don't stay up too late." And with that he left Alex and me alone together.

"So, how about another glass of wine or we could have a real drink. Our parents aren't here, they won't know," I suggested mischievously.

"Hmm, okay I guess," Alex relented.

"I know just the thing, leave it to me," I gushed enthusiastically and disappeared into the kitchen. It took a few minutes to heat the kettle, but I was back with two big mugs and handed one to Alex. Alex sipped his drink.

"Let's sit by the fire," I said and we settled in on the floor in front of the big hearth. The great room was my favorite room in the house. It was a big room with a high ceiling and several different groupings of chairs and sofas. The one used most often was right in front of the fire place. Besides enjoying the fire, a big flat screen was mounted over the fire so you could watch movies or videos. The fire place was a gas insert and turned on and off with a remote, but the flames were real and it felt good to sit in front of the fire and soak up the warmth.

"Hmm, this is good! What is it?" Alex asked, motioning to his mug.

"Hot chocolate, Bailey's Irish Crème and a little bit of whipped cream," I replied.

"I could get used to this. I thought you were going to make me drink whiskey or something," Alex confessed.

"Yeah, whiskey is an acquired taste. I have had brandy and that is not too bad," I said, trying to sound sophisticated.

"So, can I ask you a personal question David?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Does your dad always kiss you like that?" Alex asked. "I know you have only known him for a little while, kind of like me and Brad. I was just wondering how long it took you two to – you know be like – that way."

"I don't know if you can take my dad and me as a normal thing," I laid back on my elbows stretching out my legs to the fire. "Jason and I had just lost our mom and Jason had been put in a foster home. I mean, my dad was like rescuing us. I don't know where we would have been without him. We certainly would not have been together."

"Oh, I didn't know that," Alex confided. "I just knew you came to live with him. Your dad was really nice to my mom when she was alone and trying to take care of the two of us boys all by herself. I used to think maybe they would get married and he would be my dad some day."

"Wow, I didn't know he even liked kids," I said gesturing with my drink. "I mean when I first met him I was sure he didn't like me at all. He was real serious and almost scary."

"Really? Your dad? I never thought that," Alex replied shaking his head. "Whew, is it getting hot in here or is it this drink?"

"Yeah, I'm hot too," I agreed as I put down my mug and pulled off my shirt. "I think it's the combination of the fire and the hot chocolate. Mine is almost gone, you want some more?"

"Yeah, this is really good but I think it is going to my head already," Alex said as he held his mug up for me to take. I grabbed the mugs and headed back to the kitchen. The kettle was still fairly hot so I just had to mix in the chocolate, Baileys and whipped cream. When I came back in Alex was struggling to unbutton his shirt. I laughed; maybe the drinks were catching up with him after all.

"Here, let me get that for you," I offered setting down the mugs. "I hardly ever wear button down shirts anymore. The buttons are a pain." As I undid the buttons the shirt spread open to reveal his nicely muscled chest.

"You have more muscle than I do," I regretted looking down at my own lean chest. I finished undoing the last few buttons and helped him shrug off the shirt. "Your arms are bigger too."

"I like your darker complexion, I'm so light. I bet you don't even get sunburned. And I wish I was as tall as you are. You look just like your dad," Alex complimented.

"I get that a lot," I admitted. We both stretched out side by side enjoying the warmth of the fire on our skin and the effects of the hot chocolate and Baileys.

"Your step dad looks very athletic. Do the two of you work out together?" I asked, curious now that Alex had asked questions about my relationship with my dad.

"Not really. I mean if I start to work out while he is there he always seems to finish up and leave right away," Alex said hesitantly. "It is like he is afraid to touch us or even be around us?"

"That's weird," I commented. "Is your mom like that too?"

"Oh no," Alex responded. "We are very close or at least we were until Brad came around."

"Yeah, so what changed?" I inquired, completely into the dynamics of their family relationships. Maybe I was interested because my own family was not exactly what would be considered normal.

"Hmm, well," he hesitated uncomfortably. "Not sure I should say."

"I won't tell, honest," I encouraged him. "No one's family can be weirder than the one I came from, trust me."

"Well," Alex gave in probably with the help of the Baileys. "Mom was alone for a long time. It had been hard for my mom keeping up with a job, the house and two boys all by herself. I mean, besides your dad, she didn't really have any friends. I was the only person she could rely on. I guess you could say I was kind of a surrogate husband until she got a real one."

"I understand more than you think," I confessed. "When I first came to live with my dad I just really needed to feel a connection to him. Being together physically was just something we both needed."

"Yeah, you do understand," he breathed a sigh of relief. "You don't think that's weird?"

"I think some people think it's weird, but I'm not one of them," I assured him. "Does Brad know about you and your mom being so close?"

"I don't know and I can't really talk to him about it," Alex lamented. "I know it can't be like it was before Brad showed up. I just don't want to feel left out."

"Yeah, I get that," I commented thoughtfully. "I mean, why shouldn't you be included? Maybe your dad just doesn't know what he is missing."

Dad was right; it was nice to have someone my own age to talk to. We talked and joked with each other as though we had been friends all of our lives. Alex was not just good looking, he was actually pretty cool.

Chapter 2

"David! What have you done?" I asked sharply. "Are you drunk?" I had slipped on some sweatpants to wear while I checked up on the boys. When I didn't find them in bed, I realized they were still up. "What are you drinking?"

"Just a little hot chocolate and Baileys," David admitted apologetically. He at least had the sense to know he was in big trouble. How do you explain to parents you let your kid get their kid plastered?

"How much Baileys did you put in?" I demanded. "I bet you didn't even measure did you?"

"You're supposed to measure?" David asked innocently. I sighed.

"I should let you two suffer the hangover you are sure to have tomorrow morning," I growled. "It would serve you right. Let me get you something to eat and then we need to get some liquids into you. Something other than Baileys!" I headed off to the kitchen.

I find it impossible to stay angry with David. He is never malicious or mean. Whatever he does that gets him into trouble, it is always with the best of intentions. He is so good at being bad. I watched the boys lying together shirtless in front of the fire and the anger drained away. Boys will be boys. After preparing what would hopefully be a hangover antidote; I returned to the great room.

"Okay guys, I want you to eat the toast and drink up all the orange juice. Take the pills I laid out and you can thank me in the morning," I instructed setting the tray down on the hearth where they could reach it. I sat down on the floor with my back against the sofa behind David and Alex to make sure they did as they were instructed. They both managed to eat the toast and drink the orange juice while playfully shoving and wrestling with each other.

The wrestling was clumsy and comical. Two very inebriated teenagers giggling and falling all over each other while thinking they were acting way cool. Eventually they came to rest in a heap; breathing heavily.

"I'm way too warm," David slurred, unfastening and then removing his pants. He was wearing black form fitting boxer briefs.

"Aren't you hot?" David asked Alex and without waiting for him to respond straddled his legs and unfastened his jeans and pulled them down. Alex was wearing old fashioned boxers, the kind where your junk hangs free.

Throwing the jeans aside, David resumed his previous position straddling Alex's legs.

"Your legs are really muscular, you must do a lot of squats," David said running his hands up and down Alex's thighs. Massaging up his legs David put his hand inside the loose leg of Alex's boxers. Alex rose up on his elbows, looking down his body at what David was doing as though it was happening to someone else. As David continued to fondle Alex, his hand hidden inside the boxers they both turned and looked at me. At first it seemed they were waiting for me to stop them. I suppose I should have considering they were under the influence but … boys will be boys. When I didn't object, they took it as permission and proceeded to give me a private show, like a lap dance at a strip club but better. David turned his attention back to Alex and slowly pulled down the boxers. Alex lifted up enough to allow the underwear to be pulled off. Still leaning back on his elbows he posed nude showing off his beautiful boy body. The muscle of his chest was crowned with little dark sexy cones for nipples. The stomach was lightly ribbed and light blond downy hairs grew in a small patch over a thick cock lying soft and smooth over his egg sized balls. The blond hair on his legs was almost invisible giving him a smooth young boy look with a miniature adult shaped body. He was exceptionally good looking for his young age. In a few years he would be model material.

Leaning over him David fondled his balls and cock while licking at his nipples. Alex continued to hold my gaze with a somewhat confused look on his face. It was obvious his body was enjoying the physical attention from David, even if his mind didn't know what to think about it. His nipples hardened into tight little knobs under David's tongue and his cock lengthened. Still not satisfied with what he had started, David crawled over to me and began tugging on my sweat pants. Giving in to the inevitable, I let him pull them off me. My already semi hard cock caught Alex's attention and he crawled over to me as he stared at it. I caught his chin as he crawled over my body and pulled him in for a kiss. It seemed to be the response he wanted because he continued to kiss me back again and again.

I knew that both of the boys, Alex and Justin, had slept with their mother occasionally from an early age. Being a single mother, it was a natural habit established early on. As they grew older, she confided in me that she could not bring herself to ban Alex from her bed. Looking at him now, I could understand why. As I tasted chocolate from Alex's mouth, I guessed that he missed that intimacy with his mother. Another adult was a poor substitute, but the only one available to him now that his mother was remarried. From his shy curiosity I also deduced this was his first experience with another male. It was highly likely that he was such a willing participant because he was so inebriated and wouldn't remember any of it in the morning.

While Alex and I kissed, David was massaging Alex's butt cheeks, exploring all the sensitive areas between his legs. Alex lay down on his stomach in front of me resting his head in my lap. I rubbed his hard muscular shoulders and back. David rubbed lotion into Alex's back, moving down his body. Spreading his legs he worked the lotion between his cheeks and massaged his virgin ass. I knew what David had in mind, but I doubted that Alex had ever considered anal sex. When David tried to penetrate Alex with a finger; Alex resisted by sitting up and removing access to the temptation.

I motioned David to come to me. Kissing him first, I pulled down his underwear and laid him across my lap. With Alex watching me I spanked him with four or five good swats and then penetrated him with my finger. David squirmed rubbing his cock between my legs. Pulling out my finger I spanked him again, the sound of it loud against the silence of the room. David moaned and squirmed in my lap again. I motioned to Alex and he came closer on his knees. Kissing him deeply first, I took his hand and guided his finger into David. I slowly pushed and pulled his finger in and out of David's body. When I released his hand, Alex continued the motion picking up the pace. David made sounds of contentment enjoying the anal massage. Alex spanked him, mimicking what I had done, and reinserted his finger to continue finger fucking David.

Watching these two teens stimulate each other is about as hot as it gets, but I knew I wanted to see Alex take it to the next level while I watched. While David was enjoying his finger fuck, I stroked Alex's cock and found the lotion that David had abandoned. I spread it liberally over Alex's cock and balls making my touch even more stimulating. Alex's cock was not that long, but it was thick like his muscular body. And now it was rock hard and ready. With hand motions I instructed Alex to kneel between David's legs as he lay across my lap. With my legs and hands I brought David up on his hands and knees over my lap. With one hand stroking David's cock that hung down between his legs, I guided Alex's cock up against David's ass. Alex knew what to do, and he pressed forward until David gasped and I could tell that Alex had penetrated him with his thick cock. With my hand on Alex's butt, I controlled his motion slowly moving his cock in and out of David. Far too soon I could hear Alex already building to a climax as he murmured and grunted with the effort of not cumming.

There was something particularly sexy about watching David being penetrated by this handsome young stud. Maybe it is because we share so many common ordinary things like eating dinner or watching a movie, but seeing him in this submissive intimate act turned me on more than any porn flick ever could.

To keep the sexual tension going, I lubed my fingers and worked my way between Alex's ass cheeks until I found his virgin hole. Teasing him, I rubbed around the outside of his sensitive sphincter while still guiding his cock in and out of David. Stimulated from both sides; I took advantage of his building release to push a finger in. He stopped moving and I let him get used to the strange new feeling inside him. Starting up again, he fucked himself on my finger as he pushed harder and deeper into David. The longer he fucked the harder and faster he pounded David. I knew he would come soon if I let him continue. But, I had other plans.

