Chapter 1
A lovely little orphan

(Matthew's story has been partially inspired by the PZA orphan story 'Caring for Cody')

The minute Steve Miller saw Matthew, he knew he was the kid he wanted to adopt. For some time now, the man had been feeling lonely and wanting a new son to raise, since he'd sent Seth, his fourteen year old son, to study abroad. He had started the paperwork for adoption some months before through his numerous lawyers and this was his first visit to the State Orphanage. He'd seen the files of dozens of kids ranging from six to fourteen but had made up his mind almost immediately as he'd seen Matthew's pictures and as he'd read the boy's life story.

According to his file, Matthew had been abandoned at the age of three and had been in the care of the State ever since. He was a quiet and introverted kid and noted the Orphanage's counselor desperate to please in order to be accepted. In his pictures there was a sort of sadness in his eyes, which Mister Rosenbaum, the representative of the State Orphanage for legal affairs, had mentioned as a very likely result of his having seen most of the kids being adopted save for him. The man had also suggested that Steve Miller chose a different boy, this one being so introverted and lacking in social skills, but Miller had told the man Matthew was just perfect.

"So," Elijah Rosenbaum told Matthew, "behind that door awaits Mister Miller. He has expressed a profound interest in getting to know you and possibly adopting you. So, I want you to please behave and try and make a good impression, alright?"

"Yes, Mister Rosenbaum," Matthew replied shyly.

"As you well know, not many people have shown interest in you and this might be your last chance to be adopted, so, be very obedient Matthew and don't cross Mister Miller. That's the best piece of advice I can give you."

"Yes, Mister Rosenbaum," Matthew said again.

Mister Rosenbaum turned the door knob to one of the visiting rooms where Steve Miller awaited. Mr. Miller was most definitely different from what Matthew had originally imagined, not very tall but built. He had jet black hair with gray on the sides. He had a model-like nose and deep blue eyes. Matthew instantly thought the man gave him a peaceful vibe, the vibe of a man who would be a very good father, not that the boy had any options or experience of any type of father.

"Mister Miller," Rosenbaum said, "this is Matthew. Matthew, this is Mister Steve Miller."

"Hello there, Matthew," Steve Miller said gently.

"Hi," Matthew replied shyly and Miller found it adorable.

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted," the man said, "You'll have a good two hours to get to know each other and then I'll come back to get your impressions."

"Very well, Mister Rosenbaum," Steve Miller said and waved the man goodbye.

Once Rosenbaum was out the room, a very small room with just a couch and, thank God! No windows. Steve Miller smiled at the boy.

"Come here, Matthew," he said and smiled.

The boy walked slowly toward his prospective foster father. The man patted the couch next to where he was sitting and Matthew sat on that very spot. Mister Miller put his arm around the boy's shoulders.

"So," Steve Miller said, "Tell me about yourself, Matthew."

"Um," Matthew uttered not sure what to say.

"I'll help you out," Steve Miller said, "How old are you Matthew?"

"I'll be eleven tomorrow, sir," Matthew said.

Steve Miller thought Matthew had the sweetest voice in the world and once again felt convinced that he'd chosen correctly. The boy was a dream, 1.30m [4'3"] tall with blonde hair and droopy dreamy blue eyes. He was wearing a worn out T-shirt and a pair of short pants that had past their usefulness a while ago. That was why he'd chosen Matthew over the many other boys in the orphanage, that and the fact that the boy was a quiet and obedient little one, perfect for what Steve Miller had had in mind for a very long time.

"And what do you like to do, Matthew," Miller asked.

"Um … I-I … like to play with my friends and, um, I don't know …"

Steve Miller laughed at that and hugged Matthew against him. Matthew felt slightly uncomfortable at being hugged so tightly but then again, he did want to impress Mister Miller.

"You know?" Steve Miller said, "I've been wanting to adopt a son for some time now, and the minute I saw your file I knew I wanted you to be my son."

"You did?" Matthew asked genuinely interested, his face lighting up.

"I did," Miller said, "I do."

"Why?" Matthew asked.

"You're special, Matthew," the man continued, "There's something about you."

"Really?" Matthew asked and smiled.

Mister Miller felt his heart melt and his cock stir in his pants at the boy's beautiful smile.

"Yes," Steve Miller said and took Matthew's face in his thumb and index, "I know you'd make a very good son."

Matthew blushed at the compliment and smiled once again. Mister Miller was definitely a good man and he could feel it, even if he was hugging him very tightly.

"Come, let's talk a bit more," Steve Miller said, "Sit here, on my lap."

Matthew felt uncomfortable, like there was something wrong with sitting on a stranger's lap, but Mister Rosenbaum's words rang in his head 'not many people have shown interest in you and this might be your only chance at finally being adopted, so, be very obedient Matthew and don't cross Mister Miller' and stood up from his place to sit on Mister Miller's lap. As he did, Mister Miller immediately placed his arms around the boy interlacing his hands in such a fashion that both hands were over the boy's little bulge.

"Mister Rosenbaum tells me you are a very obedient and quiet boy," Steve Miller said, "and he told me I should be choosing someone else," Miller waited for the information to sink in the almost eleven year old's mind, sowing the seeds of automatic attachment as he attacked Rosenbaum and then continued, "but I told him it was you I wanted."

Matthew felt instantly angry at Mister Rosenbaum for trying to talk Mister Miller out of adopting him and decided he'd do his best to please Mister Miller.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I know you'll make a great son, Matthew," Miller said to the boy's ear as he unlaced his fingers and started rubbing the boy's stomach tenderly.

Mister Miller's touch felt somewhat funny, but Matthew thought it was very likely the fact that he'd never felt the warmth of a parent's touch and let the man do as he was doing.

"Do you think I'd make a good father, Matthew?" Steve Miller asked.

"I-I guess …"

"I am a very caring man," Steve Miller said still rubbing the boy's tummy, though 'accidentally' slipping his thumb under the boy's shirt, "and you do need to know I have a lot of money too. If you were my son, you'd never lack in anything, Matthew."

Matthew pondered this in his mind. He was sure Mister Miller would make a good father and it was not like he had many options at this point in his life.

"By the way," Steve Miller said carrying on with his plan, "I brought you something."

"You did?" Matthew asked genuinely excited not noticing that Mister Miller's hand was now rubbing his tummy under his old t-shirt.

"I did," Miller said and picked up his backpack offering it to Matthew, "Open the front zipper."

Matthew did as instructed and pulled the zipper open. Mister Miller instructed him to open the backpack and retrieve what was inside and the boy did as he was told, pulling out a package wrapped in happy birthday decorated paper with a nice blue ribbon around it.

"Wh-what's this?" Matthew asked.

"It's your birthday present," Steve Miller said.

"Really?" Matthew asked happy and excited.

"Really!" Steve Miller said, his hand openly rubbing Matthew's belly under the boy's shirt and his other hand rubbing the boy's left inner thigh, "Go on, Matthew, open it up!"

Matthew didn't want to seem too eager, but he had never gotten a birthday present before and he felt very excited, so he removed the ribbon rather carelessly and started unwrapping the present. It was a collection of comic books all tied together. Surprise? It was The Spider-boy! His all time favorite comic book but he'd read very few of the issues during his stay at the Orphanage. They looked brand new, and there were approximately 40 issues.

"Wow!" Matthew exclaimed.

"You like them?" Steve Miller asked fascinated by the boy's reaction and by the smoothness of the boy's skin, "Mister Rosenbaum told me The Spider-boy was your favorite, so I got you the whole collection."

Matthew put down the comic books and the backpack and got up from the man's lap. Steve Miller felt puzzled by the boy's sudden reaction, thinking he might've screwed up, but Matthew threw his arms around the man's neck and hugged him tight.

"Thank you, Mister Miller," he said in a broken voice.

Steve Miller hugged the boy back 'accidentally' placing his hands on the boy's beautiful bubble but.

"Hey, hey," the man said, "don't cry. I wanted to make you happy, not sad."

Matthew let go of the man's neck and looked him in the eye, his lovely mouth still pouting.

"I'm not sad," Matthew said, "I'm sorry I cried, I …"

"It's okay," Miller said cupping the boy's face in his hand and wiping the tears away, "I understand."

Matthew nodded and the man smiled at him. Steve Miller was definitely falling for the lovely little orphan.

"So," he said, "Wanna go ahead and read number one?"

Matthew nodded excitedly and smiled at his prospective foster father.

"Come, sit over here and check it out," Miller said patting the spot next to him on the couch.

Little Matthew leaned his head against the man as Mister Miller threw his arm around Matthew's shoulders. And they stayed in silence for a while as the boy carried on reading issue number one of his favorite comic book.

There was a knock and the door opened, Mister Rosenbaum looked in all smiles.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the pair of you," he said apologetically, "but your two hours are up. I hope it was time enough for you to get acquainted."

"It was," Steve Miller replied, "Matthew and I got to know each other well."

"Matthew," Mister Rosenbaum said, "it's time for you to get back to your chores. Mister Miller and I have stuff to talk about."

"Yes, Mister Rosenbaum," Matthew said in his sweet voice and stood up from the couch.

Mister Miller smiled as he saw little Matthew stand up and take his comic books. Unexpectedly, the boy put the comic books aside and threw himself at Mister Miller hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, Mister Miller," he said.

"It was my pleasure, Matthew," the man replied, "Take the backpack with you, so you can place your comic books there. I'll see you soon."

Matthew nodded, placed the comic books inside the backpack and hung it on his shoulder and finally left the little room. Mister Rosenbaum looked back at Steve Miller as the man arose from the couch. Rosenbaum was afraid to ask, not sure that the man still wanted to adopt the boy, the most unwanted boy they'd ever had at the State Orphanage.

"So," he said after clearing his throat.

"We don't have much to talk about, Mister Rosenbaum," Steve Miller said, "I want to adopt Matthew and that's my final decision."

"I'm shocked, to be completely honest with you," Rosenbaum replied as he invited Miller to walk with him, "I always thought Matthew would never get adopted."

"And I really wonder why," Steve Miller said, "he's an adorable kid."

"I'm glad you think so," Rosenbaum said, "Now, we'll have to get started on the final paper work for you to become Matthew's legal guardian.

"I wish it to take as short a time as possible?" Miller said, "Everything has been done according to law so that we can proceed. I hope I can rely on you to do all you can to remove any bureaucratic delays. Matthew has waited long enough for a daddy. "

"Of course, Mister Miller," Rosenbaum said, "I'll see to it that the process is expedited. I'm ever so glad Matthew will finally have a loving family."

"So am I, Mister Rosenbaum," Miller said feeling his cock stir in his pants once again, "So am I."

Chapter 2
Matthew's new home

Matthew was happy he was finally going to have a home. He was in Mr. Rosenbaum's car riding to his new home and he felt restless. It had only been a week since he had first met Mr Miller but every day had seemed like a month. Now the car ride seemed to the boy to be taking hours even though it had only been thirty minutes since they left the orphanage but finally the car stopped in front of a nice looking house and Matthew felt excited. Mister Miller had said he was rich, but the house was much, much bigger than Matthew could've ever imagined in his wildest dreams. Mr. Rosenbaum opened the door for him and carried his backpack with what little stuff he had, his Spiderboy comic book collection included. Mr. Rosenbaum rang the bell and waited. Matthew waited anxiously for the door to open worried the man might have changed his mind and gone out. It seemed an eternity to the boy before the man showed through it.

"Mr. Miller," Mr. Rosenbaum said as the now officially approved as Matthew's prospective adoptive, and temporary foster, father opened the door in a sports outfit with a towel hanging round his neck, "Glad to see you."

"Likewise, Mr. Rosenbaum," Steve Miller replied, "Please, come in."

"Oh, I'd like to, Mr. Miller, but I have some other matters to attend to. I just came by to drop Matthew." Mr Miller had made it clear he expected minimal interference now Matthew was coming to live with him. Mr Rosenbaum in all his years had never known a boy to be placed within a week of first meeting and certainly not on a permanent basis. It usually took weeks and would start with two or three overnight visits with follow ups by social workers to see how things had gone. It just showed how powerful Mr Miller and his lawyers were that these had all been waived. He had no intention of upsetting such a powerful man and anyway Matthew was keen and there were no other options for the boy.

"Good. Hi, Matthew," Mr. Miller said.

"Hi, sir," Matthew replied shyly.

"Let me help you with your stuff," Mr. Miller said taking the backpack from Mr. Rosenbaum.

Matthew nodded.

"Well, then," Mr. Rosenbaum said, "I gotta get going. Thanks again for adopting Matthew."

"You don't have to thank me at all, Mister Rosenbaum," Steve Miller said, "I'm sure Matthew and I were meant to be father and son."

"Do expect a series of follow up visits by one of our social workers. Standard procedure as you would imagine."

"I'll be glad to receive these visits when they come, Mister Rosenbaum," Steve Miller replied although his tone suggested otherwise.

"Have a great day, Mister Miller," Elijah Rosenbaum said and then nodded towards the boy, "Goodbye Matthew, be good for your new father. Do everything he tells you to."

Having said this, Mr. Rosenbaum walked back to his car, and Mr. Miller closed the door behind Matthew.

"Let's go up so I can show you to your room," Mr. Miller said, "Boy's first!"

Matthew began up the stairs, the perfect excuse for Steve Miller to see the boy's ass-cheeks as he walked up the stairs. Steve Miller was glad he had all the money he had amassed over the years, because it had helped in being able to adopt Matthew even if he was single.

"Ok, this is it!" Steve Miller said opening the door.

Matthew's jaw dropped open as he saw the place. It was a big bedroom with all sorts of toys in it and a huge walk-in closet. Matthew could not believe how lucky he'd been in Mister Miller taking a liking to him, now, he was never going to be an orphan again, and he had a rich daddy!

"Wow!" was all he said.

"Now, Matthew, first thing in the schedule is taking a bath."

"But I had a bath this morning at the orphanage," the boy said.

"But I didn't see that and I'm very strict about hygiene rules, Matthew. I expect you to obey me, since I am now your legal guardian. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mister Miller," Matthew replied shyly.

"Now," Steve Miller said, "Undress."

Matthew felt slightly uncomfortable at the request, but he didn't want to disobey Mr. Miller, fearing that he might change his mind about the adoption and decide to return him to the State Orphanage. First he took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor.

"No, no," Mr. Miller said, "fold it and place it on your bed. That will always be the routine, okay? Discipline is everything."

"Okay, Mr. Miller," Matthew replied and folded his shirt as he had been told.

He then took of his old mended shoes and socks and placed them next to the bed.

"Good boy," Steve Miller encouraged.

Matthew then unbuttoned his shorts and took them off also folding them and placing them on the bed. Steve couldn't believe how gorgeous little Mathew looked down to his tighty-whiteys and smiled. Matthew was still boy shaped, thin but with that wonderful baby fat in his lower abs and around his butt.

"Yes, Matthew," Mr. Miller said, "your underwear too."

Matthew took the elastic band and pulled his underwear down, his face blushed deeply at getting naked in front of the man, but then again, Mr. Miller was an adult and knew best. He then stood up and modestly covered his tender parts with his hands.

"Hands at your sides, Matthew," Mr. Miller ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Miller," the boy replied sheepishly.

Steve Miller looked at Matthew with a strong sense of satisfaction. This boy was certainly the most beautiful creature he'd ever looked upon. Not only was his body beautiful, he had a nice cock which was possibly five centimeters [2"] as it hung limp, the head completely covered by its foreskin. His young balls had already dropped down and hung nicely under the young tool. Steve Miller took the boy by the hand and led him into the bathroom and started filling the tub.

"Hop in so I can bathe you," Mr. Miller said.

Matthew blushed even more and Steve Miller struggled not to laugh at the boy's obvious embarrassment.

"I know how to bathe myself, sir," Matthew argued.

"That's what you say, Matthew, but I need to make sure for myself you do know how to do it. I thought I had made myself clear when I said you were to obey. Should I call the orphanage and ask them to switch you for another of the boys?"

"No, no, Mister Miller, I'm sorry!" Matthew said apprehensively, "I will be very obedient, please, please don't switch me!"

"Fine, then," Mr. Miller said, "In the tub."

Matthew jumped into the tub and the warm water somehow helped him relax. Mr. Miller poured the bubble bath and smiled as he noticed Matthew looked more relaxed.

"I'm going to see to a couple of things, but I'll be back in ten minutes, Matthew," Mr. Miller said, "I'll be back to properly bathe you."

Mr. Miller left the room and Matthew started splashing about in the tub. He felt ever so happy he now had a home and someone to care for him. He wondered whether Mr. Miller would be a good father, he hoped he would and thought he might. He also wondered if Mr. Miller would want him to call him Daddy, he really wanted to.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Miller came back to the bathroom..

"Ok, Matthew," he said, "I'm going to wash you now. Stand up for me."

Matthew did as instructed making sure this time he kept his hands to his sides. Mr. Miller looked at the lovely boy and started shampooing the boy's hair, taking time admiring the beauty before him. Matthew was definitely a beautiful boy and one Miller would have lots of fun disciplining. When he was done, he opened the hand shower and rinsed it.

"Turn around for me, Matthew," Mr. Miller instructed and the boy did as he was told.

Then Mr. Miller put soap on the bathing mitten and began scrubbing the boy's back. He went a little south and scrubbed the boy's lovely ass-cheeks taking his time, his cock already stiffened. When he finished, he did the boy's legs.

"Okay, Matthew," he said, "Turn around again."

Matthew turned around and Mr. Miller started scrubbing his arms. Upon finishing the arms including his armpits where one day hair would grow, he proceeded to scrub Matthew's chest and tummy. He made sure to rub Matthew's nipples thoroughly with the fiber mitten. Matthew was not yet aware of sexuality in any way, but as Mr. Miller rubbed his nipples with the mitten, he felt something very pleasurable wash inside him and wondered if it was okay for him to feel such things. As he rubbed on the boy's nipples, Steve Miller noticed how the boy's dick started stiffening and knew he was moving in the right direction. He then removed the mitten and soaped both his hands.

"Matthew," he said, "Do you know how to wash your penis correctly?"

"I … um … I think, sir," Matthew stammered.

"Do you ever wash the head?" Mr. Miller added.

"Yes, sir, the home doctor said it was important to always do it," Matthew volunteered.

"Let me show you the right way to do it."

Having said so, Steve Miller started rubbing the boy's cock from the shaft, making sure to manipulate him enough to get him worked up. Then with thumb and index finger he started pulling Matthew's foreskin back and heard the boy gasp, but never moved. Matthew was now almost sure that this was a bit weird, however, Mister Miller had been so cool with him, the boy thought it was okay for the man to do it if he was now officially his father.

"It is very important that a boy's glans is always clean to prevent any possible infection in there," Mister Miller said by way of an explanation.

"Okay, Mister Miller," Matthew said.

Steve Miller now started rubbing Matthew's cock-head with his soaped fingers sending shivers through the boy's body. Matthew was very hard now and breathing heavily. Steve Miller smiled to himself as he felt the boy's legs trembling a bit. Now that the boy was fully hard, his cocklet was a good eleven centimeters [4.4"] long and slightly thicker than a thumb. It was all smooth and the cock-head was pink almost on the red side. Knowing what feelings he was causing the naive and inexperienced boy, he continued rubbing Matthew's glans.

"Now, Matthew," Mr. Miller said without stopping the rubbing of the cute cock-head, "As you wash your glans, you have to make sure your little nuts are always clean. Let me show you."

Mr. Miller started then rubbing the boy's balls, playing with them as he rubbed on the young cock-head. As he did so, the man made sure to slightly caress the boy's nether region. Matthew was not sure what it was he was feeling, but he certainly didn't want Mr. Miller to stop and he didn't say anything. Steve Miller noticed the boy was close to cumming and then stopped his manipulations on the boy's cock and balls. Matthew slightly whimpered as Mr. Miller stopped and the new foster father felt delighted he had been able to edge young Matthew and then bring him to experience frustration at not being allowed to cum.

"Turn for me again, Matthew," Mr. Miller said.

Matthew turned around once more and his lovely bubble butt was now facing Mr. Miller's face. The man soaped his hand again and this time started rubbing the boy's ass-cheeks.

"It is very important for me, Matthew," Mr. Miller said as he started rubbing the boy's crack, "That you are always clean in every spot. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Mister Miller," Matthew replied as the man's hand moved up and down his crack.

"It is also very important to keep your hole clean," Mr. Miller said now rubbing his middle finger in circles around Matthew's virgin asshole.

"Ye … Yes, Mr. Miller," Matthew gasped unable to process the new wave of pleasurable feelings this particular kind of rubbing produced in him.

"Do you ever wash inside your hole, Matthew?" Miller asked in a very serious tone.

"Um … no, sir … I didn't know I had to …"

"You most certainly do. This is how you do it," Mr. Miller said suddenly pushing his soaped middle finger inside the boy, "Am I making myself clear, Matthew?"

"Yes, Mister Miller," Matthew said feeling slightly ashamed at having a finger put inside his ass.

"When cleaning the inside of your hole, you have to make sure you reach and rub all over the walls of your insides," Mr. Miller continued now rubbing at the boy's little prostate.

Matthew didn't know what was happening, but his eleven year old weenie was stiff again and new and unknown pleasurable sensations filled him as Mr. Miller rubbed him inside. Steve Miller was having the time of his life rubbing Matthew's prostate and hearing the boy's labored breathing. Just when he felt a prostatic contraction, he removed his finger and explained to little Matthew he needed to add more soap. Once they were soaped up, Steve Miller pushed not one, but two fingers inside the boy's hole. Matthew gasped at the new intrusion but again, he said nothing. Steve Miller rubbed and rubbed at Matthew's sweet spot with his two fingers in the boy's, before today, virgin asshole. He moved a bit so he could clearly see the boy's pecker throbbing and he knew the boy was very close to cumming. Steve Miller wondered if young Matthew could make cum already, and knew he was about to find out.

Matthew was gasping as the new sensations took over his body, he didn't understand what was happening but he didn't want Mr. Miller to stop. He felt his weenie jumping and felt the weirdest of urges, as if he wanted to pee but stronger. Steve Miller stopped moving his fingers inside the boy and, to his surprise, young Matthew started wriggling his ass, so he could get more of that feeling. The man then resumed the prostatic simulation and smiled as Matthew's pecker started spurting a wad of semi-transparent young cum. The boy's legs buckled and Steve Miller made sure to hold the boy so he didn't fall.

"Are you okay, Matthew?" Mr. Miller asked.

"I … um … I am, Mister Miller.

"Well, I think you're clean enough now, Matthew," Mr. Miller said with a final wipe of the now very sensitive head.

Matthew didn't know why but it had felt wonderful as Mr. Miller had washed his ass, weenie and nuts.

"Yes … Mister Miller …" he said trying to be a good boy.

"Let's go to your bedroom," Mr. Miller said after drying the kid with a soft towel, "We need to get you dressed."