Pulling Alex out of David, I pushed David aside and with my finger still inside of Alex I pulled him down across my lap where David had been a moment before. I alternated finger fucking and spanking Alex as he squirmed against me; our cocks rubbing against each other. David took the initiative and moved around to kneel between Alex's legs. When I pulled Alex up on his knees David immediately began to push his cock inside of him. When Alex cried out, I rubbed his chest and whispered comforting words in his ear. I didn't stroke Alex because I didn't want him to cum yet and his cock was still rock hard even with someone fucking him for the first time. David went slow and easy. Alex moaned with each thrust as David continued his strokes going longer and deeper each time.

When I thought David was close to climaxing, I stopped him and pulled Alex over onto his side and lay down behind him. Pulling his leg up to his chest I pressed my cock into his exposed hole. I got a satisfying gasp from him as my bigger cock stretched him even more than before. David lay across from us stroking his cock watching us fuck. As I pushed myself into Alex all the way, I gripped his chest hard pulling him back against me. He cried out again at the pain of the deeper penetration. Keeping a steady rhythm I pulled all the way out and re-penetrated him over and over. As I built to a climax I was surprised that Alex still maintained a rock hard cock even after being fucked twice. Pushing him over onto his stomach I maintained a push up position over his body pushing in and out of him with a faster rhythm. With a final deep push I shot hot cum up inside of him. Quickly I rolled him over on top of me with my cock still deep inside of him. Stroking his cock with one hand and pinching his nipple with the other I felt him release spasm after spasm of jizz, while gasping for breath. David was also climaxing, his body jerking with each spurt. After untangling our bodies, I kissed Alex as I lay next to him and he clung to me unwilling to let go. David came over and hugged Alex from behind. We rested while clinging together in a sticky three way embrace.

Eventually we were able to find the energy to move again. Shepherding the boys upstairs, I got them cleaned up and into bed. With only their heads visible above the covers, I turned down the lights and bid my boys sweet dreams.

***

It was late when Alex and I finally pulled back the covers and tried to get out of bed. My head felt like someone was banging on it with a hammer. I looked over at Alex, both of us still nude from the night before. He looked as miserable as I felt. We grinned at each other, remembering the intimate activities we had enjoyed together. Taking turns we took a shower and dressed. I felt I needed to talk with Alex about last night so it wouldn't be awkward between us.

"Some night, huh," I said initiating the conversation. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts like a son of a bitch," Alex admitted. "But if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing."

"Yeah, me too," I agreed grinning at him. He grinned back.

"Your dad was really hot. I didn't think I would like being … you know," Alex said blushing. "I didn't at first but it turned out okay."

"I bet we could get your step dad to be just as hot," I suggested. "He certainly has the body for it."

"I don't know. I don't think he is into it," Alex responded.

"You never know. I mean it would be really hot if he was, don't you think?" I asked. "Maybe if you were close to both your mom and step dad, things would be more like they were before."

"Maybe, but I don't know how to even bring it up."

"Leave that to me," I said confidently as I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him toward the door. "I will think of something, I always do. One way or the other we definitely want a rematch like last night." We gave each other a high five and headed down the stairs to breakfast.

Chapter 3

Alex and I friended each other so we could chat online. I can always talk to my dad, but it isn't quite the same as having a buddy your own age. As you would expect, a frequent topic between 15 year old guys will always be sex. Besides reviewing what celebrities, we thought were hot and which were not, we developed fantasies of future encounters we would like to have together. Several of them featured Alex's parents. Together we researched on the Internet and collaborated on sexual attraction and societal taboos. For example, did you know that we are more attracted to someone who looks something like us than we are to someone who does not? There is a biological reason why siblings or families may be attracted to each other. There is also a tendency to be demisexual; attracted to people that we know and have an existing connection with rather than complete strangers.

It was several weeks before an opportunity came along to apply our research. Dad informed us at the dinner table that he had to be away on a business trip and that he had hired someone from a service to stay with us. Although I would have liked to argue that we were old enough to stay home alone, I knew Dad was hyper careful since Jason was kidnapped.

"Hey Dad, so why don't we invite Alex and Justin over and maybe Brad would stay with us? We haven't had a chance to get together with them in a long time," I suggested. "You said you wanted us to get to know them and be friends."

"Yeah, please Dad," Jason pleaded.

"I will ask, but no promises," Dad conceded. "All of you guys together may be more than Brad is willing to take on."

I immediately contacted Alex. I was sure he and Justin could talk Brad into it. Sure enough, it worked and the plan was set into motion for the coming weekend. Each of us had our tasks to perform.

Task 1: Alex's first assignment was to get the drug we had bought over the Internet, Melanotan II, into Brad's drink at least twice; a day or two before the visit. According to our research, Melanotan II was better than Viagra because it could cause spontaneous erections and sexual attraction whereas Viagra required you to prime the pump so to speak.

The guys arrived as expected on Friday night with Brad in tow. Just like before, the adults had a drink together in the great room and the rest of us huddled across the room to strategize. The mission was to break down the inhibitions and societal taboos that prevented Brad from being physically close to his stepsons Alex and Justin. We hoped that if we broke through those barriers the boys would be able to return to the kind of relationship with their mom they had had before Brad showed up. The plan was in place and each of the boys was briefed on what to do.

"Bye Dad, have a good trip," I said giving him a hug.

"I don't have to tell you to behave, do I?" Dad asked looking at me suspiciously. "Why do I think you are up to something?"

"We won't do anything we wouldn't do when you are here," Jason said innocently.

"Hmm," Dad responded looking skeptical. I helped him get his luggage out to the car. Out of sight from our visitors and from anyone passing by on the street, he gave me kiss and drove off.

Task 2: "Hey Brad, how about a game of hoops while it is still light outside?" Alex asked cheerfully. "David and me against you." In our research we had found a study from Finland that says the male pheromone androstadienone found in male sweat can make other men more cooperative and susceptible.

"Alright, but I think this is a setup," Brad said skeptically. "I haven't played basketball in a long time and you guys are half my age."

"Aw, we will take it easy on you, won't we Alex," I added agreeably, putting my arm around Brad's shoulder and steering him towards the front door. The basketball court was setup in front of the garage. We even had court lines painted on the concrete driveway. After a few minutes of playing H-O-R-S-E, we had all worked up a sweat.

Nodding to Alex I announced "Man, I am working up a sweat. It is still warm enough out I need to get rid of this shirt." Both Alex and I quickly whipped off our shirts and threw them aside.

"Okay, I guess you are right. I am sweating right through this shirt and I didn't bring another one with me," Brad said and took off his shirt and hung it on the nearby fence. My mouth hung open. The man was seriously ripped. The muscles and veins in his arms were an anatomy lesson. His pecs were sharply defined and his stomach ribbed. Trying to hide my reaction, I looked at Alex who grinned back at me and shrugged.

Getting back to it we continued to play winner 2 out of 3 games. Alex and I made sure to make skin on skin contact as much as possible with Brad as we jumped for the ball or guarded him from making a shot. Regardless of the mission we all had a good time and considered our second task to be a complete success.

Brad headed downstairs to shower off in the gym. While he was showering, I took his sweaty clothes and put them in the laundry, replacing them with a white silky lounge pant that belonged to my dad. The material was so sheer you could almost see through it.

"Hey, what happened to my clothes?" Brad called out.

"I put them in the laundry for you. I found something of my dad's that should fit okay," I replied, yelling down the stairs to him.

Task 3: "I made you a drink if you want one." The drink had another dose of Melanotan II that should kick in about an hour from now.

Task 4: "Hey dad, will you play twister with us?" Justin asked excitedly as Brad came up to the great room. He looked really good without a shirt and those loose silky lounge pants. Justin's job was to get him to play the game twister where you had to place your hands and feet in certain spots on a plastic game mat with big colored dots on it. It always led to lots of contortions and body contact with the other players. The last one to fall down won.

"I don't know Justin," Brad hesitated. "You guys should play without me."

"It won't be as much fun if you don't play with us," Justin pleaded. The rest of us chimed in and Brad gave in.

The game was actually a lot of fun with lots of body contact and fooling around. Brad seemed to be fitting right in and we were all hopeful that our strategy was working. After the game, Brad was finishing his drink in front of the fire.

Task 5: We decided Jason had to do the fake injury routine because Justin was too shy. After the game Alex and I took Jason upstairs while Justin was assigned to keep Brad busy. Taking off Jason's clothes, Alex and I rubbed in the pheromone body oil we had ordered over the Internet onto his body. It was supposed to be based on the same pheromone as found in male sweat, but without smelling as bad. It was fun and rather sexy to rub the oil on his little chest, penis and between his legs. Of course we couldn't resist pinching his nipples and pulling on his little penis while we did it. Although I worried that it was beyond the call of duty, Jason used a kitchen knife to make a big scratch along his upper thigh. It wasn't very deep but he squeezed blood out of it until the cut looked nasty. We were all anxious to see what Brad's reaction would be when confronted with a naked young boy with a nasty cut inescapably close to his privates.

Jason deserved an Oscar for his performance as he ran down the stairs yelling. He surprised Brad by jumping up and straddling his lap to show him the bloody cut on this upper thigh. Brad picked him up and carried him to the kitchen counter and set him down on it where he could inspect the cut close up.

"David! Do you have a first aid kit or some bandages?" Brad yelled up the stairs. He got a hand towel, wet it from the kitchen sink, and began washing the blood off the wound. Jason spread his legs wide to give Brad full access. He held Jason's leg still with one hand while dabbing the blood off with the towel.

"Don't worry, it looks worse than it is," Brad reassured Jason. Using the bacterial cream and bandages I gave him, Brad proceeded to efficiently dress Jason's wound. It was inevitable that his hand would brush against Jason's little penis and balls while he taped the bandage in place. His face showed no reaction at all. Looking at Alex we both tried to determine if Brad had a hard on. Alex gave a little shrug.

When Brad finished he walked Jason upstairs to his bedroom. We decided the younger boys needed to be separated if they were going to get any sleep. So Justin stayed in my room and Alex stayed with Jason. Brad would sleep in the master suite on the third floor. When everyone had settled for the night Alex and I rendezvoused in the kitchen.

"I don't think it worked," Alex lamented. "I didn't see any change except maybe he was a little more comfortable when we were playing games."

"Yeah, mission failed," I agreed. "Sorry."

"Hey, I told you he just isn't into it," Alex added.

The next morning went by without anything unusual happening. We forgot all about the mission and focused on video games and movies. After lunch, Brad announced we were all going on a field trip.

"Where are we going?" Justin asked in his usual innocent little boy voice asking a dozen questions a minute.

"It's a surprise," Brad answered. "Everybody into the SUV." We played I Spy, the classic car game where someone describes something about an object they see and everyone else has to guess what it is.

"Hey, why are you taking us home already?" Justin asked. Alex confirmed that in a few minutes we would be at their house. I had never been to their home and I was curious. Brad drove up a secluded wooded drive to a large ranch style home built into the side of a wooded hill. The front of the house was mostly glass with a circular turn around at the front door. We drove past the house to a large multi-car garage that also backed up to the hill. The buildings blended into the natural surroundings and gave the illusion of being far away from the city or neighbors. Using a remote, one of the garage doors opened and Brad drove in. The door closed behind us.

Without conversation, Brad got out of the car and went to a door at the back of the garage that was locked with a big padlock. All of us boys were looking at each other, mystified by what was happening. Motioning for us to follow, Brad disappeared inside the room. Trooping in behind him we found ourselves in a large windowless room about the size of a small gymnasium. From the outside it didn't seem possible there could be a room this size attached to the back of the garage. It must be dug into the hillside itself. On one wall was a number of hunting rifles, a couple of bows and even a crossbow. Another wall had floggers, a couple of whips and some other things I did not recognize. Scattered around the room were devices like a rack, a wooden cross, a wrestling mat and something that looked like a strange exercise bike. Brad put the padlock back on the door – locking us in. We looked at each other, and Jason expressed what we were all thinking.

"Uh oh," Jason whispered.

Chapter 4

Brad took off his shirt and tossed it aside. "Okay guys, off with the shirts and sit on that bench," Brad directed in a commanding voice. "Welcome to my play room. I thought I was going to have to give all of this up when I married your mother, but you guys have convinced me that I don't."

Each of us ditched our shirt and sat on the bench as instructed while Brad paced in front of us. He stopped and faced us. "So I guess I should be thanking you for being so clever. I have had a hard on for the last three days and now you are going to help me take care of it." Brad took down some straps hanging from a hook.

"Alex, you will call me dad or sir from now on," Brad said as he fastened a dark leather collar around his neck. "You are a very handsome boy, but you need to learn some humility. I am going to help you with that."

Moving down the line to me he fastened a spiked collar around my neck. "David, I don't think you are into pain. I am betting you like to be the one to give it."

Next was Jason. Hooking a small brown leather collar on his neck, that I later found out had small spikes on the inside, he said "Jason, you are my pain slut. You want to know how I can tell? Because you are not afraid of me. The rest of these boys are just about pissing their pants, but not you."

"Maybe you are just not that scary," Jason replied glaring at him.

"I like you boy," Brad said with a smile.

Moving on to Justin, Brad lifted Justin's chin so he had to look at him. "And you my little boy, are my blank slate. I get to write anything I want on you." Again he smiled and then hooked a stylish looking braided collar on his neck.

"Alex, come and stand up here by me," Brad commanded. Alex got up from the bench and did as he was told. Brad ran his hands over Alex's chest and stomach. "He is very handsome, don't you think?" No one spoke. "Justin, come up here son. I bet you have always wanted to be able to do whatever you would like to your older brother. I want you to pull down his pants. Go ahead."

Justin looked hesitantly at Alex and then at his step-dad. He pulled down the zipper on Alex's board shorts and unfastened them. When they fell down around Alex's ankles, he looked like he didn't know what to do next and would rather be anywhere but here. When Brad gestured to keep going, Justin used both hands to yank down Alex's underwear and let them fall to his ankles. Alex looked embarrassed but determined not to show it.

"Step out of your clothes Alex," Brad instructed. Alex removed his shoes and stepped out of his clothes. "Go ahead Justin, you can touch him." Justin timidly touched Alex's chest, running his hand over the smooth muscles. He kept going lower until his hand finally touched Alex's privates. Justin seemed to be fascinated by the larger version of his own equipment. After cupping Alex's balls and timidly holding his penis, he walked around Alex inspecting him from every angle, letting his hand feel his buttocks before returning to the front.

"Take him over to the table there and restrain him," Brad said pushing Alex toward a low table that looked suspiciously like a rack. Brad helped Justin attach cuffs to Alex's wrists and ankles as he lay on his stomach. The wrist cuffs were attached to chains and then to a crank that Brad used to tighten the restraints until Alex's arms and legs were stretched out as far as possible.

"David, I think you know what to do with this," Brad said handing me a flogger he had taken down from its place on the wall. I was intrigued with the idea of whipping Alex, but also hesitant about letting everyone else know I wanted to do it. I gave a half-hearted lick across Alex's back.

"I think you can do better than that," Brad admonished while pulling Justin with him to sit on a weight bench close by where they could watch. He motioned Jason over to sit next to them. "Don't be concerned, I will stop you before you cause any permanent damage."

I tried again, laying a lash across Alex's shoulders that raised a visible red line. Alex didn't make a sound. I laid another one next to the first, working my way down his back. I wanted to hear Alex respond to the lashes and see him squirm from the pain. The next lash was harder and I got a little gasp. A few more and Alex moaned for me. As I passed his waist he began to squirm against the restraints and made little sounds of pain with each stroke. I turned his buttocks red and laid more lines across his upper thighs.

"Enough," Brad said getting up from the bench. "Help me turn him over." Justin unfastened the restraints as Brad and I held him down and then flipped him over on his back. The restraints were reattached and tightened. Alex lay still with his eyes closed.

I started again, laying lines across his chest working my way down his stomach. Alex was quiet at first but again started fighting the restraints and moaning with pain as I lay down lashes harder and faster. I was appalled that the idea of Alex in pain excited me. But, there was no denying my hard on and my desire to keep going. With his chest and stomach already showing red, I moved to his upper thighs. When the lash caught his balls, Alex arched his back off the table and screamed. I looked over at Brad sitting on the weight bench. While I was busy, he had removed both Justin and Jason's pants and they were sitting on either side of him in just their underwear. He was touching both of them, running his hands up and down their legs and playing with them through the thin fabric of their briefs. While he still had on his pants, it was clear he was enjoying my performance as much as I was. He nodded to me, giving me permission to continue.

The next lash laid a red line across the very top of Alex's cock. That was when he started to beg.

"Please don't. Please, I will do anything," Alex begged.

I put another line across his balls, just missing the sensitive tip of his penis. He jackknifed his body and screamed.

"Please! Please!" he begged. "I will suck you off, you can fuck me or whatever you want, just stop! Please!"

"Enough," Brad called out rising from the bench. I was both glad and disappointed that he had stopped me. I know I would have kept going otherwise. Handing Justin a squeeze bottle of lotion, he instructed him to rub the lotion on Alex.

Justin looked very young in just his underwear. He was skinny enough that you could easily count his ribs, his arms and legs were thin and his entire body smooth and hairless. Putting lotion on his hand he began rubbing it on Alex's chest and stomach. Alex began to scream and throw his body against his restraints over and over. Justin jumped back startled by Alex's reaction. Instead of being a soothing body lotion, the cream stung everywhere the lash had landed. Drops of perspiration appeared all over Alex's body and his eyes watered from the pain.

Brad came over to me and with one hand unfastened my pants. Pushing them down along with my underwear he motioned for me to step out of them. My hard on was now obvious to everyone. He took the bottle of lotion from Justin and handed it to me.

"Finish it" Brad said to me in a low commanding voice. I shivered as I took the bottle.

"No, please. David, don't do it. It hurts so bad," Alex begged. I stopped and looked at Brad. He motioned for me to continue. I didn't know what to do. Alex was my friend, but I was being told to do it by his step-dad. Secretly I found the whole situation intensely erotic. Squeezing out more of the lotion in my hand I slathered it on Alex as I fondled his balls. When he arched his back and butt off the table, I kept working his balls and cock with my hand making sure they were completely coated with lotion. Continuing on down his thighs, all of the red lines were covered. Alex screamed and thrashed about for another couple of minutes. Sweaty and breathing heavily, his body went limp and he kept his eyes closed. Brad released the restraints and turned Alex on his side.

"Do his back" Brad instructed while sitting on the edge of the table with Alex's head in his lap. He stroked Alex's hair as I crawled up on the table and rubbed the lotion all over his back and buttocks. Alex made whimpering sounds, but did not struggle. When I finished, Brad helped Alex to stand up. With his arm around Alex's waist he guided him across the room to lie down on the wrestling mats on his side.

"Justin," Brad called out and motioned for him to come to him. He directed him to sit on the edge of the wrestling mat. He did the same to Jason. When we were all sitting cross legged on the edge of the mat facing Alex, Brad stripped off all of his clothes. The rest of his body was just as muscled and ripped as his chest. His hard cock was heavily veined and even while hard; his balls hung low. After retrieving something that looked like a big syringe, he lay down behind Alex who was staying quiet with his eyes closed. Even sweaty and showing red lashes on his body; Alex was still looking very handsome and sexy.

"The lotion stings, but it helps the marks heal faster," Brad whispered in Alex's ear. "They shouldn't hurt much anymore and they are already starting to fade." Brad held Alex tight against his body with one arm supporting his head and the other caressing his chest. "You are my beautiful boy and I know what you need. Your brother and friends are going to witness what you want and how much you enjoy it."

After picking up the syringe again, he moved Alex's knees towards his chest so that his legs were spread and his ass was exposed. Inserting the tip of the syringe into Alex's hole, he partially depressed the plunger. Later I found out the syringe contained a special lubricant with a numbing agent in it. With his fingers he teased the sensitive area and spread around any extra lubricant. Positioning his hard cock between Alex's legs, he continued to whisper in his ear.

"I know about you and your mom, she told me everything," Brad confided as he pushed the head of his cock into Alex. "I know you shared a special relationship and now everything is different." Alex didn't react to the penetration, just continued to lean back in Brad's arms. Brad began a slow gentle stroke. "Now that I know what you want, what you need, we can start over. Would you like that?"

Alex didn't say anything but as his dad continued to fuck him, his cock began to grow.

"You are starting to like feeling me inside of you aren't you? Something we share, just the two of us." Brad made his strokes longer and deeper, slapping his balls against Alex's ass each time. "This is unthinkable for others, but not for us. You have not touched yourself but you are already hard and you have a beautiful cock."

Brad continued to whisper compliments to Alex as he fucked him. Alex was completely hard now, his cock jerking with each stroke. The situation seemed too private for us to be watching but too erotic to turn away. Brad leaned back, drawing Alex with him so that he was lying mostly on top of his body as he thrust up into him. Each of us watching sported a hard-on even though none of us had touched ourselves. While we continued to watch, a little pre-cum appeared on the tip of Alex's cock. And then a few strokes later, he gasped and jerked as several spurts of cum ejaculated and landed on his stomach and chest. Brad kept fucking even as Alex's cock began to soften until he finally stopped with his cock buried deep and unloaded his hot cum inside of his stepson.

Brad pulled out of Alex and turned him so that he lay with his head on his chest. Brad held his son in his arms and closed his eyes as if they were just taking a nap together. I found a blanket in a bunch of camping equipment and spread it over the two of them.

Chapter 5

After watching the show, I felt a bit of a third wheel. Taking the two younger boys with me, I retreated to the other side of the room. As we wandered around the strange equipment, I found myself having to explain things that I would have preferred not to.

"What's that?" Justin asked, pointing to an exercise bike with a big hole in the seat.

"You sit on it like a bike and when you pedal this metal rod comes up through this hole and goes into your butt," I explained pointing at the different components.

"Ew, I don't think I would like that poking up my bum," Justin assured me, making a face. "What's that over there?" Justin pointed to a padded wooden railing with a bunch of leather straps attached to it.

"Hmm, not sure. Why don't you come over here and let's see if we can figure it out." Justin looked dubious but came closer to the device. "Put your hands here and here. This must be cuffs to go around your wrists like this." The cuffs were just held around the wrist with Velcro, but without being able to use your fingers it was impossible for Justin to get out by himself.

"Hey, I can't get out," Justin said with a surprised expression on his face. Jason laughed and started tickling Justin in his arm pits and down his sides. "Hey, cut it out, that's not fair," Justin complained while laughing and struggling to get away from Jason's fingers.

Still working to figure out what all the different straps were for, I looped a strap over Justin's neck and pulled it tight through a buckle. Justin was now held tight, with his neck and shoulders on the padded railing. His thin little body was bent over at an uncomfortable angle with his butt sticking out. It was a clever version of the old wooden stock restraints. Jason thought it great fun to reach around from behind Justin and pinch his nipples and torture tickle him some more.

"I like this thing," Jason teased. "Now I have you right where I want you." Pulling down Justin's underwear Jason proceeded to spank him until his little butt cheeks were red.

"Stop it Jason, that hurts," Justin complained. "I will get you back for this. Let me out now, okay?" Reaching between Justin's legs Jason fondled his privates.

"C'mon, you know that feels good," Jason challenged him. "Admit it."

"Yeah, but not the spanking and tickling," Justin admitted. Although I found it nice to watch the two boys fool around, I figured it was time to let Justin go. Jason grabbed up Justin's underwear from where it had fallen and ran off with them. That left the two of us together nude since I had not retrieved my clothes from earlier. We both looked at each other as if noticing for the first time. His skin was a flawless alabaster white as if he never went out in the sun. Jason was tanned since he often played outside in just a pair of shorts. Justin's soft hairless penis looked small, but the hang of his balls looked like he might be a grower rather than a show-er. He was staring at my cock which was semi-hard from watching Jason fool around with him. I put my arm around his shoulders and we followed after Jason.