Having said this, the man carried Matthew in his arms and took him to his bedroom. He was so glad he had shown Matthew how wonderful it was to cum, because from now on, he was planning on keeping the boy edged and not allowed to cum until he deemed it proper. He had shown young Matthew paradise, so he would crave it more than anything in his life. Keeping him frustrated would make the boy become more obedient, turning him into the perfect slave.

"Now," he said, "You'll take a shower every morning and every night like clockwork. I expect you to clean your weenie and your boy-hole the way I showed you today. Can I trust that you'll do it correctly, Matthew, or do you want me to help you bathe every day."

"I … uh … I don't know, Mr. Miller …" the boy said.

"Yes you do, Matthew. It's very simple, you can decide to do it yourself, but, if you're not sure you can do it properly, I can do it for you," Steve Miller said sure that Matthew was going to choose being bathed by his new foster father if only to feel those wonderful sensations in his virgin and never before touched young body. Little did the boy know Steve Miller was not planning to let him generally experience orgasms like that, they would be rare treats. "Whatever it is you choose, I'll be happy to respect your decision."

Matthew pondered the question being laid before him. Though it had been kind of awkward for Mr. Miller to have bathed him since he was not a little child anymore, Matthew had really enjoyed all the pleasurable sensations he had been given, especially when he had felt that wonderful explosion in his groin. He did want Mr. Miller to make him feel that way again.

"I think … um … I think it would be best if …"

"Yes, Matthew?" Mr. Miller asked amused at knowing the boy didn't want to sound too eager but was dying to be touched again.

"It would be best if you did it, Mister Miller," Matthew said, "at least while I learn how to do it properly."

"Fine, I'll do it for you then," Steve Miller said, "Let's get you dressed."

Mr. Miller opened the walk-in closet and went in. A couple of minutes later he came out holding the garments he had chosen for Matthew to wear today. He asked Matthew to sit on the bed and began putting the boy's socks on him.

"Stand up for me, Matthew," Mr. Miller said and the boy complied.

He then asked the boy to lift his legs up one at a time to put his underwear on. When he'd pulled it completely up, Matthew noticed that his underwear — which was more like a speedo-type swimming suit — was a bit too tight and that it also had a funny hole in the front surrounded by a black elastic band. He was about to ask Mr. Miller about it, when the man suddenly put one of his hands inside the underwear locating his weenie, and with his other hand he pulled back the boy's foreskin passing the little cock through the elastic band and positioning the hole all the way down the boy's shaft. The pressure of the band made him a little stiff.

"Mister Miller?" Matthew asked.

"Yes, Matthew?"

"Why is there a hole for my weenie in this underwear?"

Steve Miller smiled at the boy.

"So that this little thing," Mr. Miller said playfully tugging at Matthew's foreskin, "can be ready whenever you need to pee and we avoid a little accident. I hate boys peeing all over themselves."

Matthew was going say he was old enough not to pee his pants, but knew better than to argue and just nodded. He didn't complain either about the fact that the elastic band was a bit too tight and was making his weenie get a bit stiff. Steve Miller then asked Matthew to raise his legs one at a time once again to put his trunks on. The boy once again did as instructed. When his trunks were in place, Matthew noticed these too were a bit tighter than he would choose, but he said nothing about it either. Steve Miller smiled as he saw Matthew wriggle a bit trying to get more comfortable in his trunks, which was exactly what Miller didn't want. The trunks were tight on purpose, and the front side of them was covered in a slightly rougher fabric. With his cock outside his underwear, slightly strangled by the black elastic band, it would be rubbing against the rough fabric of his trunks, Matthew would be in a constant state of arousal, involuntarily edging himself all through the day which was exactly what Miller wanted.

"Are you alright, Matthew?" Mr. Miller asked amused.

"Yes, Mister Miller," the boy said, "I'm alright."

"Good, now come, it's dinner time."

As they both ate, Steve Miller smiled as he noticed how Matthew wriggled in his seat and he couldn't imagine how uncomfortable it must be for the boy to have his stiff cock rubbing against the rough fabric of his trunks. The idea of what the boy must be feeling was enough to make Steve Miller's cock go hard inside his pants. After dinner, Steve Miller brought Matthew to the TV room and allowed Matthew to pick a movie for both of them to watch. Steve sat down on the love seat and had Matthew sit next to him. As they watched the movie, the man threw his arm over the boy and held him close to his side.

A bit into the movie, Miller asked Matthew to sit on his lap and the boy eagerly did as requested, although he wondered if he was too old for this. Like that time at the Orphanage, Miller started rubbing Matthew's tummy with one of his hands as he caressed the boy's thighs with the other. Matthew wriggled as Mister Miller's touch, for some reason unknown to him, caused his dick to stiffen and rub harder against the funny fabric of his trunks sending those yummy feelings all over his young body again. He then started wondering if it was okay for him to feel these funny feelings, but he thought that it was, since Mister Miller had not said otherwise.

Around nine, right after the movie, Mr. Miller announced it was bedtime. Mr. Miller walked Matthew to his bedroom explaining that there would be no bath tonight since he had only bathed a few hours ago and the boy said it was fine but the man caught the boy's frustration almost immediately. Mr. Miller then sat on the bed and asked Matthew to approach him so he could be changed into his pajamas. Once again, Matthew thought it was a bit strange that the man wanted to do it, since Matthew was not a little kid anymore but an eleven year old now. When Steve Miller removed Matthew's trunks, he felt satisfied that the boy's cock was still stiff due to the edging torment inside his weird clothes, through all the day's stimulation. He pulled the tight underwear's front side to release the boy's cock from the elastic band's grip.

"Ow!" Matthew said.

"Be quiet, Matthew," Mr. Miller said.

"I'm sorry, Mister Miller," the boy said, "It hurt a bit."

"Ok," Mr. Miller said "let me give you something for it."

Steve Miller walked outside the room and came back holding a pill, and a glass of water.

"This pill is for the swelling," he lied as he gave the boy the sexual enhancement pill to still bring Matthew to a higher state of arousal, "Take it now."

Little Matthew took the pill without hesitation truly believing it would make him feel better.

"Are you going to pee or poo before we go to bed, Matthew?"

"I … um … I thing I might have to pee," the boy said.

"Ok," Mr. Miller said, "Let me take you so you know how to properly clean yourself after peeing."

"Do boys clean after peeing, Mister Miller?" the boy asked, "I thought only girls did."

"Boys clean after peeing too," Miller explained, "though it is often not mentioned in many homes and shelters. I, however, am very particular about hygiene and discipline, so it is very important to me that you know all this stuff."

"Thank you, Mister Miller," Matthew said.

"For what, Matthew?" the man asked.

"For teaching me this important stuff," the boy said in his sweet voice.

Steve Miller nodded and grinned at the boy took Matthew's hand and took him to the bathroom. Once there, the boy noticed the bathroom had two different doors, so it connected both his bedroom and Mr. Miller's.

"Okay, Matthew, let's do this," Mr. Miller said, "Stand in front of the toilet."

As the boy did so, Steve Miller knelt before the boy. Since Matthew was not wearing his pajamas yet, Mr. Miller grabbed the boy's cock and then pulled the foreskin back.

"It is very important to move your foreskin back so the pee does not remain in there thus making your penis dirty," Mr. Miller said noticing the boy's cock had started stiffening at the attention, "Now, pee."

Matthew felt funny about Mr. Miller holding his weenie as he peed, but then again his new foster father must know best. When the golden flow had stopped, Mr. Miller asked Matthew if he was done. When the boy nodded, Mr. Miller asked him to hold his foreskin back so the man could clean it, and young Matthew once again did as instructed.

"Now, this is a baby wipe," Mr. Miller said carrying in his hand what in reality was an after-shave wipe, "and every time you pee I want you to wipe your glans like this."

As the man put the wipe around Matthew's cock-head and started wiping, Matthew felt a fresh, then hot, then burning sensation on his already tenderized weenie-head. Steve Miller smiled once again satisfied that Matthew did not complain even when he was in obvious discomfort, but as he wiped, the young cock started stiffening once again. Little Mathew was indeed naive and submissive.

"I think you're done now," Mr. Miller said, "Let's go back to the bedroom."

Once back in the bedroom, Steve Miller opened a drawer and got out a ribbed butt plug, the size of an index finger. He rubbed some lube over the object and then he walked back to where Matthew stood still naked from the waist down.

"Now, during night time you're not allowed to go to the bathroom, and the way for us to secure your boy-hole from pooping is this," he said holding the plug, "This is a boy tampon, which you'll use every night before bedtime, okay?"

"Yes, Mister Miller," Matthew replied, he had never heard of a tampon boy's or any other kind, but not wanting to appear stupid before his new father.

"Now, bend over for me so I can put it in," Mister Miller said.

Matthew did as instructed, and Mr. Miller positioned himself kneeling behind the boy. He squirted a bit of lube over the boy's asshole and started rubbing his middle finger in circles. Matthew moaned slightly and Miller smiled to himself.

"To make sure you're not hurt, I need to open your hole a bit," the man explained, "so I'm going to put my finger in your boy-hole as we did when I showed you how to wash inside, okay Matthew?"

"Yes … Mr. Miller," the boy answered anticipating those good sensations he had experienced as the man washed his insides.

Steve Miller knew what he was doing and he rubbed at the boy's prostate for a good two minutes, noticing Matthew's cock was hard again.

"Okay, here it goes," the man said.

Steve Miller removed his finger from the boy's ass and started pushing the plug inside. Matthew gasped at the new intrusion. Being about the same size as the finger that had just been in him, the plug slipped in easily and quickly and the man pushed at the base a bit more to further stimulate Matthew.

"Now, Matthew, lay face up on the bed."

The boy did as instructed, his young cock stiff at the recent stimulation.

"Now, we also need to make sure you don't wet the bed, so …"

"But I don't wet the bed …" Matthew started to reply.

"What did I tell you Matthew?" Mr. Miller asked sounding slightly angry.

"I'm sorry, Mister Miller," the boy said genuinely apologetic.

"As I was saying, we need to make sure you don't wet the bed, so we'll also be plugging your pee hole," Mr. Miller said.

The man stood up and went to one of his drawers. He took a different sort of lube and something Matthew had never seen before. It looked a lot like a thin metal rod with a sort of metal ring attached.

"Oh, Matthew!" Mr. Miller said with a look of disappointment, "Your weenie has gone soft and I can't fit you up if it is. I'm gonna have to make it stiff, okay?"

Matthew nodded anticipating a new round of pleasurable sensations. With lube on his thumb and index finger, Mr. Miller took the boy's cock and peeled the foreskin back. The cock went stiff almost immediately, but Steve Miller took the opportunity to give young Matthew's wiener another proper work out and bring him to the brink of orgasm once more. When he felt the young cock throb more repeatedly, he stopped.

"I think you're ready now," he said, bringing frustration to the boy's face once again.

With the young cock fully erect, Steve Miller was sure he was going to be able to insert the cum-through penis plug he'd had made in boy size for the occasion. He took Matthew's cock with his left hand and pushed some of his special lube inside the boy's pee hole. The young cock twitched and Steve Miller smiled. Then, he started inserting the plug in the boy's urethra, making sure he went as slowly as possible so he could plug all eleven centimeters[4.4"] of it.

Matthew felt the funniest of feelings as Mr. Miller plugged his pee hole. He'd never heard of such items to prevent a boy from wetting the bed, but Mr. Miller had been very caring all day long and he did not want to anger him by struggling. As the plug pushed its way in, however, Matthew found that he felt a new and different sort of pleasure. When the whole plug had gone in, Steve Miller secured the metal ring around the young cock-head and tightened it up so the pressure would keep the boy's cock hard enough for the plug to remain inside all night long.

"There you go!" Mr. Miller said, "Now, let's get you ready for bed."

Steve Miller then put on the boy's night briefs, once again like a tight speedo with the special fabric inside the front. Now that the boy's cock-head had been sufficiently tenderized and squeezed in the plug ring, he was going to have an all-night hard-on, which was exactly what Miller wanted. When done, Steve Miller asked Matthew to raise his arms so he could put the upper part of his pajamas, which was basically a tight tank top made from the same rough fiber as the front of Matthew's underwear, so as to tenderize the boy's nipples and add to the ongoing stimulation.

"Okay, Matthew," Mr. Miller said, "Let's get you into bed."

"Yes, Mr. Miller."

Mr. Miller pulled the bedspread aside and then picked up Matthew and put him into bed himself. Matthew felt weird with the thing plugged inside his boy-hole, as Mr. Miller had called it. He also felt weird at the plug in his weenie. He kept trying to make himself comfortable inside the underwear which caused his weenie to stiffen more even if he didn't want it to. But he never complained because he was an obedient boy who wanted to make his new daddy proud. Steve Miller smiled as he noticed the bulge of Matthew's hard on under his ever-edging tight underwear and the ribbed butt plug. He then replaced the covers over the boy leaving his arms and head free. He sat down on the bed next to his soon to be adopted son.

"So," Mr. Miller said, "How did you like your first day in my household, Matthew?"

"I really enjoyed it, Mister Miller," Matthew said.

Matthew had truly enjoyed feeling cared for after having grown up in the cold impersonal State Orphanage all his life. Even if Mr. Miller had some strange ideas about discipline and hygiene, Matthew was sure his life was now going to be so much better having a new father to look after him.

"I'm glad you did, Matthew," Mr. Miller said, "You sure made me happy today, you being so obedient and everything. I knew I had chosen right."

"Thank you, Mister Miller," Matthew said blushing.

"Have a good night, Matthew."

"Mister Miller?"

"Yes, Matthew?"

"I … uh … It's something silly, really …" the boy stammered.

"You won't know if it's silly if you don't say it, Matthew. Go ahead."

"Could you, I don't know, could you kiss me good night?"

Steve Miller smiled genuinely at the boy's request.

"Told you it was silly. I'm sorry Mister Miller, I'll never ask again, I promise," Matthew said feeling a bit apprehensive that he might have screwed up.

For an answer, Steve Miller leaned over the bed and gently placed his lips over Matthew's. Matthew had never been kissed good night let alone on the lips and felt a warm glow inside him.

"There, good night, my boy."

"Thank you, Mr. Miller. Good night."

Steve Miller stood up and started walking towards the bathroom door that connected both bedrooms. He turned towards the boy as his hand found the light switch and smiled a bit more as he noticed Matthew's wiggling his middle under the bed clothes, most likely with a raging hard-on.

Chapter 3
Mister Miller likes his way

Morning came in the Miller's household and Steve Miller woke up. It was 10 in the morning, but he was in no rush. He walked into Matthew's room through the shared bathroom and found the boy sound asleep. He sat on the bed and slightly squeezed on Matthew's young cock, only to find it was still stiff as intended. He then leaned over the boy and kissed him on the lips. When the boy did not react, Steve Miller kissed him a second time.

Matthew's eyes fluttered open as he felt Mr. Miller's lips over his own.

"Good morning, Matthew," he said, "How did you sleep?"

"Super fine, Mister Miller," Matthew said all smiles, "the bed is awesome!"

"Good. Now, let's get you ready for your bath before breakfast."

Matthew nodded. Steve Miller moved the duvet aside and asked Matthew to stand up. He started undressing the boy starting with his tank top. The cute pink knobs that were the boy's nipples were red and slightly swollen, just as the man wanted them to be. He then pulled the boy's pajamas down. Finally, he removed the boy's trunk releasing the pressure on Matthew's young cock. Thanks to the plug ring, his foreskin had remained retracted, so the boy's cock-head was raw red. And thanks to the pressure of the same item, the cock was beautifully purple.

Without any warning, Steve Miller unfastened the ring around Matthew's cock, causing it to throb. He then started pulling the urethral plug out little by little. Matthew gasped as Mr. Miller removed the plug from his pee hole and felt a fast urge to pee, but his new foster dad was taking his time removing the plug, causing his weenie to experience those funny and wonderful feelings again. When he was done, Mr. Miller asked Matthew to turn around so he could remove the 'tampon' from his boy-hole. Matthew felt really strange as the object was removed, he felt sort of empty after having been plugged all night.

"Do you want to pee, Matthew?" Mr. Miller asked.

"I do, Mister Miller."

"Go ahead," the man replied.

Matthew started towards the bathroom and Mr. Miller followed. Matthew stood before the toilet and turned towards his new dad.

"Mr. Miller?" he asked.

"Yes, Matthew?"

"Can you show me again how to move the skin to pee and how to wipe?" he asked blushing.

Steve Miller smiled knowing the boy was dying to be touched again and being given those wonderful pleasurable feelings.

"Of course, Matthew," he said and knelt before his new son.

He carefully brought the boy's foreskin back letting the lovely red cock-head out. He made sure to slightly squeeze the cock-head to stimulate Matthew.

"Now, pee," he commanded.

Matthew let go and his golden flow started flowing, giving him a funny feeling in his slightly irritated pee canal. When Matthew was done, Steve Miller shook the young cock to let the last of the boy's pee out and then went to get the 'baby wipe' and then passed it all over the boy's raw cock-head. He imagined the burning sensation of the wipe must have been unbearable now that the cock-head was so tenderized, but Steve Miller felt very pleased that young Matthew didn't complain at all.

"Do you want to poo before your bath?" Asked Mr. Miller.

"I … I do, Mister Miller," the boy replied.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone to do it. When you're done, wipe your boy-hole with a baby wipe. I don't have toilet paper in my household."

"Yes Mister Miller."

Steve Miller walked away and left young Matthew to take a dump. He went to his room, where the closed circuit showed the bathroom and the boy. Steve Miller noticed the boy had started rubbing his cock-head while he pooed. That made him smile, young Matthew had learned how to make himself feel good, but Steve was not going to let his new son climax, no sir! The boy's orgasms belonged to him and only to him. When he noticed little Matthew was squirming a bit too much, he knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, son?" he asked.

Matthew stopped touching himself in shock and started wiping his ass with the after shave wipe.

"I'm done, Mister Miller!" he shouted.

Steve Miller came inside the bathroom and smiled.

"Well, let's get our bath ready."

"Yes, Mister Miller," Matthew replied.

Steve Miller prepared the bubble bath and then asked young Matthew to jump inside the tub.

"Since there isn't much hot water today," Steve Miller said, "We are bathing together. I hope that's okay with you, son."

Matthew nodded. Mister Miller had called him son for the second time today! Steve Miller got naked, making sure Matthew could take a good look at everything he had to show. When he was ready, he sat down inside the tub and asked little Matthew to sit between his legs. He started shampooing the boy's hair, but he wasn't planning on spending that much time on the boy's head, so he rinsed it rather quickly and then went ahead with business. He started with soaping Matthew's chest and tummy, and took his time soaping the boy's raw nipples, rubbing them and his areolae in circles. The boy squirmed a little and Steve Miller realized it was because his tender nipples were raw, and he was so happy obedient Matthew didn't complain. His hands then went south, and he started working on Matthew's lovely cock and balls. Lovely little Matthew only sighed as his foster dad masturbated him with the excuse of getting him completely clean.

"Are you okay, Matthew?" Steve Miller asked when the boy started gasping a bit too much, to make the boy uncomfortable.

"Yes, da … I'm sorry! Yes Mister Miller!"

"Were you gonna call me daddy?" Steve Miller asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he apologized, "I didn't mean to be disrespectful! Please, don't send me back to the State Orphanage!"

"Son," Steve Miller said, "I won't send you anywhere. You are my son now, and it is perfectly fine if you wanna call me daddy, okay?"

"Really?" Matthew asked, his face glowing.

"Yes, son. Now, please stand up and bend down so I can wash the insides of your boy-hole."

"Yes, daddy!" Matthew said as happy as he'd ever been.

Matthew bent down and Miller started finger fucking the boy. He liked the tightness of his sweet young ass, he really wanted to fuck him. But he was taking his time, after all, he had Matthew for the rest of their lives. Like the previous day, Miller added a second finger to his maneuver, witnessing the boy's natural affinity for being anally stimulated. When he felt the boy's prostate contract, Steve Miller removed his finger from Matthew's ass, leaving him once again close to orgasm. Matthew felt so frustrated that his new dad had stopped before he could feel those funny lovely things he had the day before, but he did not voice his frustration.

"Maybe you should show me you're learning how to wash yourself properly, son," Steve Miller said.

"Do you want me to wash myself, daddy?" Matthew asked.

"No, you're already clean. Tell you what, wash me."

With that, Steve Miller stood up, his hard cock showing its full 22 cm of thick man meat.

"Go on, Matthew," Mister Miler said, "We don't have all day!"

Steve Miller went delirious the minute Matthew's young hands peeled his foreskin back and started soaping the cock-head non-stop, pretty much the way daddy had shown him. Miller had almost forgotten how wonderful it was to have an eleven year old fondle his cock and let himself get lost in the wonderful sensations Matthew was providing.

"Rinse it," he told Matthew, feeling himself getting close to orgasm.

Matthew took the hand shower and started rinsing his daddy's cock-head.

"Not like that, Matthew," he said, "hold the hand shower with one hand, and with the other rub the soap off, as I do with your glans."

The feeling of Matthew's hand was bringing him close to orgasm, so he asked the boy to stop. He did not want to cum just yet. Nearly all of Saturday stretched ahead of him and he had great plans for both himself and his foster son.

"Turn off the shower now, son," he said.

Young Matthew turned around to turn the shower off as he'd been instructed, and Steve Miller took advantage of it, to put some soap under his fraenulum.

"Matthew, you fool!" he shouted.

"Daddy?" he cried scared.

"There's soap on my glans!" he said, "Soap can also give me an infection! Is that what you want Matthew? To give daddy an infection in his penis?"

"I'm so … sorry, daddy, I …" he said thinking he had now screwed up big time, "I'll rinse you again!"

"No you won't!" Steve Miller said, "You know I am very picky with hygiene and you just fucked up. And now, I'm gonna have to punish you!"

"Daddy …"

"Shut the fuck up!" Steve Miller said, hoping to scare Matthew more, which he achieved, "Because you were only being sloppy rather than wanting to hurt me, now you're gonna take the soap off with your tongue!"

"Daddy? What …?" Matthew asked in confusion.

"On your knees! Now!" Mister Miller shouted again.

Matthew didn't know what to do, but he sure knew he'd made his new daddy angry and feared that he might be returned to the state orphanage. He sank down to his knees and looked at daddy's huge cock-head in front of his face. Slightly disgusted, he lapped at the soap on his daddy's head, wondering how he could have missed it.

"Move your tongue around," Steve Miller instructed in a more gentle tone, "so that you get rid of all the soap this time."

Matthew did his best to comply with daddy's instructions and kept on lapping at the gigantic cock-head, which started oozing pre-cum as he lapped. He tried to remove it with the soap, but the more he lapped, the more of it came out and so the more Matthew had to lap it up.

Steve Miller felt dangerously close to orgasm and wondered if he should have Matthew blow him and swallow his load, but he then decided it was too soon to have the boy take a cumload and ordered the boy to stop right as he felt his balls contract.

"That was good, son," he said gently cupping Matthew's face in his hands, "You did very well making daddy happy again."