"Look," Jason said pointing to a bench with five shiny metal rods sticking out of it. The first one was about the length and thickness of my thumb. The last one was about nine inches (approximately 23cm) long and as thick as my wrist.

"What are those for," Justin asked. He really was just an innocent little kid.

"You sit on them," Jason explained while stroking the first one and mimicking sitting down on it.

"Why would anyone want something like that up their bum? It would hurt a lot. I don't think this was a good idea because I don't want Brad, hmm, my dad to do to me what he did to Alex," Justin confided to us.

"It is an acquired taste," Jason said in his most sophisticated tone. I laughed. Look at my little brother; sounding so suave and sophisticated. Not that long ago he used to cry himself to sleep at night. He had certainly grown some balls recently, so to speak.

"You can just tell me and I will tell my dad," Jason advised. "My dad will know what to do. Besides there are lots of things to do that you will like."

"Yeah, like what?" Justin asked curiously.

"David, go sit over there," Jason instructed pointing to a cloth folding chair setup by the camping equipment. Taking Justin by the arm he pulled him over and pushed him down on my lap. I automatically put my arms around him and pulled him back against me. His skin felt warm against mine as he squirmed to find a comfortable position on my lap. I couldn't resist rubbing my hands over his chest and the inside of his thighs. My semi erect cock jerked against his bottom every time he changed positions.

"There, doesn't that feel good?" Jason quizzed kneeling down in front of us. Justin relaxed back against me as I hugged him.

"Yeah," he admitted.

"How about this?" Jason asked as he put his mouth over Justin's penis. Justin gave a little sound of contentment and went absolutely still. Jason licked and sucked his penis until it was hard. I continued to massage his chest and rub my thumbs across his little nipples. Having Justin on my lap was driving me crazy; I wanted to fuck him so bad.

"See, you like that don't you?" Jason asked knowing the answer was yes. "Okay, now turn around and sit on David's lap the other way." Justin did as he was instructed, straddling my lap with his knees in the chair on either side. My hard cock was now pressing between his butt cheeks as he faced me and just inches away from what I really wanted to do to him. "Okay David, kiss him." I gave Justin a chaste kiss on the mouth. He wasn't a very good kisser and he didn't respond.

"Do it again, that wasn't very good," Jason critiqued. I tried again, letting my tongue lick between his lips. When I broke off, he looked at me strangely and then he kissed me back. I felt his tongue mimicking what I had done to him. When we broke off this time, I could tell he was liking it. I let myself go and penetrated his mouth until I could suck on his tongue and leave him breathless. I hugged him to me rubbing my hands up and down his back and butt. His hard little cock was rubbing against my stomach. Reaching between us I squeezed and released his cock as he humped my hand, massaging my throbbing cock between his butt cheeks at the same time.

Why is it whenever you see an adult watching, you assume you are doing something wrong? Brad was fully dressed and standing close enough I should have noticed him before. I couldn't tell from his expression if he was mad, curious or turned on.

"Get your clothes, we're leaving now," Brad said and he headed back towards the door.

Justin clung to me with his legs around my waist as I stood up. The little guy was a hot little fucker and who knows where this would have gone if we had not been interrupted? But, my hard-on magically disappeared at the sudden appearance of the dungeon master. There would be no happy ending for me tonight. I helped Justin retrieve his underwear; giving his penis one last squeeze as it disappeared inside his briefs. After hunting around for my own clothes we all assembled back at the door.

Chapter 6

After stopping for a bite to eat, we ended up back at our house. My dad would be back in the morning, so this would be our last night together. I felt like we owed Brad an apology and I really wanted to clear the air between all of us. Alex had been very quiet and withdrawn and we had not had any time to talk to each other alone.

"Uh sir, can I make you a drink?" I asked Brad thinking that was how adults always started out their conversations. "I make a real good Irish coffee, or I could get you a brandy." Brad looked at me suspiciously.

"You wouldn't be putting anything in that drink would you?" he asked sitting down on the sofa in the great room.

"No sir, I am really sorry about that," I apologized sheepishly, "We just thought it would help. But we were wrong and I apologize."

"Well, maybe it didn't turn out so wrong after all. I think Alex and I have a better understanding. I saw you and Justin together today. I think he has a little crush on you."

"Me sir?" I said shocked at the suggestion, "I have barely paid any attention to him until today." I sat at the other end of the sofa as we talked.

"He seemed to be enjoying your attention."

"Sorry sir, it won't happen again," I hastily apologized blushing at the idea that he had watched us together.

"Yes it will," Brad said forcefully but with a smile. "I want you to continue paying attention to him. In fact I want you to do more. I think he is a little intimidated by me, but he seems very comfortable with you. And, I think you enjoyed it too."

"Yes sir, he's a good kid."

"You see David; I have been fighting these urges ever since I met the boys. But, after today it will be even harder to resist them."

"Urges sir?"

"I think you know what I mean," Brad said in a conspiratorial tone. "I know you really wanted to fuck Justin today didn't you? I could see it in the way you looked at him and held him on your lap. You were struggling to control it."

"Maybe," I admitted, "But, I didn't give in to it. I wouldn't force him."

"Well, I am afraid that I would," he confessed. "In fact that is part of the turn on, to force someone to submit to me."

"No. No sir, you can't do that. Alex and Justin are my friends. I think they really want to be with you but you can't rape them. I won't let you. My father has connections, he will stop you."

"I know about your father and certainly he could cause trouble for me, but that is not why I am talking to you like this. David, I want you to help me, not fight me. Like I said I think Alex and I have an understanding now, help me bring Justin around."

"I don't know if I can," I said thoughtfully. "Boys are naturally curious and if they know exploring that curiosity is not forbidden, dirty or scary they will fool around with each other sooner or later. Everyone does. Doing it with an adult is even more exciting as long as they trust that person. I think you are little scary right now, but you are also really hot and sexy. When Justin knows and trusts you, I am sure he will want to be with you. If you force him, well, that is just abuse and he will never willingly want to be around you ever again."

"You are very streetwise David," Brad said in a low voice between us. "I know you and Jason have been through a lot and I appreciate your talking to me like this, man to man. I just want to let you know that I not only don't disapprove of you being with Justin, I encourage it. Watching you with him helps me be patient that someday he will want to be with me, the way Alex does. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I think I do," I whispered back. Just then Alex came in wearing the silky lounge pants I had borrowed from my dad last night for Brad to wear. He paused in the doorway, kind of posing. He did that a lot. I smiled at him. The red marks were all gone and he had put product in his thick blond hair that made it look a duplicate of his metro sexual step-dad. Shirtless, but still wearing the leather collar Brad had put on him earlier, the white semi transparent pants looked hot draped over the bulge of his crotch. Backlit in the doorway, the outline of his muscular body was a wet dream come true. He grinned back at me; Alex always knows how good he looks. He came and sat down next to his dad who immediately put his arm around his shoulders.

Justin and Jason came down the stairs wearing … well, something I had never seen before. It was a fleece onesie with a zipper down the front – with footies! Normally I would have said something clever but I didn't want to embarrass Justin in front of his dad. This had to be Jason's doing and he never did anything without a reason behind it. My god, they even had hoodies on them. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. They looked like overgrown toddlers; all they needed were bunny ears. These toddler suits were big on the boys, so I had to consider that Jason must have found these in my dad's clothes somewhere. If that was true, it would give me weeks of teasing and harassment material when he came home. Jason flopped down next to Alex and Justin sat close to me our legs touching. Maybe Brad was right.

"Hey Justin, you look … cuddly. Would you like to help me get some drinks?" I asked picturing in my mind Justin serving drinks in that getup like a cocktail waitress at a playboy club. Now Justin serving drinks naked at a club would be much more interesting. He followed me into the kitchen where I put the kettle on and started assembling the ingredients on the counter. This time I measured the liquor in a shot glass and instructed Justin on how to make Irish coffee and Bailey's hot chocolate. Putting everything on a tray I pulled the zipper on Justin's onesie half way down so that he was showing some of his smooth white skin.

"There, now you are like a sexy waiter at a fancy gentlemen's club. You deliver the drinks and I will find us a movie to watch." I gave him a swat on the butt as he headed out with the tray. I dug out a DVD of Avengers: Endgame to play on the big flat screen and turned on the fireplace. Turning the recessed lighting on down low, the mood was set for a boys' night in.

As we watched the movie, everyone got comfortable. Alex leaned back against Brad who had his arm around him. Jason was cuddled up to Alex who had his arm around him on the other side. I had one leg up on the sofa and Justin was sitting between my legs and lying back against my chest, the way my dad often cuddled with me at night. With the zipper pulled halfway down, I was able to put my hand inside against his skin and play with his nipples occasionally. I was very aware of Justin's hands on my thighs and his little butt pressed against my crotch.

My earlier conversation with Brad was still bothering me. The idea that if I wasn't able to make Justin comfortable with anal sex, Brad might try to force him was disturbing. More disturbing was the thought that I might be turned on by it. It was a lot of pressure considering I started all this and if I wasn't successful in helping Justin adjust, he might be scared or even hurt. I really liked Justin. He was cute, polite and completely innocent. What's not to like?

After the Endgame finished I put on The Blue Lagoon (the first one). It is a coming of age story of two children shipwrecked on a tropical island all alone. Lots of skin and sexy innocence, it seemed appropriate. With the fireplace on, the room grew very warm just as I had planned. I took off my shirt and pushed Justin's fleece onesie down to his waist. Jason caught on right away and unzipped his fleece as far as it would go and pulled it down off his shoulders. It was obvious he was naked under it as the zipper opened up almost to his crotch. Alex, who was already shirtless, noticed right away and reached in to playfully grab Jason's privates. Jason didn't seem to mind and kept his hand on the inside of Alex's thigh.

Encouraged by their response, I decided it was time to piss or get off the pot. Holding Justin back against me, I pulled the fleece down until it pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off and I lifted him up and turned him until he was straddling my lap facing me, the way we were earlier today. I kissed him long and hard until he let my tongue into his mouth. Gripping his already stiffening penis, I stroked it a few times. Then hugging him to me I cupped his tight little butt with both hands. With a little bit of lube, he was positioned perfectly to push my cock right up his little ass. So tempting. I reached between his legs stroking the back of his balls and touching everything between his legs on my way back out including his sensitive little virgin hole. Wetting a couple of fingers in my mouth I massaged the target without penetrating him. He lay against my chest with his head on my shoulder, letting me have my way with him.

It was still too soon to do what I really wanted to. Justin seemed to learn by mimicking what he has seen someone else do. Setting Justin aside, I stood up and pulled off my clothes. Everyone was watching me now instead of the movie. I lay down in front of the fireplace on my stomach with my legs spread a little. Jason took the hint right away and came over, ditching his clothes on the way. Naked, he knelt between my legs and I felt his hands massaging my back, working his way down until he was massaging my butt. Justin came over and knelt down beside me and I could feel both their hands on me now. They began spanking me, something that was definitely not in the plan. After a while it started to hurt. As I began to get up to stop them from whaling on me, one of them grabbed my balls hard enough that I stayed on my hands and knees. I could feel one of them pressing a finger against my ass, the other continued pulling on my cock and balls. Looking back, I saw that it was Jason slipping a finger into me as he used his legs to force my knees farther apart. Jason looked at me with a mischievous smile. He didn't often get a chance to do things to me; it was usually the other way around.

Justin watched everything Jason was doing and soon I felt two fingers sliding in and out of me. As I lay back down, I glanced over at Brad. Our eyes met and he smiled knowingly. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations of two boys turned loose on my unprotected body. Jason stuffed a pillow under my hips so they would have better access to my cock and balls. They pulled, prodded, licked and slapped until I was sure I would be black and blue in the morning. After that stopped, I felt the tip of the lubricant syringe like the one Brad had used on Alex, inserted and moisture pushed up into me. It was an odd sensation and the lubricant felt cold. Shortly after the lubricant, I felt a cock being jabbed at my hole, but missing and sliding off between my legs. I could tell it was Jason lying half on my back as he tried to position his cock. On the next try he jabbed it in and got a yelp out of me. If his cock had been any bigger, it would have been the end of this little experiment. As it was, after the initial shock, his smaller cock felt good as it moved in and out of me. I felt Justin's hands on my back and butt as he watched Jason fucking me. Raising up a bit, I pulled on Justin's arm until he was kneeling in front of me. While Jason continued to fuck me, I kissed Justin and then began to lick my way down to each of his little nipples. Licking and nipping at them with my teeth I got noises from him. Moving down I deep throated his cock and then began sucking and licking his sensitive circumcised head. I put both of his balls in my mouth and sucked and chewed on them until I got more noises from him.

I felt Jason orgasm inside of me, his cock swelling and jerking. When he pulled out, Justin took his place between my legs and Jason guided his virgin cock into my well lubricated hole. He gently pushed inside of me and lay down on my back, not moving. I clenched his cock inside of me with my ass and moved my hips so that even without actually fucking me his cock was being stimulated. His breathing against my neck was loud and faster than normal. Continuing to move under him, I felt him pushing deeper and eventually he started fucking me. I didn't think he would last very long and I didn't want him to cum yet. Turning over I pulled him on top of me and kissed him. Fumbling for his cock, I inserted it back inside me and encouraged him to continue. He felt good and my hands explored his skinny back and butt pulling him into me as deep as he could go. Edging him as far as I dared, I pulled him out but kept him lying on top. While distracting him by kissing him and sucking at his tongue, I grabbed the lubricant syringe and put some in my hand. With lots of lubricant on my fingers I pushed one and then another into his ass and massaged his entrance with lube. He didn't protest. I finger fucked him for a while to let him get used to the feeling. When I didn't think I could stand the anticipation a minute longer, I sat him on top of my cock and held him as it slowly penetrated his ass. He whimpered and I hugged him to me again, stopping to let his body adjust. My cock throbbed inside his tight hot little body. I didn't need to fuck him; just being inside of him was going to make me cum.

Too soon I felt Justin being lifted off me and I slid out of him. Brad was naked and he held Justin in his arms with his legs around his waist. His big veined cock was hard and sticking out just below Justin's little butt. Alex was still sitting on the sofa, but was now nude with Jason sitting on his cock. Jason didn't seem to be protesting his seat. They weren't really fucking; Jason was just sitting there with Alex's thick cock up his ass their hands fondling each other's body.

Brad walked around the room carrying Justin, talking in his ear. I was feeling a bit left out, but decided to just lie in front of the fire and see what would happen. The scene was a bit surreal, a handsome stud with his cock up my brother and his even more muscular father about to fuck his son for the first time. Eventually Brad came back and sat down on the sofa forcing Justin down on top of his big cock. Justin howled and struggled. Too fast, too hard. Before I could stop myself, I jumped up and rushed over.

"Stop, you are hurting him," I yelled at Brad. I grabbed Justin by the shoulders and pulled him away. Brad immediately got to his feet and gave me a shove.

"Who do you think you are," Brad yelled advancing on me.

"You are hurting him," I repeated backing up. He shoved me again and I fell back against the hearth. He grabbed my leg and pulled. I fell on my butt on the floor as he dragged me back towards him.

"That is my kid and I will decide what to do with him not you. Maybe you want to take his place?" Brad growled. The fall knocked the wind out of me for a second. In an instant he was on top of me pinning my wrists down but I was able to get my feet up under him and use them to shove him off me. On my feet again, I tried to reach Justin and take him away, but Brad grabbed my arm and twisted it up hard behind my back. I struggled but the bastard is strong. He pushed me over to the kitchen island and twisted my arm up until my head and shoulders were forced down onto the counter. Still twisting my arm, he used the other hand to try and force his big veiny cock into my ass. I heard Alex yelling behind me.

"Dad, stop! What are you doing? Oh my god!" I could hear Justin yelling and crying. And then his cock hit home. As he thrust his cock in full force it burned like acid. Fortunately there was still some lubricant in me because he just kept shoving it in as hard as he could. Pressing my face into the counter, I had to twist my head to the side to be able to breathe. He was leaning all of his weight on my back and pushing up my arm until I thought it would break as he kept pulling out and shoving back into me as hard and as fast as he could. In the back of my mind, I knew he was getting off on forcing me. It wasn't the fucking; it was the violence that did it for him. Dominating and forcing me to submit to an intimate act like being fucked was the turn on.

Suddenly the pressure was gone. As I gingerly brought my arm down and felt to see if it was broken, I turned around to see what or who had released me. Little naked scowling Jason was standing over Brad with the poker from the fireplace. Brad was on the floor bleeding from a wound on his head. As he moved to get up, Jason raised the poker again for another swing. I caught the poker in my good hand on the way to its target.

"That's enough Jason, you're going to kill him," I said grabbing the poker away from him. "Let me do it." I raised the poker ready to strike.

"David, please don't," Alex pleaded standing over his dad to protect him. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive us, I don't know what got in to him."

"I do," I replied looking Alex in the eye. "He gets off on raping boys." Alex stared at his dad.

"Is that true?" Alex asked his dad.

"Well, sort of," Brad admitted. "The correct term is coercive sadist. I enjoy forcing pain on someone, particularly on young boys." Well, it takes some big cojones to admit to your own kids that you really want to rape them. What do you say to something like that? Alex just stared at him.

"You are never, never to touch Justin," Alex said in a very low serious voice. "If you rape him, I will kill you." I believed him. "David, I think it best if we go. Will you be okay here until your dad gets back?"

"Yeah, sure. But, what about you?" I asked and then whispered, "You sure you want to be alone with this guy?"

"We will be fine," Alex assured me. "We have a lot to talk about as a family." It was like Alex stopped being a kid between one minute and the next. "Justin, get your stuff we are leaving."

Everyone hustled around getting dressed and packing up. No one was saying much; maybe we were all in shock. As Alex opened the front door, I rushed down the stairs.

"Wait, man," I huffed a bit out of breath. "I want to give you something. Please take this book; you don't need to read it right now, just put it in with your other books. I have one for Justin too, okay? Here just put it on your bookshelf in your room." I grabbed Alex in a hug. "Keep in touch man."

"David, you must hate us. Are you sure you are okay?" Alex asked a hitch in his voice. "I am so sorry."

"I'm fine, really. No harm done," I smiled at Alex. "Sir, I know you didn't mean for it to get out of hand like this. I just want you to know there are no hard feelings," I said to Brad.

"Sir, I just want you to know you are a shit and I wish I had hit you harder," Jason said to Brad with a scowl. "And if you ever hurt my brother again I will."

Ignoring Jason, Brad said to me, "You are very generous David. I really am sorry. I hope we can still be friends." He shook my hand.

I grabbed Justin in a big hug and he jumped into my arms with his legs around my waist. He whispered in my ear.

"I love you." I put my mouth to his ear.

"I love you too," I whispered and set him down.

When it was just Jason and me alone in the house again I turned on the security system and started turning off the lights throughout the house.

"I don't think I can sleep," Jason said to no one in particular.

"I know what you mean," I replied. "How do you close your eyes after something like that? Why don't you bunk in my room? We can be awake together."

"Okay," Jason said enthusiastically. "Can I rape you?"

"I don't think so. One a night is my limit."

Chapter 7

When we woke in the morning Dad was already busy in the kitchen.

"Hey Dad, when did you get in?" I asked cheerfully.

"Caught a red eye, got in very late," Dad said while pouring coffee for both of us. "Brad and the boys were already gone. Any problems?"

"They needed to get home. It was no big deal," I replied with a shrug.

"David, you do know the whole house has security monitors, right?" Dad reminded me with his hands on his hips.

"Hmm, yeah I know," I said drinking my coffee and looking anywhere else but at him. "You saw that?"

"Yes I saw that! I have half a mind to report it," Dad grumbled angrily.

"Don't do that Dad please," I begged. "It was all my fault."

"I know it was all your fault. Why do you meddle? Someday you are going to get hurt. Speaking of hurt, I am taking you to the doctor to be examined for any damage."

"No Dad, please," I continued begging. "I'm fine really. It barely even hurts today." Strange as it may sound, having some doctor looking up my bum seemed more embarrassing to me than having Brad pound me.

"And why did you give those books to the boys? You know they won't work that far away," Dad continued his rant. "Why do you keep doing these things David?"

"But if we got close enough you could change them to work over the Internet, couldn't you?"

"I suppose so, but spying on people is both wrong and illegal."

"Just for a little while, just to make sure they are safe," I whined getting up and putting my arms around his waist. "By the way, welcome home; I missed you." Jason came over and put his arms around both of us.

"Damn you David," Dad said under his breath as he hugged us back and sighed.

Later that day we drove near Alex and Justin's house and Dad plugged a router into the car power that let him connect to and reconfigure the cameras in the books I had given the boys so the signal could be broadcast through their in-house Internet connection. I was sure that Alex intended to explain everything to his mom and they would work it out together, but a little insurance never hurt. Besides I admit that I am a bit of a voyeur and watching the guys in bed without them knowing was a bit of a turn on.

***

A nightly routine for us is to congregate in the family room after the activities are over for the day and play a game, watch a movie or just talk. The family room is smaller and cozier than the great room. Junior was stretched out in the middle of the floor, right in the way, as usual. David came in after his workout in the gym. He was a little sweaty, but looking good in his muscle shirt and shorts. As he sat down next to me I put my arm around him as I always do.

"I checked the video feeds, everything is cool," David informed me. Jason arrived dressed in an oversized t-shirt. I suspected he didn't have anything else on under it. You could never tell what Jason would show up wearing if anything at all. He sat down on the floor next to Junior and petted the big dog's head.

"Are you still mad at me?" David asked me tentatively.

"Of course not," I assured him. "In fact I owe you an apology. I should never have said it was all your fault. There are a lot of complicated things going on that would have surfaced sooner or later. And, I never should have left you in Brad's care."

"Why didn't the background check flag anything about Brad?" David inquired, knowing everyone allowed in the house must pass a low level background check because of military contracts.

"I had Brad checked out some time ago before he married the boys' mom. He has never received as much as a parking ticket. I knew about the playroom, but being into leather, bondage or even sadism is not the same as being a rapist. He has either never raped anyone or it was never reported."

"Do you think I raped Justin? I mean, I did the same things to him that Brad was going to do," David asked thoughtfully.

"What do you think?" I reflected back to him.

"When they were leaving Justin told me he loved me," David confided to me.

"That doesn't sound like he felt he was raped," I reassured him. "Do you feel that I have ever raped you?"

"Of course not," David snorted in disbelief.

"But, I have done some of the same things that Brad did to you. Do you feel Brad was raping Justin?"

"He was hurting him," David said thoughtfully and paused to think. "I thought he was at the time but I guess I don't really know. What do you think?"

"I think the only person who knows for sure is Justin. Do you feel Brad raped you?"

"I don't know," David answered after thinking it over. "He hurt me and I didn't like that, but it wasn't the fact that he fucked me. I think he assaulted me because he was angry but he was also getting off on it."

"So what have you learned from all of this David?"

"It is all very complicated and confusing. Sometimes I feel things that I am not sure I want to. What if I am like Brad?"

"I think you will find that all of us have feelings that we may not be proud of like hating someone, wanting to cheat or steal. The test of our character is how we act on those feelings."

"Jason, what have you learned?" I asked my rambunctious little troublemaker.

"That not everything that is wrong is illegal and not everything that is illegal is wrong," Jason answered without pause. David and I stared at him.

"Alright, who are you and what have you done with the real Jason?" David asked half kidding.

"I'm not always the stupid one," Jason taunted without interrupting his dog petting.

"No one ever calls you stupid" I tried to reassure him.