"I'm sorry I made you mad, daddy," Matthew said shyly as tears welled up in his eyes.

"It's okay, son," Miller said, "After all, you're just learning. But you must understand that discipline and hygiene are paramount in my home."

"Yes, daddy," Matthew sobbed.

"Now, don't cry," Steve Miller commanded, "let me show you how much daddy loves you."

Lifting the boy off his knees Steve Miller gave Matthew a long kiss on the lips and then he started french kissing the boy. As he did so, his hand went down and after peeling Matthew's foreskin back, he started rubbing the boy's raw cock-head. Matthew felt those glorious wonderful feelings as Mister … Daddy rubbed on his young pecker. He rubbed and rubbed and rubbed until Matthew started feeling that wonderful warmth around his crotch. And then daddy stopped. And Matthew whimpered in frustration.

"Come on, son," Daddy said, "We have a long day ahead of us."

"We do?" asked Matthew smiling and pouting at the same time, sorry once again he hadn't got those feelings but happy at his 'daddy' saying us.

"We do!" Daddy said, "Saturday is movie day, so I'm taking you to the movie theater. Come on, let's get you dressed."

Steve Miller took naive Matthew's hand and guided him to the boy's bedroom. Once there, he took the special tank top and asked Matthew to put his arms up so he could put it on. The man was thinking about what excuse to come up with to plug the boy's butt before going out, when, as he slid the tank top down to the boy's chest, little Matthew farted.

"Did you just fart, Matthew?" Daddy asked with a serious tone.

"I'm sorry, daddy!" the boy said quickly.

"Sorry's just not enough, Matthew. If you wanted to fart you should've asked for permission to go to the bathroom. Now, I'm gonna have to ground you."

"No, Daddy, please!" Matthew said at the prospect of not going to the movies with his new dad, "Please, I'll be good, Daddy!"

"Sorry, Matthew, I can't take you out if you're gonna be farting in public. You know I want my son to be disciplined and obedient."

"I'll be good, Daddy, please don't ground me!"

"We can't take you out to embarrass me in public with your passing gases, son," he said, and then smiled as if he'd just had an idea, "unless …"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Unless you wear a tampon like the one I have for you to wear at night. That way you won't be able to fart in public. What do you say?"

Matthew nodded hard and smiled. Daddy was weird, but he was willing to wear his tampon so he could be taken to the movie theater.

"Okay, then," Daddy told him, "Bend over and touch your toes so I can put your tampon in. I'll need to be stretching your hole a bit first, so the tampon won't hurt."

"Okay, Daddy," Matthew said.

Steve Miller lubed one of his fingers and pushed it inside Matthew's lovely love hole. He pushed in and out and then added a second finger. Matthew just moaned as his Daddy stretched him, oblivious to the fact that his foster father was once again rubbing his prostate and stimulating it to orgasm.

"I think you're wide enough," Daddy said.

Matthew hated it when Daddy stopped just as the warmth starting running down his crotch. What were those feelings he experienced as Daddy touched him?

"Matthew, you naughty boy!" Daddy said.

"Daddy?" he asked confused.

"You penis is hard. Are you enjoying being touched in the ass?" Daddy asked feigning anger, "that is most definitely inappropriate!"

"No, Daddy!" he lied unable to explain himself, "I don't know what …"

"I think you need a punishment, Matthew. Wait here."

Matthew looked apprehensively as Daddy left the room.

I think I screwed up big time now! he thought, Daddy's angry at me now! But, why would he be angry if he makes me feel those funny things? Maybe I'm not supposed to feel them and I'm just a freak?

"Something on your mind, son?" Daddy asked coming back into the room.

"No, Daddy," Matthew replied shyly.

"Come over here," Daddy said, "This, is a very special tampon. You wanna know why it is special?"

"Why Daddy?"

"This part will go into your boy-hole," Daddy explained showing the thing. It looked like one of those flame shaped bulbs used in fake candelabra, but it was connected to a metal ring with a sort of plastic armor, shaped like a penis, "And this ring will go around your penis and testicles," Steve Miller let the information sink in before he continued to explain, "The plastic structure will then prevent your naughty penis from becoming hard. That way, we're gonna make sure first, that you don't fart, and second, that your penis will remain in its normal state, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy," Matthew replied warily.

Steve Miller knelt before young Matthew and secured the ring around the young cock and balls, and then he placed the plastic armor around the boy's cock.

"This opening here," Daddy told him touching his little cock-head through the opening in the armor, "Is here in case you want to pee …"

Steve Miller made sure to touch the boy's pee slit more than needed, so he could show Matthew how he wouldn't be able to get his cock hard, no matter how much he tried.

"Now, if you really do want to pee," Daddy added, "you'll have to ask my permission, because this particular penis training for naughty boys, has this."

He showed Matthew a metal slightly curved rod, possibly a good 5 cm [2"] long and lubing it, he pushed it inside Matthew's little peehole.

Daddy is seriously cross with me! Matthew thought, Good thing he's kind enough not to ground me and he's so good he's even helping me with my problem. I'm so glad he's adopting me!

Once done, he ordered Matthew to bend down again and pushed the plug in, in one single thrust and secured the other end to the boy's chastity device.

"There we are, all set!" said Mister Miller, giving the boy a hard slap on his right cheek.

He then finished dressing the boy in his tight speedo like trunks and then finished with a pair of loose pants and a loose T-shirt over his special tank top. He also made sure to have the remote to Matthew's butt-plug in his pocket, it was time for Matthew to experience having his ass stimulated at all times before Steve Miller moved from vibrators to ass zappers. He loved screwing around with Matthew's body, and it was even better since the boy was so naive.

Chapter 4
Daddy and his golden flow

A full week had passed since Matthew had come to live with Mister Miller. So far, he had gotten used to wearing his tampons and his not-pee weenie plug. He had also shown his daddy several times how good he was becoming at cleaning himself, many times demonstrating on his daddy's weenie and hole. A couple of times he had screwed up on rinsing daddy's weenie head, and so daddy had punished him with lapping up the soap, but Matthew didn't really mind, since daddy's weenie always smelled nice. He still had trouble though, lapping up all the transparent ooze that came out of daddy's pee slit, there was just so much but it helped cover up the taste of the soap so he tried his best to clean daddy.

Matthew was happier than he'd ever been before in his life.

However every day since that first one,, he had really wanted for daddy to make him feel that lovely explosion in his groin, the one that happened when daddy showed him how to bathe, but it had never happened again. Most days daddy had Matthew wear his tampon but he didn't find it uncomfortable. Today, however, being movie day, Daddy had put in a much bigger tampon and his hole felt very stretched. Matthew, however, had not complained, daddy liked his son to be obedient and brave, and Matthew wanted to make daddy proud.

They were now at the movie theater and Matthew was having a great time eating his popcorn with his dad's arm round his shoulders as they watched 'Gremlins'. He was thankful his new dad had forgotten about his constant screw ups and was kind to him. He felt uncomfortable, however, that his dick was encased in that funny plastic armor his daddy now forced him to wear so as not to get his naughty boy penis hard every time they went out. Right after leaving the house, his new daddy had taken him to the mall where they had breakfast, and then took him to the arcade where he let him play for a good two hours. Right at the mall they had run into Mister Rosenbaum, the State Orphanage Representative for legal affairs. The man asked Matthew a couple of things about how he was getting on with Mister Miller and in answer he'd hugged his new dad.

My new daddy's so cool even if he's got weird ideas, Matthew thought as they watched the movie, and I'm so happy he's helping me deal with my body problems, like my farting and my naughty boy-stick.

Steve Miller had made sure to buy Matthew a jumbo soda, so that the boy's bladder would be full, because the man was not planning on let the boy pee until they got home. He was so going to enjoy fucking Matthew's tiny pee slit with the urethral sound he'd inserted in the boy's lovely cock like every other day when they went out. The movie showed the main character's friend screwing up big time, spilling water over lovely Gizmo, and Miller knew it was time for part two. He placed his right hand inside the pocket of his jacket and turned the remote on.

Matthew felt the weirdest of feelings as the tampon in his boy-hole started vibrating, but he had been getting a bit used to it by now after a week. The previous Saturday he had felt annoyed and daddy had told him tampons sometimes went berserk and did that. To illustrate the point, Daddy had shown Matthew his own tampon and how it sometimes vibrated too. Matthew had been surprised to know his daddy also wore a tampon, but then again it was part of his discipline routine, as he had explained to the boy. This time, however, the tampon did something crazy, it released a shock of electricity inside his boy-hole and Matthew gasped.

Is it supposed to do that? Matthew asked himself, Maybe I should ask daddy. No. what if I've fucked it up and that's why it's doing that? So thinking he might've done something to activate the thing, Matthew remained silent, or as much as he could, as the ribbed plug vibrated inside him and zapped his ass at times. He was oblivious to the fact that the plug had been devised to stimulate his prostate through his rectal wall. A good five minutes later, Steve Miller hugged his son and stopped the vibration mode to now keep the plug in zapping mode only. He ran his thumb on the control's buttons, and pushed the zapping button to twenty second intervals. Matthew jumped a bit as he felt another electric discharge inside his butt.

Now, I've done it! he thought as he felt a new discharge, I've seriously fucked the tampon!

"Are you alright, son?" Daddy asked him.

"I … I am, Daddy," he gasped.

Steve Miller's cock was rock hard and pre-cumming like there was no tomorrow as he looked at young Matthew squirming in his seat. He was controlling how high and how often a discharge his son's ass was zapped with and imagined how much the boy would be pre-cumming now. He turned to notice how Matthew had finished his jumbo soda and was glad when the lights came on for people to go buy stuff for ten minutes before the movie resumed.

"Come on, son," Daddy told him, "Let's go get more soda."

Steve Miller laughed to himself as Matthew stood from his seat and tried walking with his ass being zapped. He was fucking hard seeing Matthew struggling as his father madly abused him without even touching him. Ten minutes later they were back inside watching the movie. Steve Miller hugged his son once again as he turned the zapper to its maximum setting. He felt how his pre-cum had pooled inside his own underwear imagining what Matthew was going through being zapped in the ass and unable to get his young cock to an erection. He made sure to have Matthew drink a lot more soda as the movie carried on.

Young Matthew couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore, the electricity inside his ass was driving him nuts and he was having those weird pleasurable feelings again. He just wanted the movie to be over so they could go home and his daddy would remove that thing from his ass. When the movie was finally over, and with the zapping butt-plug set on max, Steve Miller took his son by the hand and walked towards the parking lot. As he started the engine, he pushed one more button and a high amperage shock was sent to his boy's ass before turning off. Matthew couldn't help it as his bladder pushed its contents out with such force that the pee leaked past the plug in his urethra.

Steve Miller turned to see how the urine stain on Matthew's lose pants grew larger and smiled to himself. He didn't say anything on the road home and waited until Matthew jumped from his seat the moment he stopped the car.

"What you've just done, Matthew, is totally unacceptable," he said once they were inside the house pointing at the huge stain on Matthew's pants.

Matthew started whimpering and apologizing unable to explain what had happened. He couldn't tell his daddy he'd fucked up the tampon and it had gone berserk shocking his little boy-hole.

"Get naked now!" Daddy ordered him.

Still crying, Matthew took all of his clothes off and folded everything next to his bed, except for the wet pants. Daddy knelt before him and removed the plastic armor around his penis. Matthew couldn't help it, his penis went rigid immediately. Steve Miller couldn't have been more pleased, because going stiff, the curved sound would be harder to remove, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Let's unplug your penis," Daddy said and started pulling it out.

Matthew nodded, still fearful of what his punishment would be.

"It's stuck!" Daddy said pushing it back in, "Let's see if we can take it out. I'll give it one more try."

Pretending to be trying to remove the penis plug, Steve Miller started fucking Matthew's peehole with the curved sound in and out, in and out.

"I just … can't get the fucking thing out …" he lied pushing the thing in and out.

Matthew was going insane with pleasure as his pecker was fucked over and over by his foster father. These sensations were going to make his daddy mad, but he just couldn't help feeling that lovely warmth in his crotch. Noticing that Matthew might be getting close to orgasm, Steve Miller finally pulled the plug leaving the kid on the brink of orgasm once again. He then removed the butt-plug and released the boy's cock from the ring. He placed Matthew face down over his lap.

"Now, for peeing in your pants, a good smacking is in order," Daddy said and Matthew started whimpering.

Steve Miller adjusted Matthew on his lap and holding the boy face down raised his right leg a little forcing Mathew's legs apart. Little Matthew was whimpering already, but daddy didn't seem to care as he started, "A boy …" he said smacking the boy's butt with all his might, "… never …" smack!, "… ever …" smack!, "… wets …" smack!, "… his …" smack!, "… pants!" smack!, "Are …" smack!, "… we …" smack!, "… clear?" smack!

"Yes, daddy," Matthew wept. He felt like his ass was on fire, but he knew he'd earned the smacking for peeing his pants as they came back from the movie theater.

"I …" smack!, "… am …" smack!, "… not …" smack!, "… hearing …" smack!, "… an …" smack!, "… apology!" smack!

"I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" little Matthew cried desperately, with tears running down his face as his father kept on smacking his ass, "I didn't mean to! It was an accident!"

"Shut up, Matthew!" Daddy shouted as he stood the boy up.

Steve Miller's cock was rock hard and the man made a point of letting little Matthew notice it. Matthew looked at his new dad, very much afraid. Mister Miller looked as angry as he ever had before and Matthew was terrified of what might come next.

"Get in the tub and wait for me," was all Daddy said.

"Yes, daddy," Matthew replied still sobbing.

Three minutes later, Steve Miller joined his son in the tub completely naked.

"Kneel!" the man said and Matthew obeyed.

He slapped Matthew across the face.

"For inappropriate behavior, namely wetting your pants, there's only one punishment that fits. Open your mouth."

Matthew did as instructed and his Daddy let a golden stream fall into his mouth.

"You'd better swallow, Matthew," Daddy said stopping the flow, "unless you want to lick my urine from the tub. And cold it's a lot worse, I can promise you that!"

Matthew didn't have to be told twice and wanting to make his daddy happy again, he approached Daddy's cock and engulfed the cock-head in his eleven year old mouth.

"What are you doing?" Miller asked genuinely curious.

The boy released his daddy's cock-head only to shyly say, "This way I won't spill any, Daddy."

"Good boy," Miller said, "Go on!"

Matthew took daddy's cock-head back into his young mouth and Steve Miller let go of his sphincter. He started peeing inside his boy's mouth, making a point of going as slow as possible, to allow Matthew to taste the flavor of his adult piss. He had taken so much soda he knew he'd be peeing for a while. Matthew did amaze him as the boy swallowed with uncanny speed not wanting to make his new dad angry again. When he was done, he ordered Matthew to bathe himself.

"Daddy?" he said.

"Yes, Matthew?"

"Aren't you gonna bathe me?"

"No. You're being punished. Do it yourself. And you better hurry up, I want you ready for bed in five minutes."

Matthew felt sad Daddy was mad at him and he was also sad Daddy was not gonna make him feel those good things he felt went he washed his boy penis and inside his boy-hole . Sobbing he turned on the taps and started to wash himself. Five minutes later, he was back in his room, dried and naked. Mister Miller then began his night ritual with Matthew, plugging first his ass, this time with a rubber ribbed prostate massager which was attached to a loop to go around Matthew's cock and balls. This plug was twice the size of the boy's regular 'tampon', but Matthew did not complain. Once in place, he started masturbating Matthew to bring his young cock to an erection so he could fit the 11 cm [4.4"] 'sleeping' sound in. Once again, he stopped just as Matthew was on the verge of orgasm, frustrating the boy again. When ready, he placed the cock-head loop around Matthew's cock-head and tightened it so his foreskin would remain retracted and pulled up the boy's special trunks and tank top.

"You're ready for bed now," Daddy told him and covered him with the duvet.

Matthew started whimpering.

"Matt?" Daddy asked him.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry!" Matthew said now openly crying, "I'm sorry I screwed up and I'm sorry I made you mad!"

"Son," Steve Miller said, "You don't seem to understand how important discipline is for me. It's something I learned from my dad and something I seriously value."

"But I don't want you to be mad at me!" Matthew said now sobbing.

Steve Miller sat next to his son and asked him to sit up. When Matthew was sitting up, Steve Miller hugged him and kissed him on the lips.

"You wanna make daddy happy again?" he asked.

Through tears, Matthew nodded.

"Okay, I'm gonna give you one more chance to make things even but it is your last chance. You must do exactly what I say with no hesitation or argument."

Matthew nodded again. Steve Miller leaned down and started French-kissing his foster son. As he did so, his right hand landed on the boy's trunks and started squeezing at the lovely painfully erect rod. Matthew moaned in his daddy's mouth as his cock was manipulated but did nothing to stop his daddy. There was nothing in this world Steve Miller loved more than abusing a boy's lovely young nuts. So, his hand moved south and he started squeezing the boy's balls, first slightly and moving up in intensity.

He then ordered Matthew to remove his trunks and come back to his position. The boy complied instantly and came back to Daddy's arms. Mister Miller went back to French-kissing Matthew and started his squeezing routine on the boy's balls. He made sure to get the boy tighter in his grip as he started slapping the still small orbs. Matthew felt a sharp stinging pain as Daddy slapped his balls, but he knew better than to complain, so he took it like a man. Daddy then stood up and got naked. He ordered Matthew to sit on the side o the bed with his legs hanging down and approached the boy. He placed his throbbing cock-head before the boy's mouth.

"That transparent slime you see on my pee slit," Steve Miller said, "That's daddy's love slime."

Matthew nodded as if he understood.

"Daddy's love slime comes out when daddy's happy with his son," Miller continued.

"Is that why it comes out when I clean your head with my tongue, daddy?" Matthew asked shyly looking at daddy with puppy eyes.

"Yes, son," Steve Miller said, "Because daddy feels really happy when his beloved son licks his cock-head with his sweet obedient tongue."

"I see," Matthew said as if understanding, the sexual implications of the act still not registering in his eleven year old mind.

"So, Matt," Daddy said, "Daddy wants you to show him how sorry you are by licking up his love slime with your tongue."

Matthew showed his tongue and started lapping at the weird transparent liquid oozing from his daddy's cock.

"I'm sorry, daddy …" he said whimpering.

"Show me how sorry you really are, son," Steve Miller said, "Open wide and take my glans in your mouth, like you did when you were drinking my piss."

Matthew really wanted to make Daddy happy again, so he complied without a fuss, taking Miller's big knob-shaped purple glans in his mouth.

"Suck on it now," Steve Miller said, "Suck it like you would a lollipop, son."

Matthew started sucking on his daddy's glans, feeling how daddy's love slime kept flowing inside his mouth. Daddy's love slime had a funny flavor, slightly salty, but not bad at all.

"Good boy," daddy said, "Now suck it harder! Suck it like you mean it! Suck it like you're really sorry for screwing up today!"

Matthew started sucking harder at his new daddy's cock. Daddy had some strange ways of punishing him, but Matthew was so naive, it never occurred to him that his new dad was such a pervert that he had managed to get his eleven year old foster son to blow him.

"Harder!" Miller said, feeling his balls contract.

Matthew sucked with all his might and felt his daddy's cock throb in his mouth. Then something happened. Daddy's cock expelled something thick and gooey inside his mouth and Matthew tried to back off, but daddy pulled him against his cock. Steve Miller's cock shot rope after rope of his thick man cum in Matthew's young mouth. He had been building up all day long and Matthew had a big load to swallow down.

"Swallow, Mathew," he said, but he wasn't shouting anymore, "That's your prize for sucking daddy. Swallow it all, son!"

As Matthew did his best to swallow his daddy's thick goo, he noticed how daddy was now tenderly caressing his still damp hair, so he realized he wasn't mad anymore. When Steve Miller was done cumming, he knelt before Matthew and looked him in the eye.

"Good boy," he said and kissed his son.

"What was that goo, daddy?" Matthew asked genuinely curious, "That was not your love slime."

"No, Matthew," Steve Miller said, "That was not my love slime. That was daddy's happy milk."

"What is happy milk daddy?"

"It is a special milk that comes out of men's penises when they make babies. I do not have a wife, so it is your duty as my son to drink my happy milk, because it only comes out when a man is really happy. And you did make me very very happy tonight Matthew despite what you did earlier."

"I did?"

"You did, son," Steve Miller said, "It makes me happy when you are obedient and do as I say. You knew you had been bad but you took your punishments like a man and then drank all my happy milk."

"Is that … is happy milk …?" Matthew asked, "is that what came out of my weenie when you washed me the first time?"

"It is, Matthew," Miller said glad that his submissive son remembered, "It came out that day because it made you really happy that I showed you how to bathe."

"Can my penis make happy milk again, daddy?" Matthew asked blushing.

"Yes, son, but not today. It's late and you have to go to bed," Miller said amused at Matthew's look of frustration, "However, you need to know that daddy isn't angry anymore. Go on, put on your trunks, it's bed time."

His frustration still showing on his face, Matthew put his trunks back on and jumped on the bed. Steve Miller laughed to himself at seeing how Matthew wanted so desperately to be taken to orgasm.

Not tonight, Steve Miller thought, Maybe tomorrow if I am in a very good mood and he does nothing wrong I might feel like letting him relieve himself.

"Time for your pills," Daddy told him and handed him two pills, a red one and a blue one.

"What are these for, daddy?" he asked.

"Supplements," Miller lied, "You are after all growing, and I want you to be a healthy boy."

The red pill was a sexual stimulant, like the one he'd given Matthew the night before, but three times as potent. The blue one was a sleeping pill, He didn't want young Matthew jacking off during the night. When the boy was done, Steve Miller bent down to Matthew and kissed him good night.

"Are you still mad at me, daddy?" Matthew asked.

"No, baby," Daddy said walking towards the switch to turn the lights off, "You did very well drinking daddy's happy milk. I couldn't be angry at you even if I wanted to. I'm so proud of you that I'm gonna give you my special good night kisses."

"You are?" Matthew asked, his face glowing.

Daddy nodded and returned to Matthew's bed and removed his duvet. He leaned over Matthew and French kissed him. Then he went south and kissed Matthew's left nipple sucking slightly on it. After that, he repeated the operation on the boy's right nipple. Matthew sighed at the stimulating sensations. Daddy went further down and kissed little Matthew's hard cock-head, sucking a bit on it and driving the boy insane. Finally, he swallowed Matthew's lovely nuts and sucked on them.

"There you go," Steve Miller said, "Did you like my special good night kiss?"

"I loved it, daddy," Matthew said in between gasps.

"I'm glad, now, go to sleep."

Matthew smiled as daddy finally turned the light off.

"I love you, daddy!" he said.

"I love you too, son," Steve Miller replied.

Matthew smiled as his daddy closed the door, leaving him for the night. Matthew had never been happier, he loved this house and he loved his daddy very much.