"He does," Jason insisted, pointing at David.

"I do not. I call you dumb," David said cheerfully as though that explained it all.

"What David means to say is that sometimes you do dumb things. The things you do are dumb, not you."

"Yeah, sure. That's what I meant to say." David said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"What else did you learn?" I asked Jason ignoring David for the moment.

"A straight poker beats a pair no matter how big they are," Jason responded without even looking up.

"Dad, he's an alien," David reacted, "My god, he made a pun?"

"Good to know that expensive tutoring is not going to waste," I replied with a straight face.

"What's a pun?" Jason asked innocently.

"There's our Jason," David chortled, "He's back!"

"Come here son," I motioned to Jason. He ran at me and jumped, straddling my lap. After recovering from him crushing my balls; I hugged him. Sure enough there was nothing under that t-shirt.

"So what have you learned Dad?" Jason quizzed me.

"That I need a key on the liquor cabinet," I said accusingly while looking at David.

"Well maybe you could forget about that and I won't have to circulate this to all your friends and business associates," David said mysteriously as he grabbed the remote to start what was obviously a pre-setup slideshow on the flat screen. The first picture was the back of someone in a one piece fleece onesie posing with his arms up over his head. The next was a side view of the same person in the same outfit but with a hoodie hiding his face. The next one was a front view of the fleece onesie complete with footies, hoodie – and my face.

"Blackmail is such a dirty business," I said to David straight faced. He was rolling around on the sofa laughing.

"Jason found those in your closet," David snickered. I let him have his moment of triumph.

Chapter 8

"Okay guys, time for bed," I announced after being soundly trounced in two games of Mortal Kombat.

"Can we sleep with you tonight," Jason begged.

"No, you always steal all the covers," I complained.

"I won't, I promise," Jason whined.

"Don't believe him," David advised. "You know he does it in his sleep."

"I know I will regret this later, but I did miss you guys, so c'mon," I said and Jason jumped into my arms and wrapped his legs around my waist. I made it up the first two flights of stairs, but was out of breath.

"I think you are getting too fat for this," I teased Jason.

"Maybe you are just getting too old," he threw back at me. Finally making it up the last flight of stairs to the master suite, I threw him on the bed where he bounced to his feet.

Jason liked to undress me for bed and I liked having him do it. With Jason standing on the bed, I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head. We had long ago gotten over any shyness about seeing each other naked, so Jason was fine with being the first one undressed. He pulled my shirt up but was not tall enough to pull it off over my head. I helped him get it off and threw it at him. He caught it and threw it onto the nearby valet. Grabbing my pants he made quick work of unfastening and pulling them down. I climbed into bed and sat propped up against the many pillows positioned against the headboard. Jason snuggled in beside me. He liked to sleep in the middle.

David came in with Junior who usually slept at the foot of the bed. As David shrugged off his muscle shirt, I admired his physique. He worked out regularly in our gym and the effort showed. I admired the smooth mounds of his chest muscles and his tight flat stomach. His black hair and eyebrows were a striking contrast to his tanned face and body. Someday he would look very handsome in a beard.

"What?" David asked, catching me looking at him.

"You look good son," I complimented him. I think he blushed but definitely looked pleased. Pulling off his workout shorts he headed towards the bathroom.

"Gonna take a quick shower," he said over his shoulder.

Sleeping together is usually more about cuddling than anything else. We all find comfort in just being with each other. When the boys first came to me we had to work through all of kinds of issues about their past abuse, what society thought taboo and my own inexperience with kids. We continue to explore the fine line between pain and pleasure, consensual intimacy and abuse. I know that soon my boys will grow up and have relationships with other people, but for now I cherish the time we have together. While I know our little family is unusual, I also know it is not unique. As I reflected on all this, Jason cuddled against me with his head on my chest and his hand on my leg. I massaged his back and he squirmed around until he had one leg hooked over mine.

David came in fresh from his shower, his hair tousled and damp. On his hands and knees he crawled up the bed and reached over Jason to give me a chaste kiss on the lips. He next turned his attention to his brother, running his hand down his back and kneading each of his little butt cheeks. Jason reacted to his touch by arching his back and raising his hips to David's touch. It made me smile to see the brothers together like this. There was no one more protective of Jason than David. Sliding off the bed again, David retrieved some items out of a drawer and came back to kneel next to Jason.

Squeezing lotion into his hand, David spread the lotion on Jason's back and butt. He straddled Jason and began to work the lotion into his skin. Jason sighed with pleasure and spread his arms and legs wide. While Jason enjoyed the back massage, I enjoyed watching the muscles of David's chest and arms as he worked. His soft penis and balls brushed Jason's butt as he worked his way up and down his back.

One of the items David had retrieved was a little bullet shaped vibrator about the size of a small battery with a cord attached to it. With Jason completely relaxed, David lubed up the vibrator and pressed it between his butt cheeks. It made Jason squirm against his hand. Slowly he pushed it down until it was at his back door. I knew from personal experience how erotic that feeling could be. David seemed to enjoy taking his time and teasing his brother, slowly moving the vibrator around. Jason's response was to spread his legs wider, inviting David to penetrate him.

Eventually David pushed the vibrator in until only the cord was visible. He returned to massaging his back and buttocks with long hard strokes. Jason unconsciously humped the bed reacting to the stimulation to the back of his body by stimulating the front. Watching Jason's pleasure was enough of a turn on for David that his cock stood at attention. I couldn't resist reaching over and stroking it a couple of times. He grinned at me.

Taking his cock in hand, David lined it up and thrust his hips forward enough to shove about half the length of his cock into Jason pushing the vibrator deeper. They now shared the sensation of the vibrator, Jason with the vibrator deep inside of him and David with it against the tip of his cock. They kept that position for several minutes, each one only moving slightly to accentuate the pleasure they shared.

Eventually David withdrew and pulled on the cord to extract the vibrator. Jason looked up at David, obviously disappointed the experience was over. Instead of leaving, David leaned forward until he was fully inside of Jason. He lay down on his side drawing Jason into his arms. I had seen them do this before. David would move only enough to keep himself hard as he cuddled Jason. The boys would likely fall asleep before they naturally separated sometime during the night. Pulling up the duvet, I kissed them both and snuggled in next to them for the night.

Chapter 9

"Dad, I think Justin is in trouble," I interrupted dad while he was working in his office, something that is usually a big no-no. I have been checking the video feed regularly ever since Alex and Justin's visit over two weeks ago. Alex was seldom in his room and didn't seem to even sleep there anymore. Justin, on the other hand, spent almost all of his time in his room. Tonight I saw something that concerned me enough that I would risk the reprimand of disturbing Dad at work.

"Let me see," Dad requested, holding out his hand for my tablet. I positioned the video to the segment I needed him to review and handed it to him. He cast the tablet display to his computer and it showed as a composite picture on the four big screens over his desk. Letting the video play, we could see Justin lying on the foot of his bed fiddling with a game controller. Then we heard the door to Justin's bedroom burst open. The fish-eye camera was pointed into the room, so we could not see who entered until Brad approached the bed.

"Come with me" Brad said to Justin and grabbed him by the arm. Justin recoiled from him, shaking off his hand and clambering off the bed away from his step-dad. On his arm was a hand print where Brad had grabbed him. Dad paused the video to study the hand print. Releasing the video again we watched Brad walk around the end of the bed to where Justin was trapped in the far corner of the room. He back handed Justin and grabbed his arm again, pulling him along towards the door.

"When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it!" Brad yelled. As he turned towards the door his other hand was visible. It showed almost black, as though he had put his hands in wet paint. Again, Dad paused the video feed to examine the hand. Starting the video again we saw Justin fighting to free himself until Brad grabbed him around the waist and dragged him from the room.

"Meet me in the car," Dad said to me as he shut down screens and handed me back the tablet. As we left the office we met Jason lurking in the hallway.

"What's going on," Jason asked sensing the tension in the air.

"David and I have an errand to run and I need you to stay here. We will lock the door and turn on the security. Stay in the house and do not open the door for anyone, I don't care who they are or why they want to come in. Can you do that?" Dad questioned Jason.

"Yes, sir," Jason replied. Amazingly he did not argue or ask a dozen questions like he usually does.

"Good boy," Dad smiled and tousled Jason's hair. "Call David's cell if you need anything."

I grabbed a jacket and the keys to the SUV and ran for the garage. Backing out the car I pulled it around to the front door trying to anticipate what Dad would need. I spied him coming out the front door with a backpack. Scooting over to the passenger seat, I activated the front door electronic lock from the controls in the ceiling of the car.

"Do you think that was blood on his hands?" I questioned as we sped toward Alex and Justin's house.

"Yes, but we could be over reacting to something as simple as a household accident," Dad cautioned.

"I haven't seen Alex on the camera for days; do you think he murdered him?" I continued assuming the worst.

"Let's not let our imaginations go wild David, there is not enough evidence to come to that conclusion. I need you to think calmly and to not panic. Can you do that son?"

"Yes sir," I said determined not to let my dad down. Reaching into the backpack he had brought with him, he handed me a wireless taser. I was familiar with the model although I had never actually shot anyone with one.

"Brad will expect me to be armed, but he may underestimate you," Dad coached as we drove. "We will check his play room first. If anything is going on, it is probably there. If we don't find him, then we will go to the front door and pay them a friendly visit. Are you going to be okay?"

"Sure," I replied with more confidence than I actually felt. This was the first time I had been included in anything remotely dangerous. I was scared but excited. As we approached the house, we unexpectedly turned onto a side road. I wanted to say that we were going the wrong way, but I knew there must be a reason for the detour; although I had no idea what it was. Eventually we stopped at a cull-de-sac in a subdivision I had never seen before. Leaving the car parked at the side of the road, Dad grabbed the backpack and we jogged between two houses and climbed over a chain link fence. Beyond the fence was dark and wooded. At the edge of the woods, the terrain dropped off steeply. From the edge of the hill I could see that we were above Alex and Justin's house and the garage with the underground play room.

"The play room was originally built as a bomb shelter," Dad whispered to me. "There should be a ventilation shaft up here somewhere. Let's spread out and look for it." We headed in opposite directions. It was only a couple of minutes before I saw a block of concrete sticking up out of the ground just over the crest of the hill. Waving my arms to get Dad's attention, I climbed down to the ventilation shaft. On the same concrete slab that housed the ventilation shaft was an access hatch about the size of a manhole cover secured with a padlock. Dad pulled a bolt cutter out of the backpack and quickly broke open the hatch. Inside was a ladder leading down into the dark.

Turning on the flashlight built into his taser he headed down the ladder. I followed as quick as I could after closing the hatch behind me. At the bottom of the ladder was an elaborate utility room containing electrical connections, heating unit and everything necessary for a functioning bomb shelter. A door led into the back of the play room. Checking for any movement, we entered the playroom and headed in opposite directions as quietly as possible. I recognized the area from the other day where Alex had been restrained on the stretching table. Looking around I spied what must be Alex but my mind refused to believe it. He was hanging naked upside down on a cross suspended from the ceiling with his legs spread and ankles attached to the cross beam. His back was to me and his arms were hanging down loose almost touching the floor. A black leather hood covered his entire head. There were lashes all down his back, buttocks and legs bleeding enough that it had dripped down his arms and made a small puddle under him.

I knew better than to rush to his rescue when the room had not been secured yet. Even as I thought it, I heard voices from the other side of the room. I crept towards the sound using the equipment to hide my approach as much as possible. Eventually I was close enough to make out what was being said.

"What are you doing here," Brad asked. From where I hid I could make out that Brad was naked, threatening my Dad with a crossbow. A crossbow? Out of all the weapons in here, it seemed odd he would pick a crossbow.

"Just checking up on the boys, their mom was worried about them," Dad said holding his hands up. "Where are they by the way?"

"That is none of your business," Brad replied angrily. "How did you get in here?"

"You left the door open," Dad ad libbed.

"You're lying, and not very convincingly," Brad snarled with disdain. "I happen to know she is incommunicado and has been for days and I never forget to lock the door."

I knew I had to get within eight meters or so without being seen to be in range to use the taser. In the movies they always look so cool creeping up on someone, yelling clear as they turn corners and sweeping the area with a gun. But, I figured my best chance to remain unseen was to crawl. So, on my hands and knees I wandered my way through the equipment until I was directly behind Robin Hood.

"She told me about that incident the other day at my house," Dad said conversationally. Yeah Dad, keep him talking. With both hands I steadied the butt of the gun shaped taser on a bench and shot him in the back. Not very chivalrous, but hey? Since the wireless cartridge delivers less juice than a wired taser, I also rushed forward and tasered him again with direct contact. The double tap worked great, but unfortunately one of his spasms triggered the crossbow and now Dad has a crossbow bolt sticking out of his shoulder. Crap!

"Dad, I am so sorry," I cried anxiously. "I didn't think it would go off. You're bleeding!"

"It's okay," he said calmly, applying pressure to the area without removing the metal quarrel. "It's up to you now, listen to me. You need to take pictures of everything and we need to find the boys."

"I found Alex, but not Justin," I answered while taking a picture of his wound with my phone. I also took a picture of Brad and the crossbow on the floor where he had collapsed.

"Get the flex cuffs out of my bag," Dad instructed calmly as he sat down. He was losing blood fast – not good. I got Brad restrained and attached to the leg of a weight machine he couldn't possibly walk away with. Rushing across the room, I quickly took pictures of Alex and hunted for the controls to lower the cross to the floor. Once I had it on the floor, I was able to unbuckle the ankle restraints and get the hood off. Thank God he was still breathing. But where was Justin?

Calling out his name, I crisscrossed the room checking each device. I found him naked, impaled and restrained on the metal dildo bench he had asked about the other day. I snapped a couple of pictures as I rushed over to undo his leg and wrist restraints. He seemed pretty out of it. Justin is so skinny that I can still easily lift him and he automatically put his legs around my waist. With Justin in my arms I could see the bench and the metal dildo he had been impaled on was streaked with blood. Snapping another picture of the bench with my phone, I carried Justin to where Alex still lay on the floor.

"I have them," I yelled hoping Dad would tell me what to do next. There was no way the boys were going to make it up that ladder.

"You have to drive the car around to the garage and pick us up. While you are doing that I will find the key to the door," Dad instructed. "Be careful."

The trip back up the ladder was uneventful and I wasn't too worried about driving the car. I didn't have a license, but sometimes I had to drive my mother's boyfriends home when they got too drunk; so I knew how to do it. Figuring out the right turns took some thought, but I found the driveway and drove back past the house and parked in front of the garage. I didn't have a remote or a key to the garage so all I could do was wait. Eventually the garage door went up and I rushed out to get the boys into the car.

I carried Justin and put him in the back seat. Dad had found a couple of blankets for the boys to drape over themselves. It took me and my dad both to support Alex enough to get him laid out in the cargo area. Dad worried me when he climbed into the passenger seat. The only way he was letting me drive is if he thought he might pass out. With Dad giving me directions, I pulled up to the back of an urgent care facility. It was after hours and the building was dark, but the back door opened as soon as I came to a stop. A woman in blue scrubs hustled out and helped everyone get inside.

"Davie, long time no see," the woman said to my dad. "What shit have you got into this time?"

"Nice to see you too Maddie," Dad said with a grimace. He was obviously in pain.

"Let's get this boy up on the table," Maddie directed as she and my Dad helped Alex to lie down on his stomach. Maddie pulled off the blanket and shook her head.

"I know you don't want me to ask how this boy got used as a whipping post," she said as she started pulling supplies out of drawers and cabinets. While I stood by still holding Justin in my arms, Maddie did a double take.

"Now Davie, you done made a carbon copy of yourself," she joked. "Where you been keeping this handsome lad hidden all these years?"

"It's a long story," Dad replied.

"Well I would love to hear it over a couple of beers, which you will definitely owe me after all this," Maddie said sternly. "You got parental rights for me to treat these boys?"

"No, their mother is 'unavailable' and their step-dad is who did this to them."

"Figures," Maddie sighed. "You wouldn't have brought them here unless it was something like that."

"What's your name son," she asked Alex. Alex didn't respond. She checked his eyes with a little flashlight. Inserting a cannula, she setup a drip. Quickly and efficiently she began cleaning away the dried blood from Alex's back wounds while keeping up a constant conversation.

"I'm going to need their medical records so I know what they are allergic too or if they are on any other meds," Maddie commanded from Dad. "And, what's your name son?" she asked looking at me.

"David," I replied.

"Of course it is," Maddie said smiling at me while she continued working. "What happened to that little guy you got there?"

"He was … impaled," I said hesitantly. How do you describe a dildo bench to someone who has not seen one?

"Where?" she asked looking over Justin from head to toe while still dressing the wounds on Alex's back.

"Hmm, anally," I said trying to be discreet.

"Bloody hell! Well, recline the examination chair in the next cubicle and get him on it. We will have to take a look after I get daddy taken care of."

"Maddie, where is your computer and I will get you those medical records," Dad said struggling to get up while keeping pressure on his shoulder wound.

"Sit your ass back down in that chair mister," Maddie barked. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph you got shit for brains."

"David!" Maddie yelled. "I need your ass back in here as soon as you are done in there." As I hustled back in Maddie was jabbing a needle into Dad's shoulder.

"Give that a minute and then I am going to need you to help hold your Dad's shoulder still while I take out that bolt," Maddie instructed while preparing antiseptic and bandages to treat Dad's wound right where he was sitting.

"The shot will numb the area a little, but it is still going to hurt like a son of a bitch," Maddie advised. "David hold his shoulder and brace his back so he can't jerk away when I pull this out. Ready? On five. One – two -".

Dad yelled and mumbled some bad words under his breath. "Damn it Maddie, you said five."

"Aw, you big baby," Maddie teased holding up the metal bolt for inspection. "At least it wasn't a hunting quarrel with cutting blades. This just made one big puncture wound."

"David hon, get those shears over there and cut off your dad's shirt so I can get this mess cleaned up." Maddie kept pressure on the wound while I cut off the shirt.

"Oooh, be still my heart. You still looking good there Davie," Maddie teased while swabbing the wound with antiseptic. Even with blood loss, Dad turned a brilliant shade of red. "Okay stud, I call this my arm bra. It is going to keep that arm and shoulder immobilized."

Maddie held out an arm sling with several straps, one that went all the way around his back and kept his arm firmly strapped against his chest.

"David, you are pretty good at this, are you secretly a medic?" Maddie asked as she put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me with her into the next cubicle. I knew she was kidding, but it still made me feel good.

Maddie checked out Justin, noting the bruises on his face and a couple on his arms. "Hey little man, what's your name?"

"Justin," he whispered.

"Well Justin, I know we just met but I am going to need you to trust me. Can you do that?" Justin nodded. "I need you to turn on your side and I am going to use this little bitty camera to see if there is any damage."

Maddie held up a colonoscopy scope so Justin could see the tube she would be inserting.

Justin looked at me.

"It isn't going to hurt, it will just feel a little weird," I tried to reassure him. "I am going to be right here the whole time."

I helped him turn on his side and held onto his shoulder. In just a couple of minutes the procedure was over.

"David, I suspect he would prefer for you to do this rather than me. He has some tearing around the sphincter and just inside the anus. Put this antiseptic cream on it and take it with you to reapply when needed. Apply after every stool or at least once a day. If the bleeding resumes, he will need medical treatment. Otherwise everything should heal just fine on its own."

Maddie moved on to take care of her other two patients, leaving me with a tube of cream and a perplexed look on my face.

"It's okay," Justin said letting me off the hook. "It doesn't even hurt as much anymore."

With lots of antiseptic cream on my fingers I gently applied it to his tortured ass and worked it inside. Ironic, what would have been erotic in another situation was now an awkward medical procedure. Finishing up, I kissed Justin on the lips.

"Come on champ, let's get you on your feet and see if we can get you something stylish to wear home."

Arranging his blanket for him toga style, Justin followed me out of the cubicle much more like himself.

Alex was getting a shot, but seemed to be alert and ready to be off the table. Dad was on his feet giving Maddie a big hug and a kiss. I planned an extensive interrogation later. We keep running into women from my Dad's past, besides my mother that is and we know how that turned out.

"And you can come and be my medical assistant anytime," Maddie exclaimed giving me a big hug.

She caught me by surprise when she kissed me on the lips, laughing at my reaction. I really liked her.

Dad drove one handed. Hustling everyone back inside the house, I decided I needed to take charge. Hustling around I got everyone some food and sorted out who might need pain or sleeping pills to help them rest. Finally, I got my dad away from the others for a moment.

"What about Brad?" I whispered.

"If he hasn't found a way to free himself already I will send someone in the morning," Dad replied. "Don't worry, I won't go alone. I should be able to get in touch with their mom tomorrow morning and get her to come here instead of going home. How about we bed the boys down in the family room, I will need to keep an eye on them tonight."

"No worries, they can sleep with me. I will wake up if either of them is having trouble," I reassured him. "You should go get some rest."

"Yes sir doctor Dave," Dad teased. But, he really did look pale and tired. "I will leave them to you." Dad hugged me for several minutes. "You did real good David, I am so proud of you."

"Thanks Dad. Now please, go to bed."

Chapter 10

Alex was sprawled out on his stomach without any covers over him. He couldn't stand even a sheet in contact with his back and certainly not the duvet I normally used. I adjusted the room temperature so he would not be cold. Justin cuddled with me under a soft fleece lap blanket. He had not left my side all night and seemed to always find a way to be in physical contact. I didn't mind.

Propped up on pillows with Justin leaning back against my chest, I was hoping I could persuade them to tell me what happened.

"So, how did you know to come to our rescue?" Alex questioned.

I had to confess about the book cameras and seeing Brad take Justin from his bedroom.

"I'm glad you did," Alex said after my explanation. "I thought I had it all under control. Man, was I wrong. After we left here last time, I told my mom all about what Brad did to you and what he said. They had some major fights about it. We finally all agreed that I was old enough to make up my own mind; so as long as he left Justin alone, we could work it out.

"It started out okay. He liked to have me wear that collar around the house. The one he put on me last time. Then he started inviting me into their bedroom late at night. He would make a big deal about making me strip in front of them. Kept telling me how handsome I was and asking my mom if she thought so too. It was a little embarrassing, but he was really nice to me the rest of the time and I admit, I kind of liked it.

"Well, he kept making me do a little more each time. Once I was naked he would masturbate me until I would cum in front of them. Then, sometimes, he would let me sleep between them. A few times he had me suck him until he was hard and then he had sex with my mom while I watched. I mean it was weird but it also turned me on. I couldn't help getting hard and he would notice and talk about it. He would say how much I must like it, how I was getting off on it."

"Your mom was okay with all of this?" I asked.

"Not really, but I kept reassuring her that it was okay. We really wanted everything to work out to keep the family together and nobody was getting hurt. Well, at least not yet.

"Whenever she was away, he started taking me into the playroom and fucking me like he did in front of you. He was real gentle about it at first and it felt kind of good. I mean, if I had said no I think he would have let me go. I didn't say no.

"Then he started fucking me in front of my mom. She tried to stop it, but he did it anyway. After that was when he started hurting me. At first he would just strip me and use that flogger, the one you saw. It hurts, but the marks go away after a few hours. It gradually got worse."

"Today it started right after lunch. We worked out together and then he said he wanted to wrestle. He is so strong, he can always pin me. Once he has me pinned, he rips my clothes off. As you can guess, after I am naked he fucks me while I try to get away. It is kind of a role play and I guess we both get off on it.