Chapter 5
Matthew's 'Happy milk'

It was morning in the Miller household, when Steve Miller entered Matthew's bedroom. The boy was still placidly sleeping and the new foster father sat next to him. Like every morning, he placed his hand over Matthew's bulge to make sure the boy was hard, which he was. He moved the covers slightly aside and got into bed with Matthew, who mumbled something unintelligible. Steve Miler snuggled against his boy and placed his hand on Matthew's bulge once again. Since the boy was deep asleep, Steve Miller found himself stimulating little Matthew's cock-head more than he intended, and the tender thing rewarded him with a nice droplet of pre-cum, which he raised to his mouth and licked. He then hugged Matthew a bit tighter and kissed his lips ever so tenderly.

Matthew opened his eyes and looked at the man staring down at him, feeling daddy's hand on his weenie. He, however, said nothing. Maybe daddy would let him make his boy happy milk today.

"Morning, daddy," he said still sleepy.

"Morning my sweet boy," he said, "It's time to wake up, sleepyhead!"

"Uh huh," Matthew said rubbing his eyes.

Like every morning, Steve Miller began their morning ritual by undressing his beautiful boy, double checking that his nipples and cock were raw and swollen, the way he liked them to be. He then proceeded to remove Matthew's cockring and urethral plug, causing young Matthew to gasp. Finally, Mister Miller removed the butt-plug from his boy's ass. It was so red and cute Steve Miller wanted to take the boy there and then, but once again he told himself there was plenty of time for that and it wasn't something to rush. There could only be one 'first time'

"Go and pee, babyboy," Steve Miller said.

"Daddy?" Matthew said with his 'puppy eyes' look, "Can you take me to pee?"

"Matthew," Daddy said, "You realize I can't take you to pee every single morning. What if we're traveling or at someone else's house."

"But we aren't!" Matthew said.

"I know we aren't. But what if we were? And, why do you want me to take you anyway?"

"I …"

"Yes, son?"

"I …"

"Don't be afraid, I won't get mad at you."

"I like it when you take me, Daddy," Matthew said sheepishly.

"Come over here, son," Mister Miller said.

Matthew approached the man feeling a bit scared, thinking he might've made his new Daddy mad, but Daddy just hugged him tight.

"You do love me, don't you, Matt?"

"I know you might think it's ridiculous, Daddy, because I've only been here for a week but I really do love you."

"Want in on a little secret, Matthew?" Miller said and Matthew nodded, "I love you too. Come on, let's take you to pee."

He took the boy to the bathroom and abused his young cock while he helped him pee. Matthew was most definitely a very docile child and Steve knew he'd chosen correctly. Right after the boy's poo, Daddy took him to the tub and showered with him. He bathed Matthew and had Matthew bathe him as well. This time, he took one step further and had Matthew lick his adult asshole, with the excuse of having the boy show him how he could remove the soap from his hole as he did with his cock-head. He told Matthew he still needed practice in that aspect, so he would continue to bathe him.

"Daddy?" Matthew said.

"Yes, Matthew?"

"Can I make my happy milk today?" the boy asked shyly.

"Not now son," Miller said, "We have to go shopping today."

Matthew pouted his lips and Steve Miller couldn't help but feel amused.

"Tell you what," the man said, "Let's do our shopping and see if we have find some time for you to do it later?"

"Okay, daddy," Matthew said feeling slightly disappointed.

Once done with Matthew's bath, Mister Miller dressed young Matthew in his usual house garments and took him down for breakfast. As they were having breakfast, Mister Miller spoke.

"This weekend will be very special, son," he said.

"Why, Daddy?" Matthew asked as he chewed on a waffle.

"Because this weekend your brother Seth is coming to spend some time with us."

Matthew went silent as he finished chewing on his waffle and let the information sink in his young brain. He sipped from his milk and looked at his new daddy.

"My brother Seth?" he asked.

"Yes, Babyboy," Daddy said, "Seth is my older son, one I had when I was younger and inexperienced. He studies abroad and only comes home every now and then."

Matthew suddenly started sobbing as Steve Miller spoke.

"Matt, son, what is it?"

"I don't wanna have a brother! I don't wanna have a brother!" he said throwing a tantrum.

Mister Miller got up from his stool and knelt before Matthew.

"Baby, you're being undisciplined and you know how much I hate indiscipline. Do I have to punish you?"

Matthew shook his head as he sobbed.

"Seth comes a few times a year only and he's a very nice and well behaved and disciplined boy. You, baby, you'll be with me all the time. I'm not sending you to a boarding school and you know I love you even though you've been with me for only a week."

Matthew nodded.

"You're the one son who gets to have all my love and care. Seth doesn't, so I expect you to be nice to him, since he will only be with us for a couple of days, okay?"

Matthew did not say or do anything.

"Matthew?" Daddy asked again.

"Yes, Daddy," he replied with a sigh.

"Yes, Daddy, what?" Steve Miller asked.

"Yes, Daddy, I will be nice to him," he said his eyes still red and watery.

"I also expect you to obey him, since he's your older brother. And you know how important discipline is to me, right babyboy?"

"Yes, Daddy," he said again.

"Come here, my boy!" Daddy said extending his arms.

Matthew jumped into his foster father's arms and Mister Miller took advantage of it to kiss Matthew deeply on the lips. He pushed his tongue in a bit, French kissing young Matthew and the boy reciprocated. Matthew was definitely learning. Steve Miller couldn't wait for Seth to be back home. Seth was a gorgeous looking fourteen year old who was no stranger to Miller's disciplinary style. The boy had been under his total care since his mother died when Seth was barely six years old until his twelfth birthday, when Steve Miller had decided to send him to study abroad. It had been hard for both of them since they loved each other so much, but Miller knew Seth had to get ready for the time when he became a father himself.

The Institute, the French school where Steve had studied himself when he was a boy, was the perfect place for Seth to develop and learn everything a man needed to learn about discipline and caring. At The Institute Miller had learned more about butt plugs, urethral sounds, whipping, caning, spanking, piss drinking and all sorts of boy-loving techniques. Not that he had been a stranger to any of them as his father had started his training long before he went as he had done for Seth. Back in his young days he'd excelled at obedience and he'd received a medal for excelling in blowing the academic staff. His dad had been so proud of him and then had punished him so bad for sucking every one of his teachers and tutors.

They were still holding each other, when dad placed his hand inside Matt's trunks caressing the boy's smooth and lovely bubble butt.

"You know what, son?" Daddy asked.

"What daddy?" Matthew asked not crying anymore.

"We're not going shopping."

"We're not?"

"No, Babyboy," his daddy said, "You're such a nice and obedient boy, I'm gonna help you make your happy milk right now."

"You are?" Matthew asked, excitement all over his face.

"Yes," daddy replied, "Go to your room, get naked and wait for me in bed."

"Yes, daddy!" Matthew replied cheerfully and ran to his bedroom, forgetting all his worries about his new brother's appearance.

Steve Miller felt delightfully amused at seeing how keen his new son was turning out to be in sexual matters. He, of course, was not planning on letting Matthew succeed so easily, he needed the boy to learn that the right to cum had to be earned through punishment. He stood up from his place and went to his own bedroom. Once there, he removed every single piece of clothing and walked towards Matthew's room, naked and sporting a very hard erection. He wanted Matthew to see his daddy's huge love stick.

When he entered the room, Matthew was already naked in bed and Steve Miller smiled. The man approached the bed and sat next to his boy, carrying a tube of lube in one hand and a small leather case in the other, which contained his set of sounds. Steve Miller intended using several of them on his sweet boy, to see how far he could stretch the boy's pee hole in one single session.

"First, let's get rid of your plastic device," Daddy said and removed Matthew's chastity device.

As expected, Matthew's lovely pecker became hard as soon as it was released from its prison.

"Now, let's play a little bit with your boy pee hole, okay?" Steve Miller said and Matthew nodded, happy that he was going to be allowed to make his happy milk.

Steve Miller started by inserting the lube applier in Matthew's peehole and squeezed the tube. Matthew giggled as the liquid went in. Daddy then lubed the sound and, taking Matthew's lovely cock-head between thumb and index finger, placed the sound against the boy's pee entrance. Matthew giggled again.

"Here we go," Daddy said.

Steve Miller pushed the sound slowly inside Matthew's urethra, making sure the boy could feel all the nerve endings being worked. Not that he needed it, since Matthew had been dick-plugged every single night since his arrival in the Miller household and often during the day as well. Once the plug was in, Steve Miller started taking it out and then pushed it back in. As he slowly fucked the boy's pee hole, he started rubbing Matthew's little cock-head in circles. Matthew started moaning as his daddy played with his lovely little weenie and felt the glorious sensations.

"Feels good, son?" Miller asked.

"Uhu," Matthew replied unable to say anything else.

"Let's activate your tampon, then," Miller said and tapped the zapping button on the remote to Matthew's butt-plug.

"Ooooooooohhhhhh," Matthew said as the current hit inside him.

"This naughty little penis likes to be plugged, eh, son?" he asked.

"Yes, daddy, yes!" Matthew said.

"That is a hungry pee hole, eh, Matt?"

"Uhu," Matthew replied again.

"Let's see how hungry it really is," Steve Miller said and took a new sound slightly thicker than the one he was using on his foster son, "We will try a new one this time, son, look at it."

Matthew did as instructed looking at the rod in his daddy's hand and nodded. Steve Miller lubed the sound and removed the one inside the boy's slit slowly. Ever so slowly, he brought the new sound to the boy's pee slit and started pushing in. Matthew felt a slight discomfort but he did not voice it and let daddy do his job. Steve Miller took his sweet time masturbating Matthew's hard pole up and down as he fucked his pee hole with the new and thicker sound. Matthew kept moaning as daddy played with his pee hole.

"That weenie does like the plug, son," Miller said, "Maybe it's time to try a new one."

Matthew could only nod. Steve Miller left the sound inside the boy's dick as he prepared a new one, this one much thicker than the original one. Once he had it ready, he removed the current one slowly, and touched the new one to the boy's pee slit. The cock-head's sweet lips parted to let the new sound inside and Matthew moaned.

"I-it hu-hurts a bit, daddy," he said through gasps.

"Take it as a man, son," Miller said, "You do want to be allowed to make your happy milk, don't you?"

Matthew nodded furiously and Steve Miller told him if he wanted it so badly, he had to take it as a man, which Matthew agreed to. The sound was thick and he could see the slight pain in Matthew's face, but that did not prevent him from continuing with the abuse of the lovely small pubescent cock, his own adult cock now wet in his own juices. Steve Miller kept on fucking the boy's cocklet with the thick sound as he praised the boy for being so brave. Matthew was going insane with pain and pleasure.

"Maybe it's time I played with your boy-hole too, don't you think, son?" Miller asked.

Matthew nodded, too invested now to object to his daddy's abuse. Steve Miller removed the boy's plug and inserted a lubed finger, immediately looking for the boy's prostate. Matthew let a long moan out as he felt his daddy's finger rubbing his sweet spot while he continued to push the penis plug in and out of his still young weenie. Steve Miller then added a second finger to the ass stimulation and continued to fuck the boy's urethra with the sound. In and out, in and out, in and out.

"Feels good?" Miller asked his foster son.

"Yes, daddy," Matthew replied.

"Then let's see how this feels," Daddy said.

And having said so, Miller added a third finger to the boy's hole for the first time ever. Matthew wriggled at the new invasion but did not dare complain. For some reason unknown to him, his boy-hole and his weenie seemed to be on fire and it was just too much for the poor little boy.

"Feels good, son?" Steve Miller asked.

"Yes, daddy," Matthew said.

"Good," Daddy said.

Without stopping the boy's finger fuck, Steve Miller took a new sound from his case and pushed it inside the lube tube, leaving Matthew's little cock unattended for the time being. Matthew didn't seem to mind, since the prostate massage was bringing the boy very close to orgasm. Steve Miller noticed the unequivocal signs of orgasm and removed all three fingers from his boy's ass. He removed the sound from the boy's pee slit and placed the new one to the sweet tender cock lips. This sound was still thicker and as Miller pushed it inside, Matthew's face contorted in obvious pain, his imminent orgasm spoiled.

"Relax, my sweet boy," Steve Miller said, "We're getting close now."

"It really hurts daddy!" Matthew complained

"I know it hurts. We can stop now if you want but then you won't make your happy milk," Steve Miller said enjoying the mind torture of his boy, "Do you want me to stop, son?"

Matthew thought for a moment and then shook his head and bit his lip as daddy pushed the thicker sound further inside his pee hole. To relax his boy a little, Steve Miller pushed his three fingers back in the boy's hole to go back to the prostate massage. Matthew tried to focus on the good feelings in his ass rather than the pain in his weenie and started moaning. Steve Miller pushed the whole of the sound inside as he finger fucked little Matthew. He carried on finger fucking the kid and fucking the boy's urethral canal with the sound, enjoying every single second of his boy's sexual torture. Little by little Matthew's breathing became more elaborate and Miller knew his boy was close now.

"Daddy, daddy!" Matthew said in sexual desperation, "I think I'm gonna make my happy milk now, daddy!"

"Very good, son," daddy said and sped the finger fucking as well as the urethral sounding, "Go on and do it! Let me see your happy milk spurt, Babyboy!"

"Oh, daddy, oooohhh," Mathew said over and over, "Oh, daddy, ooooohhhh!"

Miller kept on fucking the boy's ass and urethral canal and saw Matthew squirm as his orgasm approached. Steve Miller felt his own cock throb in anticipation at the boy's eminent orgasm. He sped up both the finger fucking and dicklet probing still more, if that was even possible, and pulled out the urethral sound just in time for Matthew's little pecker to expel the first jet of his pubescent semi-transparent cum.

"Ooooooooooohhhh, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Mathew said as he started to cum.

Miller did not stop the prostate attack as his boy continued to cum in total and absolute sexual bliss. The poor thing had been edged so badly and not allowed to cum, that his orgasm seemed to last forever. When Matthew's orgasm finally subsided, Steve Miller ordered the boy to get on his knees so he could make his happy milk as well. Matthew obediently knelt before his daddy.

"Go on, Matthew," daddy said, "make daddy happy so he can feed you his happy milk for being such a good boy and taking it like a man!"

Matthew felt ever so happy but tired as he sucked on his daddy's thick hard and oozing cock-head. He loved the way daddy caressed his hair as he was attached to his daddy's weenie. Matthew had never imagined he'd be doing this sort of thing and felt ever so happy to have been adopted by Steve Miller. He even wondered how he had been able to go all his life without a father, for he was sure every boy in the world must be happy drinking his daddy's happy milk. Little did Matthew know that what transpired in the Miller household was not the rule for every father-son relationship. Matthew in fact knew nothing of father-son relationships and was ignorant of the fact that his daddy was sexually abusing him in every way possible. However, Matthew, in his ignorance, was the happiest boy in the world bonding with his daddy in such an intimate way.

"Oh, Matthew!" daddy said, "Here it comes, baby, here comes daddy's happy milk!"

Matthew sucked at daddy's cock-head with even more enthusiasm knowing daddy was very close to giving him his happy milk. A few more sucks and daddy's weenie started throbbing in his mouth, spitting the first volley of happy milk, which Matthew swallowed like a pro. He kept on swallowing as daddy's weenie continued to produce happy milk. Daddy kept on caressing Matthew's hair and calling him beautiful things such as 'my sweet boy', 'my beloved son', 'my babyboy' and other words of endearment. Matthew felt so happy, so happy to have such a caring father!

"Wow, Matthew," Steve Miller said, "That was just amazing!"

Matthew smiled and blushed at receiving his daddy's compliment.

"I think it's time we took a bath, now, don't you agree?"

Matthew nodded and daddy took the boy's hand in his, leading him to the tub. As they climbed into the tub, daddy told Matthew he really felt like peeing after having made his happy milk. He did not, however, order Matthew to drink his piss, he wanted to see his boy's initiative kick in. Matthew was indeed a clever boy and felt utterly happy at having made his happy milk and having swallowed daddy's, so he offered to go on his knees and drink his daddy's piss. Miller asked his boy if he was sure he wanted to do that and the boy nodded happily. So daddy gave him the okay, and little Matthew, kneeling before daddy's rod, engulfed the huge cock-head with his eleven year old mouth.

Steve Miller let his piss flow freely, knowing by now Matthew was capable of drinking piss quickly without spilling it or choking on it. Matthew gulped it down as daddy's piss kept coming, amazed at the amount of piss his daddy could produce. As he swallowed the strong brew, Matthew felt his little weenie start stiffening again and wondered if daddy would get mad, but he said nothing. Once he'd finish peeing in his boy's mouth, Steve Miller knelt and French kissed his boy, feeling horny once again as the boy reciprocated. Matthew had been definitely the right choice when he'd picked his new son.

"I love you, Matty," dad said.

"I love you too, daddy," Matthew replied melting inside as his daddy said he loved him.

Chapter 6
Brother knows best

It was about six o'clock on Friday when the doorbell rang. Both Matthew and Steve Miller were in the TV room and the man asked the boy to stand up. Matthew wasn't happy, since his brother Seth, who he had never met, was coming home and he felt utterly jealous that he'd steal his daddy's love away from him. He pouted a bit and Miller looked at him feigning anger.

"Here comes your brother!" Daddy said, "Now, stop that pouting baby. Come on, let's open the door. I expect you to be nice to your older brother as we agreed."

Steve Miller walked to the door with an obvious hardon showing through his pants. He opened the door and as soon as he did, Seth Miller dropped his bags and jumped into his arms.

"Oh, daddy! I've missed you so much!" he said hugging the man.

"I've missed you too, Seth!" he said and kissed his son on the lips as he closed the door.

When the initial euphoria had passed, Steve Miller put his son back on the ground and moved aside for the boys to size each other.

"Is this him?" Seth asked.

"Yes, Seth, this is Matthew, your new brother."

Matthew looked at Seth. He was fourteen alright, but he wasn't tall for his age, he stood about 15 cm [6"] above Matthew if that. The boy had jet black hair like his Daddy, and the same deep blue eyes. He had short spiky hair and was wearing loose sports clothes.

"Well, aren't you gonna come and greet me, Matthew?" Seth asked using the commanding tone he was already mastering.

Matthew ran from the TV room door and approached Seth, who opened his arms and hugged him, making sure Matthew could feel his boner against his tummy, as he kissed the boy on the lips.

"You're cute, bug!" he said.

"Seth," Steve Miller said, "His name is Matthew, not bug."

"Yes, Dad," he said.

"Now, go up to your brother's room. I've left something nice for you to wear."

"Yes, Dad," he said.

As he passed by Matthew, Seth stopped and pinched Matthew's strangled cock, "We're gonna have so much fun, bug!"

"So, Matthew," Daddy asked, "How did you like your brother?"

Matthew looked down and put his hands behind his back.

"Come here, son," Daddy said.

Steve Miller hugged Matthew once again and kissed him on the lips. He then sat the boy on his lap as he explained that for him it was very important that both his sons had a good relationship. As he talked to Matthew, Steve Miller made sure to rub strategic spots of the boy's anatomy.

Seth came back to the kitchen as his dad talked to Matthew.

"Now that's a very cute image of daddy and son," Seth Miller said.

Matthew turned around and opened his eyes wide as he saw Seth. His older brother was wearing an outfit pretty similar to the one Matthew was forced to wear every single day when at home. It looked sort of funny on Seth since the boy was taller and a bit on the plump side. Matthew didn't fail to notice that Seth's tight trunks were very small and the boy's bulge was more than evident.

"Hey, Seth, come here," Daddy said and the boy approached them.

Steve Miller held his older boy next to him and Matthew and felt the glorious emotion of fathering such gorgeous creatures. Perhaps he should consider adopting a third son?

"So, here's the number of the house where I'll be at in case you need something," Steve Miller said looking at his boys, "I'll be home around 11 or so. I trust you guys will be alright on your own?"

"We will, Dad," Seth said indiscreetly squeezing his bulge, "Go have fun, you deserve it!"

Steve Miller smiled and kissed both his sons goodbye before leaving the house.

No sooner had Steve Miller left the house, than Seth took Matthew by the hand and directed him upstairs.

"Why are we going to my room, Seth?" he asked.

"Because, bug, I need to teach you a couple of things every older brother should teach his younger one."

Matthew did not argue, just followed. When they arrived in the room, Seth sat on the bed and asked Matthew to come closer. Once Matthew was facing Seth, the older boy squeezed on his foster brother's little bulge.

"Why …why are you …"

"Shut up, bug!" Seth replied and pulled down Matthew's trunks.

"I see you're wearing your pee through underpants."

"Uh huh," Matthew replied.

Seth pulled Matthew to him and sat him between his legs.

"Your dick is hard!" Seth said, "Your dick should not be hard, what are you, some kind of pervert?"

"No … I …" Matthew said shyly.

"Don't lie to me, bug!" Seth said, "I know your kind! You're one little cock-sucking pervert who likes to be fucked in the ass!"

Matthew had no idea what Seth was talking about. What did fuck in the ass mean? Why was Seth being so mean to him if his dad had asked them to get along?

"What is fuck in the ass?" he asked innocently.

"Oh, bug, you have so much to learn!" Seth said and started rubbing Matthew's tenderized cock-head eagerly.

"Seth …" Matthew said, "I think … you … I …"

"Shut up, bug!" Seth said again, "I'm gonna make you feel good. Stand up."

"No!" Matthew said, "I'm telling Daddy!"

"No, bug, you're not!" he shouted as he squeezed Matthew's cock-head, "Dad said you have to obey me and so you have to do it! So get on all fours on the bed!"

Matthew got scared but he said nothing and complied. Seth approached the scared Matthew from behind and noticed Matthew was wearing a butt-plug. Without saying anything, Seth started working the plug in and out of Matthew's tight hole.

"Seth …" Matthew said, "Daddy … Daddy's gonna get mad if you …"

"I told you to shut up, bug!" Seth said slapping Matthew's left ass-cheek, "I know what will make you shut up!"

Seth knelt on the bed in front of Matthew's face and pulled down his trunks. He too was wearing underwear which left his cock outside it. Matthew thought Seth's cock was big, though not as big as Daddy's. Its cock-head was red, very red and had foreskin too. Seth's cock was slightly thin and a bit curved upwards and its pee slit was drooling like Matthew's drooled overnight.

"Open your mouth, bug!" Seth commanded and Matthew didn't find it in himself to complain, so he did.

Seth pushed his hard pulsating cock inside Matthew's lovely mouth and let the boy find his own pace. As Matthew blew him, Seth continued to stimulate the boy's ass with the butt-plug, in and out, in and out, in and out.

As Seth worked his plug, Matthew felt all the same funny feelings in his crotch as when Daddy washed his insides. Seth's cock was thinner than Daddy's and easier to suck, and Matthew found that he liked the flavor of his brother's goo.

Seth felt delirious as Matthew's inexperienced mouth gave him a sloppy blowjob. It meant his dad had not really trained the boy as of yet, which was perfect for Seth, since he'd be able to take that role upon himself.