"He was rougher than usual today, twisting my arm behind my back and grabbing my crotch real hard. I thought maybe he was mad at me about something. After the wrestling he forced me onto that cross where you found me and fastened my ankles and wrists so I couldn't move. He has some kind of electrical strap that he fastened around my cock and balls. When he flips a switch it gives you an electrical shock. It really hurts and I can't help but struggle and yell when he does it. I think that is the part that really turns him on, my reaction to the pain. There is also a metal dildo that he stuck in me that gives electrical shocks. He would shove it in all the way, shock me, then pull it back out. After a while you knew every time he shoved it in the electrical shock was going to happen and it was going to hurt like hell. Knowing it was going to happen was the worst part."

Alex paused while he struggled to find a comfortable spot on his side facing us. Naked, the front of his body was just as handsome and sexy as it always was. Stretched out on his side, his flaccid cock and balls distracted me from his face. Of course he noticed my gaze and when our eyes met, we grinned at each other. Using the excuse of getting more comfortable, I moved the blanket off to the side. Jason was sitting between my legs leaning back against my chest with my arm around his waist. He hooked one leg over mine, giving Alex and me a great view of his entire body. He had been listening to Alex's story intently, every so often taking in big breaths. He seemed lost in his own thoughts and entirely unaware of anything else going on around him. I caught Alex's gaze as he took in our cuddling, focusing last on his brother's partially spread legs and his exposed privates. Catching his eye, we silently acknowledged to each other that we liked what we saw and that it was okay. Alex took up his story from where he had left off.

"After the shock treatment, he did some other things to me but it got real bad when he raised the cross up so that I was hanging upside down, the way you found me. He left me hanging for a long time, I don't know how long. I felt light headed and kind of dizzy. He put a hood on me and then he started whipping me and he just kept doing it. Whenever he stopped I could feel him touching wherever he had whipped me. I didn't realize I was bleeding until I felt it running down my arms. I think I might have passed out for some time because I suddenly heard Justin yelling. It was kind of muffled because of the mask, but I was sure it was him. That scared me, but I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move, I couldn't yell, nothing. I felt so helpless hanging there wondering what was happening to him." Alex ended his story with unshed tears in his eyes. I reached over and cupped the side of his face. Justin took up the story from where Alex left off.

"When Brad came for me in my bedroom, I saw the blood on his hands right away. That was why I tried to fight him off. I thought he was going to kill me and I was scared. After he dragged me into the play room he was kind of rough getting my clothes off. It wasn't like before when Jason and I were fooling around. He even ripped my shirt.

"He tried to make me ride that exercise bike, the one that what when you pedal it sticks something in your butt. I wouldn't pedal and he couldn't keep me on the seat and force me to pedal at the same time. That made him mad. I can always tell when he is mad cause the veins in neck stick out. He dragged me over to that rack where you can fasten your wrists and neck and it makes you bend over with your butt sticking out. Once he had me fastened to it, I couldn't fight him anymore. He liked spanking me and pulling on my privates real hard." Justin paused and took a couple of deep breaths. I hugged him a little harder to let him know it was okay.

"Then he stuck his thing in me. He is really big and it hurt. I yelled and tried to keep him from doing it, but I couldn't stop him. He just kind of laughed at me and said I needed to get used to it because I had gotten off too easy until now. I thought maybe since he got his way, it would be over and he would let me go. But, after he was done he went and got a machine with a metal rod on the end." Justin swallowed hard.

"He put the metal rod in my butt and when he turned the machine on it moved the rod in and out. I could have moved around and got off of it, but he wouldn't let me. Every few minutes he would turn it up so that it went a little faster. He said after this, I would beg him to fuck me instead of the machine. When the machine was going fast enough that I didn't dare try to move around, he started playing with me trying to get me hard. He said if I would cum for him he would let me go, but I couldn't. The machine hurt too much and I was too scared.

"When he finally stopped the machine I wasn't sure I could walk. My legs were kind of shaky and I just wanted to lie down. Brad thought it was funny that I couldn't walk right. He said next time I could ride him instead of the machine. He asked me if I wanted to sit down and when I said yes, he took me over to that bench we saw the other day and made me sit on the first metal thing. The first one isn't very big, but when you sit on it, it still goes up inside of you. He kept saying he wanted to see if it was really inside of me and that I should lean back and slide up and down on it. I told him I had enough of things inside of me and I wanted to go back to my room. That was when he made me sit on the second one.

"The second one is about the same size as Brad's thing, maybe a bit longer. He pushed down on my shoulders to make sure it was all the way in. It felt like it was so far up inside of me that I would never be able to get it back out. He left me there while he sat across from me and played with himself. I didn't mind watching, I have never really seen a naked adult man play with himself before.

"He kept staring at me while he was stroking himself even after he was hard. I was afraid he wanted to stick it in me again. He came over, stood right in front of me and tried to stick it in my mouth. I should have sucked it but I didn't. I refused to open my mouth and he got mad again. He picked me up and sat me on the third metal thing. You saw it. It is really thick and long and it wouldn't go in. He kept trying to force me down on it but I couldn't. That was when he put on the restraints so I couldn't move off of it. So, I couldn't move away, but I couldn't sit down either. He went back to staring at me while he played with himself.

"My legs got tired and cramped and gradually more and more of my weight was on that metal rod. When it finally went in, I yelled. It felt like my insides were burning and I got up off of it again. But eventually my legs gave out and it went in again. I did that several times and finally I just stayed on it. Eventually he got tired of watching me and just left me where you found me."

"What do you think will happen now?" Justin asked after finishing his story. "Could I stay here with you?"

"I think it is going to be up to your mom," I said hugging him tight. "My dad was going to try and reach her tomorrow morning and have her come here instead of going home to your house. I know what happened to you and Alex was really scary, does it bother you that we are touching like this?"

"You have never hurt me or forced me to do anything. I liked fooling around with you and Jason the last time we were here," Justin replied moving my hand from where I was hugging his chest down to his privates. "I have thought about it a lot since then."

"Yeah, I liked that too," I agreed. I couldn't help but manipulate his warm soft penis and scrotum in my hand. I teased the sensitive tip of his circumcised member until he gave a little giggle and squirmed away from my touch.

"Why didn't you two ever fool around together?" I asked Alex.

"I don't know," Alex responded while watching me play with his brother. "I guess I never thought he would let me."

"I never thought you would let me," Justin countered. He reached out hesitantly and took Alex's soft penis in his hand. We all watched as he gently stroked it. Right then it seemed like the most fascinating thing in the world. As it started to grow larger Alex made a little sound in the back of his throat. Justin was imitating what I had done to him, running his finger around Alex's most sensitive spot.

Alex moved away from Justin's gentle touch and I thought the moment of connecting between the two brothers was over, but I was wrong. Alex simply slid down the bed until he could lie on his stomach between Justin's outstretched legs. Moving my hand aside he put his mouth over Justin's penis and circled the tip with his tongue. Justin's immediate response was a surprised gasp, raising his hips off the bed as he absorbed the delicious sensations he had never experienced before from his older brother.

I admit I was a little jealous watching the two of them together and feeling a bit left out. As Alex teased Justin's penis into a raging hard on; he still managed to deep throat it, only coming up when he needed to breath. I ran my hands from Justin's waist, up his torso, feeling each rib and ending by gripping his chest hard and massaging both of his nipples with my thumbs. Tipping his head back I was able to kiss him hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth until he struggled to breath. He was making whimpering sounds now as Alex was sucking his cock hard moving up and down the shaft. As he increased the rhythm, Justin stretched out his body, ridged with the anticipated orgasm that was just out of reach. With Justin panting, Alex kept him on the edge for several minutes. Finally with a loud groan, Justin orgasmed into Alex's mouth. If there was any cum, he swallowed it because he continued to lick Justin's hard on even after Justin let his body go limp.

The unexpected intimacy between Alex and Justin left me in agony as my hard on pushed against Justin's back with no hope of release. I noticed Alex was suffering just as much as I was. Justin on the other hand curled up with the fleece blanket into a contented little ball.

Being the perfect host, I caught Alex's gaze and whispered over Justin's head, "You want to fuck me?" A bit crude I suppose, but Alex didn't seem to mind as he immediately nodded. Extracting myself from around Justin, I moved over to the other side of the bed and lay on my stomach. Alex came and lay beside me, running his hands down my back and between my butt cheeks. I expected him to immediately jump on board, but he didn't. Instead he motioned for me to turn over on my back, and he hugged himself to me rubbing our mutual hard ons together.

"I never thanked you for coming after us," Alex mouthed in my ear. "I suppose we would have survived anyway, but it is nice to know someone was looking out for us."

"Always," I replied. We had a moment of adolescent bonding just then, a feeling that we boys needed to stick together. Reaching down between us I guided him into me. There was no pressure, no pain to get used to, we just fit. With a slow gentle movement of his hips, he made me feel full and complete. There was a warm pleasant feeling building up from the inside out. It made me even harder as Alex's body moved against mine. I needed release, but I was determined to hold out until Alex was with me. He took his time, never speeding up or stopping. I wanted to put my legs around his waist or hug his body to mine, but I didn't dare because of his injuries. Instead I let him set his own pace and take me with him as he built his own climax slow and steady. I felt his ejaculation inside of me, the spurts of hot cum a hot pool in my core. With hardly a touch, I matched him spewing hot juices between our bodies. Sweaty and sticky we clung to each other, waiting for our bodies to recover enough to be able to move again. Eventually I retrieved a wet hot towel and cleaned us off enough to make it through the night.

Chapter 11

The next morning at breakfast, Alex and I moved like Siamese twins. We drank orange juice from the same glass, munched on toast from the same plate and finished each other's sentences like an old married couple. Dad just looked on with an amused expression on his face. Justin and Jason were back to their normal annoying selves, trying to launch globs of preserves into each other's mouth by flicking them off the end of a butter knife. The ones that missed, which were most of them, were cleaned up off the floor by Junior. When the door announced a visitor, I rushed to open it. I had barely cleared the latch before Alex's mom burst into the entryway.

"Alex dear, I was so worried," his mom rushed in grabbing Alex up in a big hug.

"Ow!" Alex howled recoiling from the aggressive embrace.

"Oh, I am so sorry dear," she apologized and hugged his waist instead of his back.

"Ow!" Alex repeated even louder.

"Oh no, you poor thing," she exclaimed. Holding on to both sides of his face, she kissed him on the lips. In our house that is exactly where you are supposed to kiss someone. Turning to Justin she asked "And where were you hurt dear?"

Justin turned a lovely shade of red. "No worries mom." They hugged and she gave him a big kiss as well. Next she turned to my dad.

"David, I don't know how to thank you for looking after my boys." To my surprise she also kissed him on the lips. The kiss seemed to last a bit longer than was absolutely necessary. Alex and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

Everyone sat around the kitchen counter discussing what should be done about Brad. Options included torture, hanging, drowning, electrocution and my personal favorite – crucifixion. As Justin pointed out, we just happened to know where there was a cross that was not currently in use. While I was not absolutely certain, it seemed that quickie divorce was the likely winner. Dad offered the pool house for them to live in for as long as they needed it.

While the parents took their coffee in the great room, we boys hung out at the counter to discuss this sudden turn of events.

"Did you see that kiss your mom gave my dad?" I asked.

"Do I look blind to you?" Alex queried. "That looked like more than a thank you kiss to me."

"Are we all going to live here now," Justin asked.

"Don't mind him, he was the runt of the litter and they made us take him," Alex teased.

"What if they got married? We would all be brothers," Jason added.

"That would be wicked," Justin chimed in enthusiastically.

"Yeah, well I don't know how you think you are going to make that happen," said Alex bringing the group back to reality.

"You leave that to me," I said my thoughts already spinning. "I will think of something. I always do."

Alex laughed, remembering the last time I had said those exact same words to him. It seemed like a life time ago now. I laughed with him.

Grabbing our shared orange juice glass, I held it up in a toast. "Brothers?" I asked, taking a swallow.

"Brothers," Alex agreed, taking the glass from me and swallowing what was left.

"Brothers!" echoed Jason and Justin together, smacking their juice glasses together and causing them to spill over onto the counter. Boys will be boys.

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The End