"Fuck, bug!" he said, "You're a fucking good cocksucker! I knew it! I knew you were a fucking pervert with that innocent face of yours!"

Seth moved aside and positioned himself behind his new younger brother. In one move he pulled the plug out and then pushed his cock-head into his brother's virgin hole.

"Ow!" Matthew complained, "It hurts! It hurts!"

"It won't for long, bug!" Seth replied as he pushed a bit more of his teen 14cm [5.5"] rod, "Bear with me!"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Matthew pleaded, "Please, Seth, stop! Oooooow!"

Instead of stopping, Seth pushed the rest of his cock inside his younger brother. Once he'd done it, he took Matthew's penis in his hand and started jerking the boy.

As Seth pushed his cock in and out of his ass, young Matthew realized it didn't hurt that much now. Was that what fucked in the ass meant? As his ass was fucked and Seth pulled on his dicklet, Matthew started feeling funny stuff in his crotch. Like when Daddy washed him. Was it possible, was it possible that he was feeling all those things Daddy didn't want him to feel? Was he really a pervert?

"Oh, bug, you're one piece of an ass!" Seth said feeling himself approaching orgasm.

He did not want to cum in his brother's ass, though. His very first load had to be fed to Matthew if they were to bond. After all, the summer holidays were close and Seth was seriously planning on seriously abusing the boy for the three weeks Seth would get home from the Institute. He needed Matthew to trust him and fear him at the same time. And cumming in his mouth was the best way Seth knew for showing Matthew who was in command.

Seth moved round in front of Matthew again and pushed his cock inside the boy's mouth.

Matthew found himself blowing his brother once again and he suddenly started understanding that all of this activity was of a sexual nature. Seth's cock erupted in Matthew's mouth and the boy was pulled hard on to the teen rod, so he had to swallow all of his older brother's load. When the first jets of Seth's spunk hit the back of his throat, Matthew felt his own orgasm approach and got hold of his wiener with his hand.

When Seth noticed his brother was close to shooting, he slapped the boy's hand.

"Stop doing that bug!" he said, "You wanna feel good too, right?

Matthew nodded sheepishly.

"Not just yet," Seth said, "that is something you have to earn."

"But, but …"

"But nothing, bug. Do I need to spank you to remind you who's in command?"

Matthew shook his head.

"Good, cause dad is not coming home until eleven. We have plenty of time for us to get acquainted!"

And with this comment, Seth slapped Matthew's balls much to the boy's dismay.

Matthew's wrists had been tied by his older brother Seth before he was placed on the bed. Daddy had been gone for a few hours but Seth seemed to have lots of ideas to show little Matthew who was in charge. Seth had made him drink lots of water and continued to make him drink still more.

"Seth?" he asked, "What are you …?"

"I see dad has not taught you proper respect for your elders yet," Seth said, "So I guess I'm gonna have to do that for him."

Matthew looked at Seth Miller not completely understanding what the boy was talking about.

"But, Seth …"

Matthew could not finish the phrase because his older brother slapped him hard on the cheek.

"You have to learn your place in this family, bug," Seth said grinning, "and since Dad has not disciplined you correctly, I will have to do that for him. See, I don't want to have a spoiled brat for a brother. So, from now on, you only speak if I talk to you, is that understood?"

"Yes," Matthew said, tears rolling down his face.

"Good boy," Seth said.

He leaned down and kissed Matthew. The boy was certainly confused. Why was Seth talking about discipline and why had the older boy tied him up? As Seth kissed him, the boy's hand moved south and started rubbing Matthew's little pecker, which hardened almost immediately.

"I see that pecker likes being touched," Seth said grinning at his foster brother.

"No, Seth …" Matthew started, but Seth slapped him again.

"Don't lie to me!" Seth shouted.

Matthew said nothing and Seth started massaging the boy's cock once again. He felt delighted noticing his foster brother did like having his cock touched.

"Daddy hasn't told you, has he?" Seth asked.

"Told me what, Seth?" Matthew asked.

"About the nature of his discipline. About the nature of his punishments. About the nature of all those things you feel when he washes your dickie and when he washes the insides of your body. Or when he plugs your boy-hole or when he plugs your dick hole at night."

Matthew shook his head.

"He never did tell me either," Seth said, as he continued to rub Matthew's little pecker, "but his level of discipline is good. Look, my cock is drooling remembering."

"He says I'm a bad boy when my dickie gets hard …"

"Yes, he says that," Seth said, "but at the same time he loves it when it gets hard."

"Why?" Matthew asked in confusion.

"Because that gives him the opportunity to inflict discipline, punishment," Seth replied now rubbing more intensely on Matthew's little cock, "the one way to always keep daddy happy is that. Getting hard as he touches you and then letting him punish you. Because punishment will eventually lead to cumming."

"What is cumming?" Matthew asked not completely following.

"When you feel that warmth in your crotch and your dickie expels its milk. Has he made you cum already?"

Matthew nodded.

"Twice," the boy said, "the very first time when he bathed me."

"When was the last time he did?" Seth asked interested.

"Last Sunday …" Matthew said.

"Oh, my God, bug!" Seth said feeling compassion for his younger brother, "Do your balls hurt?"

Matthew nodded again.

"Well, I'll have to see about it."

Matthew smiled a bit.

"Has he made you drink his piss?" Seth asked.

Matthew nodded again.

"It's good, isn't it?" Seth asked, "The strong flavor of his hot steaming piss as it flows down your throat."

Matthew wasn't sure what to reply so just nodded.

"Come, follow me," Seth said standing up from the bed and helping Matthew to a standing position. He then took his younger brother to the bathroom and made him kneel inside the tub, "I have a lot of hot piss for you, bug!"

Matthew opened his mouth and Seth pointed his cock-head towards Matthew's mouth as his golden flow started coming about.

"I can …" Matthew said and Seth interrupted his pissing.

"Yes, bug?"

"I can wrap my mouth around your dickie so I won't spill it," Matthew said.

"Really?" Seth asked in surprise.

Matthew nodded.

"Okay, let's do that, bug!"

Having said so, he moved closer to little Matthew. The boy opened his mouth and wrapped it around Seth's cock-head. His older brother then released his golden stream again and Matthew found himself swallowing Seth's pee, the way he had swallowed daddy's.

"Oh, bug, you're fucking good!" Seth said as he continued to empty his bladder.

Matthew kept on drinking and felt his bladder start stretching from all the water Seth had made him drink and all the piss he was now ingesting.

"Oh, fuck!" Seth said, "Keep the last gulp in your mouth, bug!"

Matthew was surprised at how much piss his brother's cock kept producing, but he did not pull back from his position and continued to swallow until Seth had emptied his bladder inside his little foster brother's stomach. He kept a large amount in his mouth as Seth had ordered him to.

"Very, very nice, bug!" Seth said looking at Matthew's inflated cheeks, "I'm gonna show you one great trick!"

Having said this, Seth knelt before Matthew and, as he started rubbing the boy's still hard cock, he pressed his mouth against his brother's. Matthew opened his mouth and then he and Seth started sharing the older boy's piss from mouth to mouth. Some of the piss started running down the boys' necks and chests.

"Now stand up!" Seth commanded.

Matthew did as instructed noticing the strong smell of his brother's piss permeating the bathroom. Seth started sucking Matthew's rock hard little cock and then tickling the boy's piss slit with his tongue.

"I … I need to pee, Seth!" Matthew said.

Seth nodded without releasing Matthew's lovely cock-head and the younger brother understood what was expected of him. So, with no further ado, he started pissing as his brother continued to suck him. It was hard for him to manage pissing since his cock was hard, but he tried his best.

Halfway through his pissing, Seth released his cock and sat on the tub.

"Here, bug!" Seth commanded, "Piss all over my chest, dick and balls!"

Matthew smiled at his brother's command and he started moving his dick to and fro to obey his older brother.

"Fuck, yes!" Seth exclaimed, "Your piss is so fucking good, bug! It's so hot and steamy!"

Matthew nodded and grinned.

"Here! I wanna drink more!" Seth said opening his mouth and Matthew started aiming towards Seth mouth.

Then Seth stood up and kissed Matthew to share the boy's piss from mouth to mouth once again. As he did so, he made sure to manipulate his younger brother rubbing the boy's little cock aided by the hot urine. Matthew started whimpering as his cock was manipulated and as his brother kissed him.

"You wanna cum, bug?" Seth asked.

Matthew nodded.

"Say it, bug!" Seth commanded.

"I … I wanna cum!" Matthew managed to blurt out.

"Good!" Seth said, "Then you're gonna have to earn it!"

"How?" Matthew asked gasping, "How do I earn it?"

"Get on all fours!" Seth commanded.

Matthew knew he was going to be fucked in the ass, but he didn't care this time. He wanted to feel those incredible feelings in his crotch. He wanted to cum. He knelt and did his best to lean on his head, since his wrists were still tied behind his back.

"That's an obedient whore!" Seth said and pushed his cock inside Matthew in one thrust.

Not wanting to wait anymore, he started pumping his fifteen-year old cock inside his little brother and, as he did, he pulled his brother against himself so he could play with Matthew's little cock. He wanted Matthew to cum while being pumped.

"Oh, fuck, bug!" Seth said feeling his orgasm approach.

Matthew started feeling the warmth spread in his crotch as Seth pumped his ass and jerked his little cock.

"Wanna cum, bug?" Seth asked between gasps.

"Yes, Seth, please!" Matthew said.

"Let's cum, brother!" Seth said and started spurting inside his brother's ass.

As Seth emptied his balls in Matthew's ass, the little boy started cumming as well, spurting into his foster brother's hand. Cumming felt glorious for Matthew, who had gone without an orgasm for almost a week but been stimulated continuously. He realized he did like being fucked in the ass and he felt, more than ever, that he had ended in the right home with the right family. He wondered if daddy's cock would feel that good up his ass.

Seth stood up and helped Matthew stand as well.

"Let's shower before daddy comes home, bug," Seth said as he untied Matthew's wrists.

It was around nine o'clock, Seth was naked on the bed and Matthew was snuggled against him. Seth started replaying the day's events in his mind as he caressed his brother's body.

"Bug?" he asked, "Are you asleep?"

"No," Matthew replied.

"Okay," Seth said.

His mind wandered to his academy. There, he'd undergone discipline to the extreme. Even when daddy had taught him well, he hadn't been prepared for many of the harsh punishments at his boarding school. The very first time he'd been ball-busted by three of his seniors he had had trouble adjusting, though they had managed to make him cum as his balls where pounded.

Back at the academy, he had also undergone invasive medical exams which he found both painful and arousing at the same time. He had also helped discipline some of the younger boys, enjoying especially those pre-pubescent ones, the ones who could only dry cum. But now, as Matthew's head rested against his chest, he understood what his dad felt disciplining him. There was something so good and twisted, and loving about it, he could barely wait to grow up and have his own children. Three, or four maybe. Plenty of young boys to discipline and prepare to do the same as they grew. But in the here and now, he could enjoy disciplining Matthew, he was, after all, his younger brother now.

"I love you," he whispered.

"What?" Matthew asked not completely sure of what he'd heard.

"I said I love you, bug."

Matthew turned his head so he could look into his brother's eyes.

"I love you too, Seth," he said.

"Don't tell daddy," Seth said.

"What?" asked Matthew curiously.

"That I was soft with you."

"You were?" Matthew asked.

"I was," Seth said smiling, "Dad would have expected me to punish you very hard before letting you cum."

"Why didn't you?" Matthew asked Seth as he caressed his older brother's cock playfully.

"Because this was our first time. And I …"

"Yes?"

"I really wanted you to love me."

"But I love daddy, and he punishes me real bad …"

"I know," Seth said, "I just didn't know if I wanted you to fear me before loving me …"

Matthew went quiet and said nothing for a while. He kept playing with Seth's cock as Seth caressed his back.

"You can punish me now if you want," he offered.

"Or maybe …"

"Yes?"

"Maybe you can punish me …" Seth said, "I deserve it."

"What for?" Matthew asked.

"For being weak with you."

"I … uh … I'm not sure how to do it."

"I can teach you. If you keep it a secret from Dad."

Matthew nodded. Seth stood up from the bed and instructed Matthew to tie his hands behind his back. Matthew complied. Then Seth instructed him to grab a paddle out of his bag, Matthew did that as well.

"Now, slap my balls with the paddle," Seth said.

Matthew tried one slap.

"That's not punishment, bug! Do it harder!"

Matthew tried again. But apparently it wasn't enough, because Seth kept asking for him to do it harder.

"I can't!" Matthew finally whined.

"Untie me!" Seth commanded and Matthew complied.

Without saying anything, Seth moved towards his foster brother and tied his hands behind the boy's back.

"What are you doing, Seth?" Matthew asked, but Seth didn't reply.

Instead, the older brother leaned Matthew against the wall and slapped his young balls with the paddle. Matthew flinched at the sudden pain and bent. Seth pulled him up and grabbed him by the neck pushing against the wall. Without releasing Matthew's neck, he slapped the balls with the paddle once again, and again, and again.

Then, without saying anything, Seth released his hold on Matthew's neck and started massaging Matthew's cock until the boy's tool was completely rigid. As he masturbated Matthew, he resumed the ball slapping.

"Stop, please, Seth, it hurts, it hurts!" Matthew begged but he remained obediently in position.

"This is how you punish a man's balls!" Seth said.

He carried on masturbating Matthew and slapping his balls with the paddle. The sensations in Matthew's body did not register in his brain as he endured both the pleasure of being masturbated and the pain of being madly paddled in his young nuts. Daddy had never punished his balls like this.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Matthew complained again but still not moving out of the position Seth had put him in.

But Seth didn't stop. Instead, he carried on masturbating and slapping until Matthew felt the warmth in his crotch which announced his imminent cum. As the next slap came, his young cock spurted his first rope of cum. But Seth did not stop, he carried on slapping his balls with the paddle as his cock continued to spurt cum against the wall.

Then Seth kissed him ever so passionately on the mouth as he rubbed the young boy's cock-head and massaged his younger brother's balls to help him relax.

"That," Seth said finally, "is how you punish a man in the balls. I hope you will never forget it, bug!"

Matthew nodded as tears streamed down his face. Seth then took him into the bathroom, so they both could bathe again before their dad was back from his gathering.

Chapter 7
Family Matters

Matthew was hugging Seth tightly as they both said their farewells at the airport. It had only been two days, but Matthew did not want Seth to go. In the brief time he'd been home, Matthew had fallen madly in love with his brother, never mind the legal niceties had yet to be completed, this was his brother. Seth was loving, fun and harsh. And Matthew's little prick was hard as they both hugged each other and he remembered how hard Seth had slapped his balls with the paddle.

Steve Miller was genuinely surprised as he saw Matthew reluctant to let go of his brother and wondered what Seth had done to make Matthew love him so much so quickly. He certainly hoped Seth hadn't been soft, because if he had, he'd see to it that he was properly punished back at the Academy. His best friend, Robert Mach was a head counselor and a hard bastard at that. If there was someone who could punish Seth in the most appropriate way, it was Robert.

"Come on, boys," Steve Miller said, "The flight is being boarded and we need to get back home. Matthew."

"Go on, bug," Seth said, "I'll be home in the summer for three weeks and then for Thanksgiving!"

Matthew let go of Seth and ran towards his daddy. Steve Miller grinned as he noticed both his boys were hard beyond belief and imagined he'd have the time of his life tonight with little Matthew once they were home. Matthew was rather quiet as father and son hopped in the van. He really felt weird now that Seth was gone and remembered that two days ago he'd thrown a tantrum over having a brother. All the way home, Matthew remained silent thinking of his older brother.

When they got home, Matthew went straight to his room. Steve Miller wanted to give his new son space, but he also couldn't let him think it was okay to do as he wanted; after all, discipline was discipline. So he followed Matthew to his room. Matthew was lying face down on the bed when Steve Miller came in the room. He sat next to his foster son and started caressing the boy's back.

"Matty?" Steve Miller asked, "Are you alright?"

Matthew nodded.

"Son? Look at me."

Matthew turned to look his daddy in the eye.

"What's wrong? What's bothering you?"

"Why does Seth have to study abroad?" Matthew asked trying hard not to burst into tears.

"Matt," Daddy said, "His studies have been going on for a long time now, and he is where he is supposed to be. As are you."

"Why can't he come back and study here?"

Steve Miller smiled at Matthew.

"Son," he said, "Two days ago you didn't even want to have a brother. Now you're angry at his leaving?"

"I didn't know him. Now I do."

"He'll be back in the summer and for Thanksgiving, sweetheart," Daddy said placing his hand on Matthew's leg.

Matthew nodded and started crying. Steve Miller opened his arms and Matthew jumped on to him, sobbing.

"It's okay, son," he said, "let it out. Seth will be back soon, okay?"

Matthew nodded in his daddy's chest.

"Now," Steve Miller said, "I have a wonderful surprise for you, son."

"Y-you do, daddy?" Matthew asked between sobs.

"Yes, my boy. Do you want to know what it is?"

Matthew nodded in his father's chest.

"Grandpa is coming to spend a couple of days with us."

Matthew felt shocked at the news, because up to this point his daddy had never mentioned grandpa. Steve Miller started telling Matthew how important it was to make a good impression on grandpa, since the man was a very old fashioned man who strongly believed in discipline. Matthew remembered his daddy had once told him that he himself had been taught discipline by his own dad and told daddy he'd be an obedient little boy for grandpa to make the best of impressions and daddy kissed Matthew on the lips to let him know how proud he was of him.

Andrew Miller got out of the cab and walked towards the entrance of his oldest son's house carrying his little suitcase. He waited by the door until it opened, Steve standing in the door frame. The man sized up his son, who had most definitely grown into a handsome adult and grinned. Steve Miller's pants immediately tented at the sight of his father. Andrew Miller walked a step towards his son and, before saying anything, he grabbed and squeezed at his son's hard cock.

"See you're still a perverted naughty boy, even after all these years," the man said.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Steve Miller said melting at the hand madly squeezing his throbbing cock.

"We'll see to it that you're punished properly later on," he said, "Now, let's get inside. I'm dying for a hot bath."

"Yes, daddy, please come in," Miller said.

Both men entered the house and Andrew made a point of smacking his son's gorgeous ass as they walked into the living room.

"Matt!" Steve Miller called, "Come down and say hello to grandpa!"

Andrew Miller felt his cock stir in his pants as he saw his new soon to be grandson coming down the stairs. Matthew was definitely a beauty and the man immediately understood why Steve had chosen him. He would be the first grandson who did not have the Miller genes but as long as he had the Miller training Andrew didn't anticipate any problems. Andrew himself had never thought of adopting, since he'd had four boys, Steve, Donald, Samuel and Ernie, all of whom he'd seen to their discipline as they grew up, since he'd raised them on his own. As the Patriarch of the Miller family, and someone who had developed the Miller Education Model, he'd had all his sons with a surrogate mother. He wouldn't have wanted a woman around to interfere with his children's education.

Steve Miller, the oldest of his children at forty one, had been one of two who did marry, but Steve's wife had died when Seth was only five. It had been rather convenient, Andrew thought, that the woman died. IF she had been around, Seth's education would not have followed the Miller Model and Andrew would've been disappointed, since Steve had always been his favorite. Andrew could completely understand why his oldest son had felt the need for a new son to discipline and love.

Donald, the next in line with his thirty nine years of age, had had two sons, Ronnie and Patrick, who were now sixteen and thirteen respectively. Donald, a loving man and a firm believer in his father's education model, had had his children with a surrogate mother and was raising them on their own, so as to be rid of the difficulty of having a woman interfere.

Samuel, at thirty four, had fathered three daughters-- the poor bastard!- and only one son, Liam, who was now eleven years old. Samuel had divorced his wife as soon as Liam was three and had retained custody of the boy, leaving the girls with their mother. Poor Liam had been disciplined extra hard, since Samuel did not have any other sons to raise by his father's model.

Last but not least was his youngest, Ernie, barely thirty years of age. Ernie had been possibly the strongest believer in the Miller Model, and a horny bastard as well, so he had spawned five lovely sons to educate at his leisure with the same surrogate mother. Ernie's children were Jimmy, Henry, Alfie, Tommy and Blade who were now fourteen, twelve, ten, nine and seven years old respectively.

"Hi, Grandpa," Matthew said as he approached the man, his hands behind his back.

"Come here," the man commanded and the boy did as instructed.

Grandpa knelt before the boy and asked him to turn around a couple of times as he sized him up. Steve Miller grinned as his father nodded once and then again, in approval.

"If you don't mind, son," Andrew said, "I'd like to inspect Matthew."

"Of course, daddy," Steve Miller said, "How would you like me to assist you?"

"Get lost and prepare my bath," was all Andrew said.

Matthew felt slightly uncomfortable as he watched his father walk away from the living room, but remained still as his Grandpa looked at him.

"Okay, boy," Grandpa said cupping Matthew's lovely little eleven year old face, "tell me, are you wearing your tampon?"

"I am, grandpa, a new one today."

"A new one?" Andrew Miller asked.

"Yes, Grandpa," Matthew said, "Daddy insisted that I needed to wear a new one for your arrival, one that was wider because that's the way you liked tampons to be."

"Your daddy knows my likes," Grandpa said, "Pull down your trunks then and show me your tampon then."

"Yes, Grandpa," Matthew said shyly.

Lovely little Mathew pulled his trunks down and placed his hands at his sides as daddy had instructed him. Without waiting for further instruction, he turned around and bent down so Grandpa could take a good look at his tampon. Andrew Miller felt his cock spurt some pre-cum in his underwear as he saw the obedient submissive boy's lovely pink chute stuffed with the butt-plug. With no rush, he slowly pulled Matthew's plug all the way out until the boy heard the popping sound he was so used to by now. His weenie felt funny but could not get aroused, encased as it was in its plastic protector. He felt funny as he felt Grandpa's tongue around his boy-hole but said nothing, as daddy had taught him to take these things as a man. Andrew Miller loved the flavor of the boy's ass and tongued him a bit more. Without saying anything, he pushed the plug back inside the boy's rear. Matthew didn't even flinch.

"Turn around for me, Matt," Grandpa said and the boy did as instructed.

As Matthew turned to face Grandpa, the man noticed a thick thread of pre-cum hanging from the boy's pee slit and grinned and nodded. He placed his finger on the opening and started rubbing at the boy's pee slit as he smiled. Little Matthew said nothing and let Grandpa do as he wanted. The boy felt as proud of himself as he had ever been as he stood stoically letting Grandpa inspect him. He remembered daddy telling him how important it was to make a good impression on the man

"You are very well disciplined, Matthew," Andrew told the boy.

"Thank you, Grandpa," Matthew said.

Steve Miller came back into the room as his father was putting Matthew's trunks back on.

"The bath is ready, daddy," Steve Miller told his old man.

"Good," Andrew said, "I thought it should be."

"Yes, daddy," Steve Miller said, "Do you want me to help you bathe?"

"No," Andrew Miller told his son, "I want Matthew to do it."

"Okay, daddy," Steve Miller said, "then I'll go shopping for the weekend while you take your bath."

Andrew Miller did not reply, he was already on his way to the bathroom, asking Matthew to meet him there in five minutes. Matthew turned around and went to his dad feeling apprehensive.

"Daddy?" Matthew said approaching his father, "I'm scared …"

Steve Miller looked at his son and smiled. After all, Andrew Miller had a very strong presence and Steve could totally understand Matthew's fear.

"Don't be, Babyboy," Steve said, "You have nothing to fear. My father is indeed tough with his discipline, but I've taught you well. We just need to make sure we do as he commands and everything will be alright, okay?"

"Yes, daddy," Matthew replied shyly and went on his way.

Andrew Miller told his foster grandson to come closer and proceeded to remove the boy's butt-plug. Once done, he took the key to the boy's chastity device, Matthew's cocklet coming to life almost immediately. Then Andrew Miller got naked. Matthew's eyes opened wide as he saw Grandpa naked standing by the tub. The man was muscular, very muscular for a man his age, and between his legs a very thick long veiny weenie showed completely hard. Grandpa's dick was bigger and thicker than Daddy's and Matthew felt scared. Grandpa smiled at Mathew as if to let him know everything would be okay. When the bath was ready, Grandpa sat in the tub and ordered Matthew to get in and stand facing him and the boy did as instructed.

Without any ceremony, Grandpa took Matthew's cock and peeled the foreskin back. Matthew gasped but said nothing and remained still, hands at his sides. Grandpa soaped the boy's noodle and started fiddling with the sweet lovely looking red head. He wanted to try the boy's endurance and he took his sweet time edging the boy. He chuckled as he felt the boy's legs buckle at the experienced touch of the sixty year older.

"You like that Matthew?" Grandpa asked.

"N-no, G-grand-pa," the boy stammered.

"Don't lie to me, Matty," Grandpa said raising his tone, "I hate being lied to. I can feel your naughty boy cock jumping in my hands, so I'll ask again. Do you like that Matty?"

Not very sure what Grandpa expected of him, Matthew looked at the man and sighed, "I do, Grandpa," he said as the man intensified the rubbing of his weenie.

"Yes, I can tell," Grandpa said, "you did strike me like a naughty little slutty boy."

"Wh-what's th-that, Grandpa?" Matthew asked between gasps.

"A slutty boy is a boy like you, who likes stuff being done to his naughty boy bits."

"B-but …" Matthew blurted out.

Andrew Miller slapped Matthew hard on the side of his left butt cheek.

"Don't ever talk back to me," Grandpa said, "Didn't your father teach you to not talk back to your elders?"

"I'm sorry, Grandpa," Matthew said sobbing, from the slap but also that he had let his daddy down.

"Sorry doesn't cut it," Grandpa said, "Hasn't your dad told you that?"

Grandpa stood from the tub, again showing Matthew his massive rod. He got out of the tub and sat on the toiled.

"Here! Now!" he commanded.

Matthew climbed out of the tub and walked towards his Grandpa sobbing, knowing very well he was about to be punished. Grandpa pulled the boy by the arm and placed him face down on his lap. In this position, Matthew felt Grandpa's hard weenie against his tummy and couldn't help but feel his own weenie tingle.

Smack! Came the slap to his butt cheeks. Smack! A second one. Smack! The third one.

"Never talk back to me again!" Grandpa said.

Three more slaps and then, without ceremony, Grandpa shoved two fingers up Matthew's ass, the boy's cock hardening beyond belief in a fraction of a second. Andrew felt delighted at how soft and wide little Matthew's butt cheeks, and wondered whether his son had already fucked him in the ass. As he finger fucked the boy, he kept smacking the lovely bubble cheeks. He kept on the smacking-fingering routine for a while, Matthew's lovely cheeks turning red with the abuse. As he carried on, Grandpa shoved a third finger and Matthew gasped but said nothing.

"In the tub, now!" Grandpa commanded once he'd gotten tired of the smacking.

Matthew ran to the tub as Grandpa stood up from his place and walked towards him.

"Wash my glans," he commanded.

Matthew nodded and took the soap in his lovely hands. He soaped them thoroughly and then took Grandpa's huge purple knob in his hands, rubbing and making sure to clean every spot, especially under the man's cock-head, which had a lot of skin. Grandpa's dick oozed a lot of love slime, a lot more than his daddy's and Matthew wondered if he should be wiping it with his tongue. Wanting to impress the old man, and as he soaped the knob, little Matthew got closer and lapped at the man's slit which was wider than daddy's.

"Good boy," Grandpa said as he felt the eleven year old soft sweet tongue on his cock slit, "Good naughty slutty boy."

Matthew blushed at the compliment and carried on with the cleaning of his grandpa's glans. Feeling emboldened by Grandpa's breathing, little Matthew stretched his mouth as wide as it would go and just managed to engulf the whole weenie head and started sucking the way he sucked daddy's, applying suction as his tongue danced around the man's slit. Andrew Miller felt amused at the boy's eagerness to please his grandpa, noticing also that the boy was still rather poor in his oral skills and struggling with the size of his dick. But what he lacked in ability, he made up for in willingness and enthusiasm, and they were more important. Andrew Miller really respected them in a boy, technique could be taught. He did have to recognize the boy was doing wonderfully for someone who had been at this son's home for such a short period of time. Feeling close to his own climax, Andrew Miller started face fucking the boy, giving him little room to breathe.

Matthew had never been forced to suck the way Grandpa was forcing him and he felt like he was choking, tears welling up in his eyes, but he wanted to please the man as he knew it was important for his daddy he did He so wanted to make a good impression on Grandpa, he had already done wrong, that he let the man do as he wanted with him. Andrew Miller kept pumping in the boy's mouth feeling his sixty year old nuts fire as his cock expelled the first jet of his adult spunk in his foster grandson's tiny mouth. Matthew felt grandpa's happy milk hit the back of his throat and used his hands to get hold of the thick rod as a baby would of his baby bottle. Matthew liked his grandpa's happy milk, the flavor stronger than that of his daddy. He kept sucking and swallowing until grandpa's boy-stick didn't have any more to give. The pressure on Matthew's head relaxed and the boy let go of the veiny weenie he'd been sucking. Grandpa's wide pee slit cried a last lonely drop of happy milk and Matthew lapped at it, not wanting to let it go to waste.

"Very good, Matty," Grandpa said, "I can see daddy has taught you how to get your happy milk."

"Uhu," Mathew said looking down and still holding grandpa's rod.

"Do you like it, Matty?"

"I do, Grandpa," Matthew said shyly.

"Very good," he said, "even if adopted, you will be a true Miller."

"I will?" he asked and smiled and grandpa.

"I have some more tests to run, but so far, I think you will be."

Matthew nodded and smiled at the man.

"You can let go of my stick now, Matty," the man said amused, "I want to take a long piss."

"I-I um …"

"Yes?"

"I can show you a trick daddy loves when he wants to piss," he said stuttering.

"And what that might trick be, Matty?" Grandpa asked.

"I can take your weenie head in my mouth so you can piss and I won't spill a single drop," he said in his sweet voice still looking down and trying to impress grandpa once more.

"Is that so?" Andrew Miller raised his eyebrows.

Drinking piss with a cock-head in their mouth was not something he'd ever taught any of his children or grandchildren and he immediately recognized that little Matthew Miller had a lot of potential to be the best Miller male of the lot.

"Show me, then," the man said.

Matthew Miller approached grandpa's rod again and took the huge purple knob in his mouth, nodding for the man to know he was ready. Andrew Miller let his bladder go in his foster grandson's little mouth and felt immediately amazed at the speed with which the boy could swallow his golden flow without even making faces. This boy was definitely one good slutty boy and Andrew decided he'd have to pay his son and grandson a visit more often than he would've first considered. Little Matthew was definitely a boy he wanted to keep in touch with.

When Steve came back from shopping, he found his father naked in the living room watching TV. Matthew was by the man's side wriggling on the couch, his hands bound behind his back, his ankles tied together and a ball gag in his mouth. Matthew was not wearing his trunks and because of his position, Steve could see his boy had a thick vibrator up his ass. Andrew Miller had a remote in his hand, obviously manipulating the thing shoved up Matthew's hole.

"Hi, daddy," Steve Miller said, "I'm back."

"Good," his father replied, "Matthew and I are watching TV. Well, I ordered him to pay close attention so he can tell you the show in detail once it's over. He does seem to be having trouble concentrating on the show though."

As he said so, Andrew Miller moved the boy-stick to show Steve what he meant. Matthew's little pole and balls were soaked in its own juices, his pre-cum flowing continuously from his cocklet to the love-seat. Grandpa took the chance to rub the little knob in circles and Matthew wriggled a bit more.

"How long …"

"The show has been on for an hour and a half or so," Grandpa said, "It's a Marathon."

Steve Miller felt his cock twitch inside his pants as he witnessed Matthew's ordeal. He could very well imagine what the boy was going through and his mind went back to his young years. He remembered having found himself in similar situations all through his childhood and up to the moment he left his dad's house to marry. He remembered when they had their Friday reading lessons, or story time, as daddy used to call them Andrew Miller would place Steve, and as the years passed, his other children, bound and gagged with vibrators up their asses while he read to them. Later on, they would have to retell the story. Most of the time, as expected, all of them would end up cumming while the reading took place and then punished for not remembering the story from beginning to end.

Matthew looked at his daddy with dreamy eyes, his saliva drooling from the sides of the gag, but Steve Miller knew he could do nothing for his son, since Grandpa was in charge.. Whenever Andrew Miller was around, all his four sons knew he was in charge of the situation regarding their boys' discipline and training. So, for the time being, Steve Miller could do nothing but respect his father's disciplining of little Matthew.

Andrew Miller put the vibrator to its highest setting and Matthew started wriggling desperately, unable to handle so much stimulation, but still wanting to impress his grandpa, so he tried to focus on the TV show so he would not disappoint the man.

"Steve," Andrew Miller said.

"Yes, daddy?" the man replied sheepishly.

"Get me the sounds ready."

"Yes, daddy," Steve Miller replied.

"Do you still have those nipple clamps I gave you for your thirteenth birthday?" Andrew Miller asked.

"Yes, daddy," he said, "Do you want them too?"

"Yes. Prepare the ball stretcher as well."

"Daddy?" Steve Miller couldn't help saying with concern in his tone. Matthew was still very young, still new to the Miller disciplining style and most definitely not ready for a ball stretcher.

"Is there any problem, Son?" Andrew asked with an angry expression on his face.

"No, daddy," Steve said.

"Then go and get things ready."

"Yes, sir," Steve said.

"And Steve?"

"Yes?"

"Once your boy is in bed you and I will have a long conversation about talking back to your elders."

Steve Miller nodded and left his lovely foster son in the hands of his father. He could very well imagine what poor Matthew would learn at the hands of his loving yet sadistic father. If there was a man whose discipline was harsh and unforgiving it was Andrew Miller. Steve knew little Matthew was about to learn a whole new level of discipline from his inventive grandfather.

Chapter 8
Matthew's Storytelling ordeal

Things had been ready for some time now, but the Marathon was just about to finish. It had been three hours of torment for poor little Matthew, with the vibrator up his ass and his grandpa stimulating his young dick every now and then. Matthew was past the point of sanity, his cock oozing pre-cum at an impossible rate, his balls hurting and his chest all covered in his own saliva.

"Good, the show's over now," Andrew Miller said and rose from his place.

He untied lovely Matthew and made him stand up before him. He ordered the boy to bend over and as he did, grandpa pulled his tampon out with one hard jerk, making Matthew's dickie jump three times in a row. He then commanded the boy to sit between his legs and Matthew did as instructed.

"Steve," Grandpa said.

"Yes, daddy?" Steve Miller replied, his cock as hard as it could get.

"The sounds."

"Yes, daddy," Steve replied and brought the sound box to his father, opening it for him and placing the urethral lube next to the case.

"Help me clean Matthew's little knob," Andrew Miller said, "With your tongue."

"Yes, daddy," Steve replied and leaned towards Matthew.

Matthew went delirious the minute he felt his daddy's mouth around his weenie, since his daddy had never done that before. He gasped and moaned in between gasps, and Andrew Miller smiled to himself, little Matthew was gonna be so much fun.

"That's enough," Andrew Miller said and Steve Miller removed his mouth from his foster son's lovely pubescent rod.

Grandpa proceeded to explain to Matthew the rules of storytelling in the Miller family. Every time he made a mistake or failed to answer one of Grandpa's questions, he would be punished. Matthew knew what that meant, that meant pain in his boy-bits and he did not want to feel pain. Or did he? Certainly pain at the hands of his brother hadn't been too bad, he had actually found some of it pleasurable. Was grandpa going to make punishment, pain and pleasure? Grandpa had also mentioned that Matthew was not allowed to make his happy milk or else his punishment would be harsher.

So, given his instructions, Matthew started telling his dad about the show. Grandpa interrupted the storytelling to ask the first of many questions which Matthew failed to answer correctly. So punishment number one took place, Grandpa pushed in the first sound, from the case. Matthew thought that wouldn't be any problem, since he'd already been pee plugged by his dad, but the minute the thing went inside his cock, little Matthew knew he had been so wrong to assume he would endure this punishment easily, for the sound was not flat, but ribbed.

Grandpa ordered him to continue recounting the show, but Matthew's concentration and memory faltered even more with the painful pleasure the man was administering to his boy-stick, fucking his pee hole in and out with the ribbed penis plug. The time came for Grandpa to ask another question which Matthew couldn't answer. Grandpa announced a new punishment was to be given and Matthew whimpered as Grandpa put clamps on both his left and right nipples. Still, he wouldn't cry or complain, finding strength in looking at his father, trying to make the best of impressions on the old man.

Matthew carried on telling the story as grandpa fucked the boy's pee slit and tugged on the chain dangling between the clamps on the boy's nipples. It was too much, too much! If he made his happy milk, Grandpa would be severely angry and his punishment could be just about anything, so little Matthew tried to concentrate on the story as much as he could. Then the third question came Matthew could not answer correctly. He was so close to orgasm. . Punishment number three was issued. Grandpa took the rubber ball stretcher and, tying it to the base of the little cock, passed the boy's balls through it, stretching them a good five centimeters [2"] away from the cock-shaft. Matthew groaned slightly but, apart from the little groan, did not voice his discomfort.

Grandpa ordered him to carry on with the story. As he did so, the man continued to fuck the boy's pee slit with the ribbed penis plug with one hand, and with the other hand he took turns pulling the nipple clamps and slapping the boy's stretched nuts. It was now REALLY too much, Matthew didn't think he could endure much more without making his happy milk. But he needed to resist the urge, he could not embarrass his foster daddy in the eyes of his old man. He did not want Grandpa to think that his daddy was a failure as a father and he still tried to focus on the story.

When another question came and he could not reply, Grandpa removed the sound from the boy's cocklet and ordered Matthew to stand up and bend over. Matthew did as instructed and pulled his ass-cheeks apart Grandpa.

"I have to say I'm rather disappointed at your inability at storytelling," Andrew Miller said pushing one thick finger inside Matthew's lovely little pucker.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa," the bent over Matthew said, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I have to say, however," Andrew added, "I am glad you were disciplined enough to not make your happy milk, and for that, I'm going to give you the biggest prize a Miller male could hope for."

Steve Miller knew the dreaded moment had come; he knew his father was going to take Matthew's virginity. Of course Steve Miller knew Seth had done it already, but there was no way you could compare being eleven and fucked by Seth's 13 cm [5"] thin cock, than to receive the Miller patriarch's 23 cm [9"], thick and veiny rod. He felt worried, but he could do nothing only hope that Matthew's ass training over the past weeks had prepared it for Andrew's cock. Though in retrospect, nothing could prepare anyone to take that huge cock that Steve Miller still craved at times.

Andrew pushed a second finger up Matthew's ass, and the boy squirmed. It was a funny feeling since he had the clamps hanging from his little boy-tits and the ball stretcher pulling his little nuts away from his cock. Grandpa then ordered Steve Miller to 'clean' Matthew's cock-head again with his mouth. Matthew just couldn't take it anymore; it was just too much pleasure, too much pleasure for an eleven year old boy who had never known anything about sex before he had come to his new family less than a month ago. It didn't help that Grandpa was rubbing the insides of his hole with his obvious mastered skill. Andrew Miller added a third finger to Matthew's tender boy-hole, feeling the boy's legs buckle under his own weight.

"Stand up, son," Andrew Miller commanded and the man obeyed.

Once standing, Steve's huge cock showed, hard beyond belief oozing pre-cum like there was no tomorrow. Andrew did remember Steve being a heavy pre-cummer, possibly the one of his children who pre-cummed the most. Andrew grinned.

"Matt," he said, "Clean your daddy's knob with your tongue."

"Y-yes, G-grandpa," Matthew replied gasping.

As Matthew took his daddy's cock in his mouth, Andrew Miller added a fourth finger to the boy's ass, eliciting a muffled groan from him. Andrew Miller knew instantly that Steve had not yet fucked the boy's hole and felt delighted. He attacked the boy's hole with all four fingers, making sure to have him stretched and ready, for he was going to take the boy's chute before his son did.

When Steve Miller saw his dad stand up from his spot, he knew this was it, he knew Matthew was about to know the thickest, biggest cock he'd ever have in his life.

"Hold him steady on your boy-stick, Steve" Andre Miller commanded.

"Yes, daddy," Steve Miller replied, fixing Matthew's head steady on his cock.

Andrew Miller lubed his thick rod with a bit of extra-sensitive lubricant and placed the cock-head against Matthew's poop-chute. Without much ceremony, he pushed a bit and the head went inside the boy's ass with a squishing sound. As expected, Matthew squealed at the sudden intrusion.

"Shh, shh," Daddy said caressing his hair, "It's okay, Babyboy it's okay. Just keep sucking daddy's glans the way you know."

Matthew nodded as much as he could with his daddy's cock in his mouth. Andrew Miller pushed a bit more, forcing a couple more inches of his thick rod up the boy's hole. A further shove and a little more of Grandpa's cock scraped inside his boy-hole. Matthew knew how it felt to be fucked in the ass, since Seth had done it to him, but Grandpa's weenie was just so big he felt like his body was going to be torn in two and he felt the tears welling in his eyes. Daddy however, kept caressing his hair and telling him what a good obedient boy he was being. Grandpa shoved again, this time propelling his whole 23 cm [9"] cock inside Matthew's boy-hole.

"There, there," Andrew Miller said, "It isn't that bad, now is it? It's only a bit thicker than your tampon. Steve, let the boy let go of your stick."

Steve Miller did as instructed, releasing Matthew's mouth.

"Does it hurt, Matty?" Grandpa asked.

"A li-little Gran-grandpa …" Matthew said trying to sound as brave as possible for his dad and trying to impress the old man.

"Good," Andrew Miller said, "It will start feeling good in no time."

As he said so, he started slowly pulling his cock from the boy-hole, only to force it back in again in one quick thrust. Matthew's grunt was his only sign of complaint. Grandpa repeated the operation, slowly removing his cock, then forcing it back quickly. Three then four more times he repeated the movement as Mathew's responses got quieter.

"Go on and clean daddy again," the man instructed.

Matthew took his daddy's cock into his mouth again, sucking as much as he could but being careful his reaction to the pain did not cause him to touch it with his teeth, as his Grandpa pounded his massive weenie inside his boy-hole. Matthew had really enjoyed being fucked in the ass by his foster brother Seth, but nothing could've prepared him for the size of Grandpa's weenie and the pain outdid any pleasure. Still, Matthew took it as an obedient boy, knowing this was the natural thing between fathers and sons, the one true way to show how much they loved each other. Little did Matthew know this was most definitely not the rule in most family interactions.

"I'm close now," Grandpa said removing his cock from Matthew's ass, "both of you, on your knees!"

Steve and Matthew complied and Grandpa started masturbating before them.

"Suck my cock-head, both of you!" Grandpa commanded now.

Both Steve and little Matthew started sucking Andrew, taking turns at sucking the huge purple sixty year old slimy cock-head and licking the thick veiny stem. Andrew Miller was not going to be able to hold much longer since he'd been abusing poor little Matthew all day long, his cum being worked inside his experienced and mature balls which were now boiling. Matthew felt a pleasure unlike any he'd experienced before as he and daddy sucked on the purple head at the same time, their tongues touching each other at times. Steve went to stimulate his father's balls with his hand and had Matthew lick on the old man's low hangers. Andrew Miller was delirious feeling both mouths working him to orgasm and he felt the contraction that announced his load.

"Take my cock in your mouth, Matthew!" he commanded.

Little Matthew barely had time to react and if his father hadn't helped him he wouldn't have made it. As soon as his eleven year old mouth had engulfed Grandpa's huge purple knob, the man started cumming. Matthew had already had Grandpa's happy milk, but this time it was even more abundant than it had been in the shower, so Matthew kept on swallowing and swallowing. As he did, Matthew considered it again and decided Grandpa's happy milk was his favorite, the flavor was just so much better than Seth's and Daddy's!

"Fuck!" Andrew Miller said as he'd finished cumming.

Matthew looked at daddy askance, and Steve Miller could only smile, feeling proud at his foster son.

"What are you waiting for, Steve?" Andrew asked, "I think it is time you rewarded your son for his courage and endurance!"

"Yes, daddy," Steve Miller said.

Grandpa ordered little Matthew to sit between his legs and started playing with the nipple clamps as Steve Miller took the boy's cocklet in his mouth. Matthew gasped as his daddy started licking and sucking on his little red glans as he would a lollypop. As daddy kept on blowing Matthew, Grandpa removed the clamps at the same time, causing a level of pain which Matthew had never experienced before. Grandpa rubbed his nipples in turns with his left hand as he slapped his stretched nuts with his right one as his daddy sucked his dickie and finger his boy-hole, rubbing that spot which always made Matthew delirious as he was bathed. The boy moaned and gasped and moaned as he felt close, he knew it would only be a matter of moments before he produced his happy milk if they kept this exquisite torture up. He couldn't think anymore, all he felt was the ecstasy of being blown after having been sexually stimulated all afternoon long.

"Daddy!" he said as his first contraction hit.

Steve Miller felt his boy's cocklet throb in his mouth and got ready to receive the pubescent load. Matthew was in paradise as he started cumming in his daddy's mouth. He hadn't got to make his happy milk very often and this time it was just amazing. As his dickie erupted in his daddy's mouth, he kept on thinking on how much he loved Grandpa, even if he was such a tough man. Grandpa had punished him several times during the day, but he was now rewarding him for being a good boy. He kept on cumming for what felt like forever, initially not wanting for the orgasm to subside but then changing his mind.

"Stop, daddy, s-sto-p!" Matthew begged, his dickie extremely sensitive after having been tortured for hours and then cumming like crazy.

Andrew Miller smiled as he noticed that, even when Matthew had finished cumming, Steve was not releasing the boy's stick. He knew Steve was going to force a second load out of the boy through post cum torture.

"Da-daddy, p-ple-ase … I-I can't …"

Andrew Miller kept on stimulating Matthew's hard little nipples and his stretched tiny balls as Steve continued to suck on the boy's raw 11 cm [4.5"] cocklet, still finger fucking the boy.

"Da-da-dadd-y …"

"Shut up, Matthew!" Grandpa said squeezing hard on the boy's nuts.

"B-but g-grand-pa …" the boy said unable to hold the desperation he felt.

"Be obedient and take it like a Miller!" Grandpa said squeezing his stretched nuts even more, adding further pain to the boy's desperation, "If Daddy wants more happy milk, you give him more happy milk!"

Matthew moaned knowing Grandpa was right.

"Are we clear?" Grandpa asked.

"Y-yes, gran-grand-pa …" he said in-between gasps.

The desperation turned into pleasure again as Matthew felt the warmth in his crotch, knowing well he was going to make more happy milk for his daddy. Steve Miller felt his boy's cock throb in his mouth and knew he had achieved his goal; a second load out of his beloved foster son. Matthew's hips started moving like they had a life of their own as his second orgasm hit. Steve sucked fiercely on the boy-stick which had endured more abuse than any untrained eleven year old could take. Steve was pleased and surprised with his foster son. After all, Steve had grown up with his father; he and his brothers had been raised in Andrew's disciplining style from a very early age and had learned what endurance meant. But Matthew was still very new to the Miller education model, and still managed to endure.

One jet of Matthew's cum shot into his mouth.

"Daddy!" the boy exclaimed.

Another rope of boy jism.

"Oh, daddy!"

A third spurt of boy goo.

"Da-da-ddy!"

A fourth.

"Ohhhhhh, Daaaaaaddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

A fifth. A sixth. A seven squirt.

By the time Matthew finished cumming, Steve Miller's balls were on fire. There was nothing in this world that could make him hornier than seeing the Miller patriarch dispense discipline on his grandchildren, and to share Matthew with his father had pushed all the right buttons inside him.

"Matthew," Andrew Miller said.

"Yes, grandpa?" the boy said completely spent.

"How about having a bit of your daddy's happy milk? Would you like that?"

"Yes please, grandpa," the boy replied.

Andrew Miller nodded to his son, and Steve stood up from his position, offering his drooling iron hard cock to his foster son. Matthew didn't have to be told what to do, even though he was tired, he knew it was his turn to reciprocate and took daddy's cock in his eleven year old mouth. Steve Miller was so worked up, that Matthew had to do very little to get his daddy's happy milk. As soon as the boy had started bobbing his head, his daddy's dickie started spurting its happy milk in the boy's mouth. Matthew swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, since his daddy was making as much happy milk as grandpa. Matthew liked daddy's milk, and Seth's as well, but he was now sure his Grandpa's was his favorite flavor of happy milk.

When the third Miller had unloaded his balls, Andrew Miller ordered his 'boys' to go take a bath and get back in their everyday gear, tampon and everything. Steve Miller nodded knowing that some new sexual torments must be forming in his father's mind; after all, Andrew Miller was a very inventive man and it was barely six o'clock in the afternoon. The weekend was going to be a very very long one.

Chapter 9
A 'warm' welcome into the family

Grandpa's visit had been an experience that had completely changed Matthew's perspective regarding his family's dynamics. He had thought his foster daddy was tough on discipline, but Grandpa had been much tougher. After the five days Grandpa Miller had stayed, Matthew's hole and dick had ended up feeling incredibly sore. The one thing he'd really enjoyed had been the fact that the Miller Patriarch had made him cum at least twice a day, and daddy would not let him cum that often, often going as long as a week before letting his little pecker make his 'happy milk'. It had already been ten days since he'd been allowed to cum. It had been the night before the judge had made his adoption final, six months since he had first come to live Mr Miller. Matthew 'Miller" had never cum and his Daddy had said they could not cum until the visit to Grandpa's Thanksgiving celebration. Daddy had said Grandpa was very specific as to how he liked the family to spend this particular Holiday. It was three pm on Thanksgiving's eve and Matthew and his Daddy were in the living room watching TV waiting for Seth to arrive from his boarding school to spend Thanksgiving with the family.

"Is your tampon in place, Matthew?" Daddy asked.

"Yes, daddy," the sweet boy said.

"Show me," the man said, "I know how sloppy you are sometimes."

Matthew agreed with his Daddy, sometimes he had a hard time putting in his tampon and had to ask his daddy to double check for him. Not that he minded, when daddy checked his tampon, he would always make him feel those wonderful sensations in his bum and crotch. Matthew pulled his trunks down so daddy could check on his tampon and Steve Miller grinned. He had Matthew bend down and pulled his lovely ass-cheeks apart. The butt-plug was properly in place, but Miller would never let such an opportunity to go to waste, so, just for fun, he pulled the plug almost all the way out and then pushed it back in.

"That's right," Steve Miller said, "You're doing better each day, Matt."

Matthew felt warm inside as his daddy congratulated him. He always felt butterflies whenever Daddy praised him. Matthew hugged his daddy just as the door to the house opened and in came Seth. Matthew got up from his place and ran to his brother.

"Hey, bug!" Seth said.

The fourteen year old opened his arms and Matthew jumped into his foster brother's arms. Before either could say anything more, they were kissing passionately, Matthew feeling Seth's experienced tongue exploring his eleven year old still inexperienced mouth. Matthew felt Seth's boner against his bottom and once again felt the warmth inside.

"Well, well," Steve Miller said, "Don't I deserve a kiss too?"

Seth put his foster brother down and ran into his daddy's arms to passionately kiss him too. Matthew joined his foster daddy and brother and hugged them as they kissed. Once the heat of the moment had passed, Steve Miller sat on the love seat and his children sat on each side of him.

"So," Steve Miller said, "How's school?"

"Great, dad," Seth said, "I got best notes again!"

"I'm so very proud of you, my love," Steve Miller said.

"I trust you've been in abstinence as requested?" Steve Miller asked, "You know how Grandpa gets if we show up for Thanksgiving with empty nuts."

Seth chuckled, assuring his dad that his school mentor had placed him in chastity for the full week in response to the note Steve Miller had sent the school. Matthew was the only one who was not sure why it was so important to show up to the family celebration without cumming for a week, but he said nothing. Steve Miller then asked Seth to pack for the weekend so they could get underway and Seth went to his bedroom, followed by Matthew, who wouldn't stop asking about school and stuff. Steve Miller smiled when he saw his children getting along so well. This was going to be the best Thanksgiving Celebration of his life.

Around six pm, the doorbell rang and Matthew was told to open the door. Standing on the doorstep were a man and a boy, possibly Matthew's age. The man was handsome, he looked a lot like Grandpa but his hair was black, like daddy's. The boy was very white and a tad taller than Matthew, probably 1.40m [4'8"] tall, with jet black short hair – military style. Black hair seemed to be the Miller trait. The boy was slightly plump, with a round face, dark eyes, a button nose and very pink lips.

"You must be Matthew," the man said.

Matthew Miller nodded. The man smiled and picked the boy up, holding him by the ass and French kissing him. Matthew was at first in shock, but reciprocated as soon as he recovered from it. Once the French kissing was over, Samuel put Matthew back on the floor and squeezed on the boy's pecker which was quickly becoming hard.

"I'm your uncle Samuel," the man said finally placing his hand inside Matthew's underwear, "And this is your cousin, Liam."

"Hi," Matthew said shyly as the man fondled his boy-stick.

"That's not the way you greet a cousin," Liam said.

With no previous notice, Liam pushed himself against Matthew and rubbed his dick against Matthew's tummy as he French kissed him too. Liam's hand went inside Matthew's underwear too and Matthew felt his pecker pre-cum at the sudden attention given by his uncle and cousin.

"Here," Liam said pulling Matthew's hand into his underwear, so the boy could feel him too.

Matthew noticed his cousin's boy-stick was a tad shorter than his, and he felt the softness of downy pubes on the boy. His uncle and cousin were still rubbing on his boy-stick and making him feel butterflies in his crotch when Steve and Seth Miller came to the door.

"Sam!" Steve shouted.

Steve Miller ran to his brother who let go of Matthew's rod, and hugged him, both men French kissing as they said hello. Liam carried on touching Matthew as he had Matthew touch him as well, when Seth approached the pair.

"How about a little attention for your older cousin?" Seth asked.

Liam let go of Matthew's rod and ran to his older cousin, quickly looking for Seth's lips as he started squeezing on the boy's cock.

"You're so wet!" Liam said, "Yummy!"

"Boys, boys!" Steve Miller said, "You'd better not get carried away. Remember the golden rule."

"No cumming until Thanksgiving!" Seth and Liam said in unison and chuckled.

"Well, seems like we're ready to go," Steve Miller said.

"We'd better not keep daddy waiting," Samuel said, "You know how he gets if we do not show on time. I'm wondering what he's planned for this Thanksgiving."

"Let's hope it's not another Pilgrim-Indian play like last year," Steve replied, "My ass was sore for a full week after that."

Everyone laughed good-naturedly save for Matthew, who really didn't understand what was going on, but he said nothing. It was six thirty in the afternoon when Steve, Samuel and sons hopped in to the car and started their trip to Andrew Miller's ranch, where the family celebration was held each year. Seth, Matthew and Liam sat in the back. Steve Miller, who was driving suggested that they take a nap, in anticipation of a long Thanksgiving Eve. Seth and Liam agreed and very quickly dozed off, but Matthew could not go to sleep.

"Daddy?" he said.

"Yes, Matt?" Steve Miller asked.

"I can't sleep, daddy," he said, "I slept plenty last night."

"Come here," Uncle Samuel said, "I'll take you in my lap."

Matthew looked at his daddy through the mirror and Steve Miller nodded, so Matthew climbed over into the front seat and sat on his uncle's lap. No sooner had Matthew sat, when Samuel's hand went inside his underwear and started fondling the boy-stick as he carried on chatting with Steve. Steve Miller's cock went rock hard the minute he noticed his brother was fondling Matthew. It had always been a turn on for him when his dad and brother's felt up Seth, and Matthew being the new Miller, it was sure that this Thanksgiving was going to be planned around the boy.

"Your son is bigger than mine," Samuel said as he fondled the now wet little cock.

"Yeah," Steve said, "Matthew is a true Miller even if not by blood."

Matthew felt warm inside, the way he felt every time daddy spoke of him with such pride. Matthew had finally started understanding that his family dynamics were not the norm for every family, but still he felt cared for and loved in his adopted home. He wondered how many other cousins and uncles he was going to meet and he wondered if all of them were going to get to fondle him the way uncle Samuel was doing.

At nine pm Steve Miller parked his car outside Andrew Miller's ranch. By the time they arrived, Matthew was insane with all the edging his uncle had subjected him to without allowing the boy to cum. His boy-stick was rock hard and soaked in his own juices, and he only hoped Grandpa would make him cum like he had done when he'd been visiting. Steve, Samuel and Matthew got out of the car calling for Seth and Liam to do the same. The boys came out of the car feeling a bit like zombies, having slept all the way to Grandpa's ranch. When Steve rang the doorbell, Andrew Miller came to the door to greet his sons and grandsons.

"Glad you're here," the man said, "Everyone else has arrived already."

As Grandpa opened the door, Matthew looked upon the whole Miller clan for the first time. Inside the house were two adults and seven boys of various ages. Matthew guessed the men would be his uncles and the bunch of boys his cousins. As Andrew Miller closed the door, he commanded everyone to have a seat in the enormous living room, which Andrew had furnished in order to accommodate all the males in his family.

"Very well, family," the man said, "It is a great pleasure to see you all once again. This year, however, is somewhat special, because we are receiving a new member in the family, Matthew, Matthew Miller, Steve's adopted son."

All of the attendees clapped their hands and smiled, and Matthew would've sworn at least half of them had licked their lips as the boy was introduced, but he couldn't be sure. Grandpa Miller ordered Matthew to stand in the middle of the living room. As he did as he was told, the boy felt all the eyes falling on him and felt uncomfortable.

"Matthew," Grandpa Miller said, "take off your clothes so your uncles and cousins can look at what a healthy and beautiful boy you are."

Matthew felt heat rushing to his face as Grandpa ordered him to get naked. It was so embarrassing! Yes, daddy and Seth and Grandpa had seen him naked, but he didn't know any of these other men and boys. Embarrassed and uneasy, the little boy turned to look at his daddy, who only nodded in agreement. Grandpa didn't miss the silent exchange between Steve and Matthew and cleared his throat.

"Is there a problem with your son, Steve?" Grandpa asked, "Do I have to discipline him to help him remember who's in charge here?"

"No, daddy," Steve Miller said and then to his son, "Matt?"

Matthew swallowed hard and nodded. Taking as much time as possible fighting against his embarrassment, Matthew started by taking off his tennis shoes socks and proceeded to removing his shirt to reveal the underneath tank top. Next his baggy pants came off, revealing the tight speedo-like underwear his daddy made him wear, completely stained with the pre-cum resulting from Uncle Samuel stimulating him in the car. His little hard rod and balls were easily made out and all the present Millers grinned. Matthew inhaled deeply and proceeded to removing his tank top, revealing his swollen beautiful pink nipples. New smiles from the audience. Finally, little Matthew Miller pulled down his underwear, revealing his 11cm [4.5] of hard boy-stick, as well as his lovely hanging nuts.

"Now, boys," Grandpa Miller said talking to his grandsons, "You might approach and check on little Matthew, should you be curious about anything in particular."

All the Miller cousins immediately surrounded little Matthew. Before he realized, the hands of all nine boys in the audience including his brother's- were running over his skin, caressing his chest, pinching a nipple, cupping his balls, squeezing on his rod, rubbing on his cock-head. Two of the boys, the oldest cousins – Jimmy and Ronnie, sons of Ernie and Donald respectively were particularly interested in Matthew's lovely round butt-cheeks. Some of his cousins kissed his lips while all of the touching took place. Matthew was afraid he was going to cum and be punished for it. As he was fondled and prodded, Matthew felt, for the first time, that this was not a normal family dynamics, for the first time since his adoption, he felt that there was something wrong with what was going on. But maybe he was being stupid? All those hands on him certainly felt so good.

"All right boys," Grandpa said, "That's enough. It's time for you to go to your rooms and get ready for inspection."

All boys acted in unison and let go of whichever part of Matthew's anatomy they'd been handling. After all, they all wanted to pass their inspection and avoid a possible punishment before the festivities. Once the boys were gone, Andrew Miller directed his attention to his four children.

"Sam, Don, Ernie," he said, "You might go ahead and sample your new nephew."

"And me, daddy?" Steve asked.

"You will come here and give me a good blow. I need to keep building milk inside before the festivities begin."

With that Andrew Miller sat on the couch and Steve went down on his knees to take his dad's cock in his mouth. There was this twisted warmth inside Steve as he sucked on his dad's cock, the love and pride of being able to suck on that gorgeous veiny rod which had created him. For Steve, it was a matter of worship sucking on the tool from which he'd come.

As Steve sucked on his dad, his brothers Samuel, Donald and Ernie surrounded little Mathew Miller, and Samuel and Donald moved in front of the boy. Samuel had already tried Matthew's cocklet, so this time he went to suck on the boy's nipples. Matthew gasped as the experienced thirty-four year old started working on his hardened pink little knobs. Donald Miller, Steve's thirty-nine year old brother was a big fan of boy dicks and balls and so knelt and started polishing Matthew's little cock-head as he squeezed on Matthew's nuts. Last but not least was Ernie the youngest of Andrew's sons at thirty, who decided to try Matthew's oral skills and opened his fly letting his massive chunk appear before the boy. Standing next to his brothers, with little ceremony he turned the boy's face towards him and slapped his rod against Mathew's cheeks and ordered the boy to get busy.

Matthew was still shocked at the family interactions, but he'd already sucked on Grandpa's massive cock, so he knew he'd have no difficulty accommodating Uncle Ernie's. He opened up and licked timidly at the oozing head. Ernie chuckled amused at Matthew's shyness and decided to help the boy do better, pushing the whole head inside the boy's mouth.

"Careful," Grandpa instructed, "We don't want the boy to cum before the family celebration."

"Don't worry dad," Samuel replied, "You taught us well in the art of edging."

Matthew felt like he was going to choke with the huge rod being pumped inside his little mouth. Adding to his desperation was the feeling of Uncle Samuel's mouth and tongue on his nipples as Uncle Donald rubbed on his little cock-head and tugged at his little ball-sac. The boy felt delirious at the expert touching though, for the first time, really confused regarding the behavior of his new family. He didn't know anything about families, he'd never had one before, but he was almost sure these kinds of interactions were not the norm. For the first time since he'd come to live with Mr Miller, Matthew felt like what he was doing was wrong. Daddy, however seemed pretty content with the situation, so, maybe it was okay?

"Holy fuck, Steve!" Ernie said, "Your boy does know how to please a cock!"

Steve Miller grunted in response, stuffed as he was in the mouth by his father's massive veiny cock. When Andrew felt like his balls were about to burst, he slapped Steve hard on the cheek.

"Are you trying to make me cum?" he asked angrily.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Steve Miller replied.

"Enough nonsense," the Miller patriarch said, "Get your boys and yourselves ready for inspection!"

At that, all four brothers stopped what they were doing and hurried to their room. Little Matthew remained static, his dick throbbing incessantly at all the attention he had received already. Grandpa Miller asked Matthew to join him on the couch and the boy did as instructed. Ten minutes later the Millers, sons and grandsons, came back into the living room wearing nothing but their tampons. As if in the military, the boys and men formed a line facing the patriarch. Matthew was allowed to remain sitting as Grandpa proceeded to carry out his inspection.

The man started with his sons, who were standing in order, oldest to youngest. In turn he grabbed each of their cocks, tugged at each ball-sac and slapped each pair of butt-cheeks.

"You know very well the only man allowed pubes in this family is me," he said, "Therefore all of you will undergo punishment, save for Steve who did remember what his place is."

At this, the older boys of the clan looked apprehensively at their Grandpa. Ronnie, Jimmy, Patrick and even Henry –sixteen, fourteen, thirteen and twelve respectively- had pubes already and their parents had forgotten to take care of them before the visit. Seth was the only one whose father had made sure the boy was clean of pubes before coming to the family celebration. The other boys knew they would undergo punishment along with their parents for their lack of discipline regarding pubes. They all knew, as long as Andrew Miller was the patriarch — and the Alpha male --, bitches were not allowed to grow hair in their private parts.

"Steve," Grandpa said.

"Yes, daddy?"

"Take everyone down to the dungeon and wait for me there."

"Yes, daddy," Steve Miller replied.

Everyone knew better than to argue with Grandpa and walked towards the dungeon, which had been built in the huge basement. The man then opened his arms for little Matthew and the boy jumped into the man's arms.

"Am I glad to see you, my little boy," Andrew Miller said.

"You are?" Matthew asked.

"Of course I am!" The man said and kissed Matthew's lips, "Want me to share a little secret with you?"

Matthew nodded at Grandpa, curious as to what the man had to say.

"You are the most obedient of my grandchildren."

"I am?" Matthew asked happy and excited.

"Of course you are," Andrew Miller added, "And you know why that is important?"

"Why Grandpa?" the boy asked grinning.

"Because that means you are now my favorite grandson," the man said knowing pretty well what that would do to Matthew.

"I am?" Matthew asked, his face shining with pride and completely forgetting the thoughts he'd been entertaining before about these family interactions being wrong.

"Of course you are!" Grandpa said, "Now, let's go dispense punishment for the undisciplined. You do know how important discipline is for me, don't you Matt?"

"Yes, Grandpa," the boy said shyly.

Andrew Miller left the living room carrying little Matthew in order to punish those who had broken the rules. Thanksgiving was almost upon them as was Matthew's baptism, and Andrew Miller needed everyone to be ready. Lack of discipline was always punished and he had a very good idea on what punishment he was to dispense.

Chapter 10
The Clan must be punished

Matthew looked at the Miller clan with expectation. The dungeon in Grandpa's ranch was in the basement and although the boy had read about them in his comics he never expected to see such a thing in real life. The offenders, namely Uncles Donald, Samuel and Ernie and Cousins Ronnie, Patrick, Jimmy and Henry, had been shackled by their wrists and ankles to wooden posts and gagged by Matthew's daddy and brother at the direction of Grandpa. Matthew was told to sit down next to Seth while punishment was put in effect.

"You all know how important discipline is for me," Andrew Miller started, "and all of you have broken the rules. Your punishment will be effected immediately. For having broken the rules, you will be shackled to those posts and milked all night long."

There were grunts from all the offenders, but nothing could be understood as they were all gagged.

"Before we proceed, however, we need to see that your pubes are removed which we will do now." Andrew Miller said.

The shackled offenders grunted again. All of them knew Andrew Miller was particularly sadistic when it came to punishment and they knew they were going to regret having broken the rules. Andrew Miller gave each of the males who was going to assist him perform this part of the punishment a pair of latex gloves in their size and provided them with a jar of depilatory cream. Apart from Steve and Seth, they all knew they were helping and not shackled to a wooden post themselves because they were too young to grow pubes yet.

Donald's eyes opened wide, it looked like they were going to jump from their sockets as he recognized the cream, the painful cream that had been applied when he was a teenager and he forgot to take care of his pubes. He remembered how it burnt almost driving him mad.

"Very well, people," he said and chuckled as he too put on latex gloves, "time to take those hairs off. Do remember to apply generously on the pubic area, balls and butt-crack. I want every single hair gone."

Donald started grunting excessively as did his brothers Samuel and Ernie. The boys – Ronnie, Patrick, Jimmy and Henry – were not complaining since they had never been given the treatment before although they were concerned at their fathers' reactions. Andrew Miller allocated each helper their victim.

Steve had to work on his brother Donald's pubes. The minute he started applying the cream to the man's pubic mound, Donald started grunting and complaining through the gag, but the torment hadn't even started yet.

As Steve worked on Donald, Seth Miller took care of Donald's son, his sixteen year old cousin Ronnie. Liam did the work on his dad, Samuel. Alfie worked on his thirteen year old cousin Patrick, Ronnie's brother. Tommy was in charge of creaming his dad, Ernie, while his youngest brother Blade took care of his oldest brother, fourteen year old Jimmy. Andrew Miller had saved for himself the youngest of the offenders, the other son of Ernie, his twelve year old grandson Henry.

As the cream started to work, Donald started seriously squirming, the cream creating first a warm, then hot, then burning sensation on his pubic mound. The room quickly filled with the grunting and muffled cries of the offenders, especially the younger ones whose first experience of the cream this was.

Steve knew exactly what his dad expected of him, so he moved on to Donald's balls and applied the cream generously and then paying special attention to his brother's nether region, finishing with the asshole after slapping plenty in the butt-crack.

Five minutes into the torment all offenders were squirming and grunting, especially the younger ones. Andrew Miller had a huge hard on as he worked on Henry's twelve year old genitals. The boy didn't even have hair on his balls and crack, but Andrew applied the cream just the same, pre-cumming as the twelve year old struggled against his bindings as if that would serve any purpose, tears rolling down his cheeks. Matthew had not been given an assignment and just watched in shock as the offenders struggled, squirmed and grunted. He made a mental note to never forget to take care of his pubes. Grandpa checked the work of the younger boys pointing out where he thought more cream could be applied but generally was pleased with their work and praised their efforts. He was pleased none of them had tried to go easy on their allocated victim.

"Time for a bit of extra fun," Andrew Miller announced, "go for the rods."

Donald and Ernie started seriously screaming through their gags knowing what their father wanted to achieve. If the pain had not been enough, it was nothing compared to what all the felons felt as the depilatory cream was applied to their cocks, starting at the base of the shaft and moving up until they reached the cock-head. Andrew Miller instructed all the punishers, to apply and polish the cock-head they were punishing. Jimmy and Henry screamed through their gags, their sweet boy bits being burned severely by the cream for the very first time in their lives. As if it wasn't enough of a punishment, Andrew Miller ordered the punishers to wrap the creamed rods in aluminum foil. The offenders felt they were in hell and Andrew Miller's boner threatened to spurt all of its cum.

"Clock ticking," he said, "just ten minutes for the cream to work."

He had the punishers collect a bucket and fill it with water from the faucet strategically located on the far wall of the dungeon, so they would be ready to remove the cream when he called time on the first part of the punishment. When Miller decided the offenders had been punished enough, he had the punishers remove the aluminum foil and start washing the cock, balls and butt of their allocated offender with cold water. Matthew giggled as he saw the usually big Miller cocks shrunken to their minimum size.

"Very well," Andrew Miller spoke to the young boy punishers, "I hope that will teach you a lesson. Thank you for your work you have made your grandpa proud with the way you carried it out. You have shown you will make good Miller dads when you get older. I hope what you have done tonight will help you to remember when you are old enough to grow pubes you will make sure to take care of them. Now go back to your rooms, get dressed as instructed and me me in the living room."

The boys nodded and walked away.

"Steve, Seth," Andrew said, "You will be in charge of placing the milking machines on all of the offenders. Make sure to keep them at a slow-steady-rhythm. We wouldn't want any of them to spill their seed before the celebration."

"Yes, Daddy," Steve said.

"Yes, Grandpa," Seth said too.

At the mention of the milking machines, all offenders grunted again, but knew there was nothing they could do to escape their punishment. Donald, Ernie and Samuel seriously regretted having forgotten about their pubes as well as their children's. A full night's milking was more than any sane man could stand without cumming. And they did not want to cum, as they knew there would be further punishment if they did. Once the milking machines had been set, Grandpa told Steve and Seth to go and get ready as per his instructions and to be quick about it. Matthew he ordered to accompany him back to the living room.

"That will teach you," he told the offenders as he turned the lights out and closed the door to the dungeon leaving the very sorry seven, in the dark, to their night of torment.

Andrew Miller gathered those who were not being punished in the living room to check his instructions had been followed. He ordered Steve, Seth, Liam, Alfie, Tommy and Blade to stand in line and che3cked they were all wearing their butt-plugs properly. He'd made sure to give each of them a special pair of trunks which had an embedded exact replica of his huge cock in silicone, and each of them would have to wear them overnight with the replica cock buried fully in their butt-holes. He also ensured each one of them was wearing their chastity devices to prevent them from getting hard during the night.

"Very good," the man said, "I can see all of you are ready for bed."

All of them nodded and Grandpa Miller smiled.

"Make sure you drink the full contents of your water bottles before bed, and remember no one is allowed to go to the bathroom from now on," the man carried on, "I will now personally see you to your night accommodations"

He commanded Steve, Seth, Liam, Alfie, Tommy and Blade to follow him, so he could tuck them into bed. He began with Tommy and Blade, who were sharing a room. He escorted his two grandsons into their room leaving the others standing outside. He ordered each of them to drink their two-liter-water-bottles, and waited while they complied. Once they were finished, he commanded each boy to lie face up on their assigned bed. Tommy and Blade did what they were bid and Andrew Miller smiled. Once in place, he shackled the boys by the wrists and ankles, leaving them in an X position. It was a tad extreme, but he needed to make sure the boys would not, under any circumstance either pee or try to have a prostatic orgasm. He was aware they would both know it was possible even when in chastity devices.

"Good night, my sweet angels," Andrew Miller said and French-kissed both Tommy and Blade.

He repeated the ritual with the rest of the Millers who weren't down in the dungeons except for Matthew. Once everyone had been settled, the man took Matthew into his own room. Matthew Miller was partially afraid because he knew how tough Grandpa was, and he did not know what to expect, but he sheepishly followed Grandpa into the man's bedroom.

"Very well, Matthew," Grandpa Miller said, "It's time to get you ready for your baptism tomorrow."

"Am I to be baptized?" Matthew asked excitedly.

"Of course you are!" the man said, "Otherwise you will not be considered a true Miller!"

Matthew smiled at the thought of his baptism, but he did not know what the Miller patriarch had planned for the following morning.

"Now," Grandpa said, "It's time we get you ready for bed. Bend over."

Matthew Miller nodded and bent over, his ass-cheeks facing the sixty three year old man. Andrew Miller told the boy to spread those cheeks and once he had complied, he took the plug handle and started removing Matthew's tampon. The boy gasped as the object was removed from his ass, and once it came fully out with a plopping sound, Matthew felt empty, as he'd gotten used to having his ass plugged at all times. His newest tampons since Grandpa's visits were thicker than his previous ones and he had been more aware of them stretching his boy-hole all the time. Once ready, the man ordered the boy to turn around and proceeded to remove the boy's chastity device, penis plug included. Matthew gasped once again, his boy-stick going hard instantly.

Once he was free of his tampon and chastity device, Grandpa ordered him to sit in a chair the boy had not noticed when he entered the room. It was a heavy creepy-looking chair made from wood and leather with scary looking wide leather straps attached to it that would've terrified Matthew if the boy had known what they were going to be used for. The one feature that made Matthew more worried was the large silicone dildo standing up from the seat. He guessed it was, a silicone reproduction of Andrew Miller's thick and veiny cock like he had seen the others wearing. He had seen plenty of the real thing and felt it in his boy-hole on his grandpa's visits but Matthew thought for some reason it looked more scary stuck on the piece of furniture. However he knew better, from his experiences, than to argue with grandpa, so he tried to sit on the chair as ordered, but found himself unable to do so because of the silicone cock.

Noticing Matthew's mistake on how he wanted him to sit on the seat, Andrew Miller picked up the boy holding him by his ass-cheeks, making sure to spread them wide and placed the boy's tight butt-hole on the tip of the dildo. Unceremoniously, once the tip was in, Andrew let go of the boy, whose own weight impaled him on the silicone rod. Matthew grunted at the sudden and quick invasion of his tender hole but did not make any other complaint. The only sign of the boy's distress was hid watery eyes. Once Matthew was sitting fully impaled with his butt-cheeks pressed into the seat, Grandpa ordered the boy to close his eyes. As soon as little Matthew complied, Andrew Miller strapped Matthew's legs. The leather straps were wide enough to cover Matthew's legs from his ankles to his knees. His legs were pulled tight to the chair legs so pulling apart his thighs and fully exposing his hard dicklet and balls..

Matthew exhaled heavily with his eyes shut tightly but said nothing and Andrew Miller grinned, still amazed at how docile and obedient the little orphan was. Once he had strapped the boy's legs to the front legs of the chair, he proceeded to strap the boy's arms to the armrests of the chair. Like the leg straps, these ones covered from the boy's wrists to his elbows. Matthew stirred in the chair becoming more nervous as he found his legs and arms so tightly bound, but still said nothing.

"Good boy," Grandpa said, "you can open your eyes now."

Matthew did as instructed and noticed he was effectively strapped to the chair. Andrew Miller had asked Matthew to open his eyes so the man could see the boy's face when he saw the open mouth ring he was going to use on him. Matthew's eyes opened wide –as the Miller Patriarch had predicted- when he saw the item to be placed in him. It was pretty similar to the ball gag collar Grandpa had used on him during his story telling afternoon, except it didn't have a ball for the mouth, it had a metal ring. The boy discovered almost instantly what the purpose of the ring was as Grandpa ordered him to open his mouth and placed the ring behind the boy's teeth before strapping it to the back of his neck as he had the ball gag.

Once the ring was in place, Grandpa moved on to strapping Matthew's torso with a leather strap that covered him from his belly button to just below his pink little boy-nipples, and then strapped his forehead to the back of the chair as well. When the Miller Patriarch was done, Matthew was virtually immobile and impaled by the silicone reproduction of the man's cock. As expected, Matthew's little boy-stick was still hard, thanks only partly to the sexual stimulants which were part of his daily routine. Before moving on to the next stage, Andrew Miller took a jar of ejaculation delaying cream and started rubbing Matthew's 11 cm hard pole. He made sure to apply sufficient cream on the little tool to ensure there would be no relief for the boy and then placed a couple of electro-loops on the boy's rod, one around the base of the shaft and one around the cock-head. The final addition was a bent urethral electro-sound which the man lubed and then pushed into Matthew's pee hole. Matthew grunted again.

"Very good, Matthew," Grandpa said, "You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow, and I have to make sure you are ready for it. This might seem a bit harsh to you, but it's the only way for me to make sure you are ready and prepared."

Andrew Miller then made the finishing touches to his work which was blindfolding Matthew and then placing a headset with white noise, so they boy would think of nothing but what his body was going to experience. Once he was satisfied with the preparations, Andrew Miller turned on the transformer, and the electro-stimulation began. Matthew grunted over and over since he'd never been electro-stimulated before, the sensations soon became almost unbearable for the poor former orphan. As the loops and sound continued to electrically stimulate his rod, Andrew Miller turned a switch behind the chair, and the silicone reproduction of his cock started moving up and down, effectively fucking the eleven year old. Matthew started moaning in both pain and ecstasy at the torture the man had prepared for him, saliva running down his forcefully opened mouth.

Andrew Miller grinned and squeezed on his rock hard cock, ready to add the final touch: his own cock. Without much ceremony, he knelt on the chair and put his hard rod through the ring so that Matthew could be face-fucked. Matthew tasted the strong flavor of Grandpa's love slime which added to his already strong sexual stimulation. Andrew Miller found his own pace fucking Matthew's mouth, hearing the boy grunt every now and then. Even with the ring, Matthew used his tongue to stimulate Grandpa's cock-head, making sure he had all of Grandpa's love slime, knowing how this would please his now legal Grandfather.

Andrew Miller was horny beyond belief with the thought of his newest grandson taking his cock in his mouth and his replica one up his ass at the same time. On top of that with everything that had transpired since his sons and grandsons had arrived he knew he was very close to orgasm. Unlike the rest of his family, whose orgasms during holidays were at the whim of the man and controlled ruthlessly, he was master of his own pleasure and he decided he'd be cumming in little Matthew's mouth. He kept on thrusting in and out and only a few minutes into it, his thick veiny cock started spurting its contents in Matthew's mouth. Little Matthew swallowed Grandpa's happy milk as fast as he could, knowing how important it was to show the man he was a quick learner and a true Miller.

"Very good, Matthew," the man said removing his cock from the boy's mouth, "I hope you have a good night. Sleep tight, sweetie."

With these wishes, the man walked to his bed, climbed under the bedclothes and turned off the lamp on his night table, whose alarm clock read one am. The rest of the house was silent now as the moans and groans from the basement could not be heard in his room. So there were just Matthew's whimpers and grunts to turn into Andrew Miller's perverted lullaby.

When Andrew Miller woke up, the alarm clock read nine am. Matthew wasn't whimpering or grunting anymore. The man walked from his bed to the boy, finding him being fucked at a steady slow rhythm by the silicone dildo, his boy-stick throbbing incessantly under the constant stimulation of the electro-loops. Matthew's pre-cum had pooled on the seat under his rod and little balls, and was still running down in a continuous transparent flow from the boy's dick-head coating his rod and balls in the fluid. Andrew Miller was more than happy with the results, but he was not going to unplug the boy yet until he'd check on the preparations for the boy's baptism and his disobedient sons and grandsons.

So, he left Matthew in the main bedroom and went room by room releasing each of the sleeping obedient Millers until all of them were free. The youngest ones complained they needed to pee, but a mean look from Grandpa made them shut their mouths in a fraction of a second. When all of them had been released, the man ordered them to take a shower and be back in the living room as soon as they were done. While they got ready, Andrew Miller walked down to the dungeon to check on the offenders. As soon as he opened the door of the dungeon, a chorus of moans and grunts reached his ears The milking machines were still working away and the offenders still shackled to the posts.

Andrew Miller walked around them and then started with the oldest of his sons being punished, Donald. He stood facing the thirty nine year old and pinched the man's nipples to make him aware of his presence and removed his gag.

"So," Andrew Miller said, "What do you have to say?"

"I-I'm so-so-sorr-rry, da-da-dad-dy," the man managed to wheeze.

Andrew Miller turned off Donald's milking machine and removed the pump from the man's cock. Donald's 20 cm [8"] upward-curving cock was swollen, its veins more visible than ever. It was also wet and, looking in the machine's pump, Andrew guessed Donald must've cum at least four times during the night. Feeling particularly aroused this morning, Andrew Miller started polishing Donald's wet cock-head and the man started moaning and whimpering at the same time, after all he'd been stimulated and made to cum so many times already. But Andrew Miller was tough and relentless, so he polished for some minutes until Donald's midsection started contracting and, moaning and grunting, his thick cock started spurting a new cum-load. When Donald finished cumming, Andrew Miller released the shackles and saw Donald Miller fall to his knees.

"Shame on you," the man said.

Next in line was Andrew's thirty four year old Samuel, the shortest of Andrew's sons. Samuel's knees were bent and he was just hanging from his wrist shackles, as if he had lost the will to fight. Andrew Miller turned Samuel's milking machine off and, when the Miller patriarch removed the pump of the milking machine, an obscene amount of cum rolled down Samuel's thick 19 cm [7.6] rod. Samuel moaned obviously in pain. His cock was as swollen as Donald's and his knob shaped cock-head was purple from all the suction. Andrew decided, as he removed his gag, he would not force another load from his thirty four year old.

"Let me hear it," Andrew said.

"I … I … I-I'm … mmm … so … so … sor … rryyyy … da … da … da …" he could not finish, for he started whimpering.

Andrew Miller removed the shackles and Samuel fell on his knees as Donald had. Donald protectively hugged his brother and Samuel kissed his brother Donald as a thank you gesture. Andrew Miller then moved to Ernie, his youngest son at thirty years old. Ernie was the brawniest of the man's sons, probably with his mother's built. It was obvious he worked hard to build muscle but he managed to still look slightly fat. Ernie was also the horniest but also the most disciplined of Andrew's sons, so Andrew was not surprised to find his pump empty when he turned off the milking machine and withdrew the milking item from his son's 17 cm [6.8"] straight thick rod.

"Now that is one disciplined boy," Andrew said.

"Tha-than-nk … you … da … daddy," Ernie said, I'm sorry … daddy."

Andrew Miller unshackled Ernie, but he did not fall to his knees, he remained standing on trembling legs. Andrew did admire Ernie's discipline and courage to endure punishment. He turned to his sons and spoke.

"Go to your rooms. Ernie, you have earned the right to actively participate in our thanksgiving family celebration. Donald, Samuel, you and I will have a conversation later to see whether you should be allowed to be part of this family holiday."

All three brothers nodded and left the dungeon. Donald and Ernie were worried about what fate awaited them, but Ernie wasn't. Ernie had in fact, skipped the pubic hair removal on purpose knowing he and his children would have to endure Grandpa's punishment. Ernie loved seeing his sons being punished by his father though he had kept this a secret from the man. He did not want his dad to know he'd skipped his responsibilities purposefully. Ernie, however, did enjoy punishing his sons as well as having them punished by their grandfather, it was something he thought helped build character –and build his own orgasms as well.

When his sons had left, Andrew Miller was left to deal with his grandchildren.

He decided to begin on Ronnie, the oldest of his grandchildren. Ronnie was a very good looking sixteen year old. He did not have the jet-black-hair-trademark of the Millers, but a blond mane –which very likely came from his mother- in BJ Mackey's style. Being a disciplined boy, Ronnie liked working out and he had a toned yet slim body. He had big dark blue eyes, thick brows, a roman nose and a small mouth. He had inherited the Millers' gene where it came to his boy-bits. Ronnie's cock was a lot bigger than his father's and even than his grandpa's, a 26 cm [10.4"] upward-curving-rod crowned by a regular sized fat helmet-cock-head whose foreskin retracted completely back when he got hard, and thick as well,a good 18 cm [7.2"] in girth. He had two small and almost round balls, probably 15 ml [0.5 fl oz] in volume which were no less impressive given the fact that they hung low, very low in a stretched ball-sac.

Andrew Miller removed the boy's gag and then turned the milking machine off eliciting an 'Oh, gawd!' from the sixteen year old. The man removed the pump, letting the boy's dick bounce as he did so, and Grandpa was more than pleased to find Ronnie's pump clean of cum.

"That is one disciplined boy," the man said as he took the boy's rod.

"Tha-thank … you … gran-grand-pa …" Ronnie said in his sweet voice.

"Let's see, however, how disciplined you truly are."

Having said this, Andrew Miller started polishing the fat cock-head using Ronnie's own juices. Ronnie started grunting,, there was no way in hell he was going to be able to hold his cum being polished by the expert. He had been worked up all night and he'd only just managed not to cum.

"Ple-please," the boy pleaded.

"I'll cut you a deal," Andrew Miller said, "If you can endure five minutes, I'll take it that you've paid for your disobedience."

Ronnie Miller nodded but he knew he'd lost already. Andrew Miller carried on with the polishing of the huge cock-head knowing well the boy was not going to be able to be polished for five minutes without cumming. Three minutes into the rubbing of the wet cock-head, the man felt Ronnie's midsection contract and carried on spasming. Ronnie Miller grunted as his humongous cock started spurting its teen juice. Rope after rope after rope of teen spunk erupted from the boy's cock, splattering all over Andrew Miller's hands and belly. Ronnie gasped non-stop as his orgasm receded but Grandpa kept on polishing giving the sixteen year old another ten minutes of post cum torture. Ronnie felt a second orgasm building up, but he did not reach the point as grandpa let go of his cock slapping the boy's balls with all his might.

"Such a shame," Andrew Miller said, "and here was I thinking you were a true Miller."

Andrew Miller unshackled Ronnie and the boy, legs shaking, remained as steady as he could trying to keep at least a bit of dignity in front of the man whose opinion mattered most.

"You can go to your room now," he said.

Ronnie Miller didn't even ask if he was to participate in the Thanksgiving celebration just hung his head and left the dungeon.

The Miller patriarch moved on to Patrick, Ronnie's thirteen year old brother. Unlike his brother, Patrick did have the Miller jet black trademark hair in 21^st jump street style. He had big dark blue eyes, a turned up nose and full lips. Like his brother, Patrick inherited the big dick genes from the Millers, his cock being big for a boy his age. Being a gymnast, Patrick had a slight but muscular body. Just turning the machine off was enough for Andrew Miller to realize Patrick was very undisciplined, much like his father. After untying the gag as he removed the pump, the boy's milk flowed down the boy's pole. Andrew Miller assessed the boy must've cum at least six times during his night's punishment.

"You're such a disappointment," Andrew Miller said as he unshackled the boy.

"I-I'm sorry," Patrick said and started whimpering knowing well what it meant to disappoint the Miller patriarch.

"Go to your room," the man continued, "clean yourself up and wait for instructions."

Patrick nodded and walked out of the dungeon, ashamed and worried what his grandpa would have in store for him next. He had been so proud of his pubes but he now realized stopping the taunting of the other boys at school was not worth displeasing his grandpa. Andrew Miller turned his attention to Jimmy, Ernie's oldest son at 14 years of age . Jimmy was the shortest and thinnest of his grandchildren, barely 1.42 m [4'9"] tall and 40 kilos [6st 4lb] in weight at fourteen years of age, but with the same handsome Miller facial features and jet black hair. Unlike the rest of the Millers, Jimmy also had the shortest of the Millers' dicks barely 10 cm [4"] in its erect state, a very short dick for a fourteen year old, a minuscule dick for a fourteen year old Miller. But he made up for his short dick with the big set of balls he carried in a low hanging scrotal sac. The Miller patriarch released his gag and then turned off the milking machine and removed the pump from Jimmy. Like his father's, Jimmy's level of discipline surprised the man, finding Jimmy's pump clean of cum.

"That is rather impressive, Jimmy," the man said slightly caressing the little rod.

"Tha-thank … you … gra-grand-pa …" Jimmy managed to say.

"Go up to your room," the man said as he unshackled the boy, "Take a hot shower and wait for instructions there. I'm really proud of you."

"Thank … you … grandpa," Jimmy said once again and quickly left the room.

There was one offender left, Henry, Ernie's twelve year old son. Andrew Miller had a particular attachment to Henry, maybe because he was such a cute boy. Andrew Miller had had plenty of time to compare all his children and grandchildren and he thought none of them looked like Henry. The boy had a doll round face, thick eyebrows over a pair of big curious dark eyes, a beautiful button-nose and a small mouth with full lips. His skin, only god knew why, wasn't pale like all the other Millers, but had a lovely tan color, which made his beautiful small nipples a darker shade and completely yummy. Henry was short for his age too, no surprise since Ernie had been short up until he turned seventeen, when he suddenly shot up. Unlike his brother Jimmy, Henry had a good looking Miller sized bottle-shaped rod, 13 cm [5.2"] long crowned by a lovely bullet-shaped purple cock-head. Like his brother, Henry had big balls though carried in a tight sac.

When after ungagging the boy Andrew Miller turned off the machine and removed the pump, he noticed Henry had cum probably once during the night. Cumming deserved punishment, but having cum only once during the whole night showed a very high level of discipline for a boy who had just turned twelve. Or maybe Grandpa was willing to be more lenient because Henry had been his favorite grandson for a few years now.

"Let me hear it, Henry," the man said.

"I'm so-sorry," the boy said and started whimpering, "I'm sorry I came … I shouldn't … have cum … I almost did it … I …"

Andrew Miller bent a bit to see Henry face to face and started squeezing on the boy's rod.

"I won't say anything to anyone if you do something for me," the man said.

"Yes, Grandpa?" Henry replied eagerly.

Andrew Miller approached the boy's ear and whispered something in his ear, something that made the exhausted Henry grin as he heard it. Andrew Miller rubbed Henry's dick a bit more as the boy said he'd gladly do what grandpa was asking of him. The sixty three year old man removed Henry's shackles and told the boy to go to his room to get ready. Now, he had to check up on Matthew, it was getting late and there were lots of things he needed to prepare for the Thanksgiving celebration.

To Be Continued