Date: Thu, 10 May 2018 11:39:07 -0500 From: MC VT Subject: The Battoir Chapter 2 The Battoir - Part 2 ©2017 MCVT August 17, 2017 mcvt2017@gmail.com *** Friday night at dinner, Dad explained that we were going to build a shed on Saturday. "Wear your oldest clothes and shoes. Have to pour a concrete pad and lay some pipe." Rod and I had popcorn and watched a movie together while Dad was on the computer making notes and reading. I noticed he was using math formulas and the calculator several times and I thought it might be about money. When the news came on, Dad told Rod to go to bed, and told me to meet him in the bathroom for my treatment. "Take your pajamas off." He ordered me, while he found the soap stick, wet it, put the toilet seat down and patted his lap. My eyes filled with tears thinking about the burning sensations, "Dad, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore. I pooped today." "Preventative medicine. Don't want you blocked-up again." "Dad, please, the soap burns so much." He stopped and looked at my face, then felt my belly. "Okay." Putting the soap away, he reached for the tub of petroleum jelly. "We'll go without and see if we can get some action. Let's get your sweet ass buttered up." He faced me away from him and told me to open my cheeks. I felt his finger with a glob of the petroleum jelly and it felt cold and sticky at first. At least I didn't have to lean over, but Dad faced me to the side as he worked his finger deeper into my rectum, twisting and pulling his finger out, then pushing it back in. His other hand went to my rigid penis. I looked away hoping he would move his hand. This was embarrassing. He held my little erection between his fingers and began stroking; watching my foreskin open and close around my pale, pink glans. "Dad, we're not supposed to touch ourselves." I told him as his finger dug deeper into my rectum. "Mom's rules aren't always my rules - she doesn't have a penis. This is normal and natural for men. I'm checking your development." He continued and rubbed a little faster. "Does anything come out your penis when you rub it?" He whispered. "I don't know. I don't touch myself." I told him, keeping my secrets to myself. "When you rub on your penis and it feels good, like it does now, that's called masturbating. When it feels really good, that's called an orgasm. You might see some liquid come out when you orgasm. It's not pee; it's your body saying `congratulations' for growing up. "You may want to get into a girl's panties and put that liquid inside her to make a baby, but you have to take care of your family. Gonna be hard while you're in the fourth grade. You know what I mean?" I laughed, "Dad, I don't want a girlfriend." "You will, but we'll talk about it later. Can you cum for me?" "Come where?" Sheesh, I was stupid - I looked around the bathroom for where to go. "Cum - orgasm and make yourself feel really good?" He clarified. "I don't know." "Okay. Let's see if we can get a congratulation." He continued rubbing on my penis, his strokes became slower inside my rectum. He explored around inside me with his finger and it started to feel good, almost exciting. It made my heart beat fast! "Close your eyes, son." He whispered when my face became red and hot. He pulled me closer to him and his strokes became faster along my short shaft and his finger inside me made me feel glittery - kind of the way a sparkler feels on your skin. Suddenly, my knees were weak and I grabbed Dad's arm and squeezed my eyes shut tight while a mini-jolt of electricity hit my groin and my pelvis buzzed for a second. "Unngh." I grunted several times and my hips jerked. Then, I felt so good - tingly. Dad rubbed his stubble on my neck kissing me. Keeping his finger inside my rectum, Dad pulled me against him harder. "Check for the liquid." He told me. I showed him the tip of my dry penis. "Not yet - okay. Let's see some poop tonight." His finger pushed deeper, and I could feel his knuckles along my cleft. "Try to push against my finger." He kept wiggling his finger and pressing it deeper inside me until I felt like I couldn't hold back any longer. "Need to go." I told him. He kissed my neck again and pulled his finger out slowly. He washed his hands, smiling. "Good job." *** The next day Rod and I were excited that we were going to build a shed with Dad we ate breakfast super fast. After Dad inspected several areas and measured them, he lined things out with stakes and string. We dug the dirt and Dad showed us how to make a level space, then to mark where we were going to put the pipes. "Are we building a greenhouse back here?" I asked. "No. I made a deal for a goat. We can keep adding pads and extending the walls as we go. This is the start of our herd." Rod and I got excited about a goat. Dad told us we had to bring sand from the creek to mix with the cement, and we had to sift through it for crud and then rinse it. That was easy and fun with an old window screen in the water. Before noon, we had two wheelbarrows full of sand ready to mix. When it started getting hot, instead of eating lunch in the house we packed peanut butter sandwiches, apples and jug of water and went to the pond. Dad found a safe place for our lunch away from the bugs and raccoons, then simply stripped off all his sweaty clothes and threw them over some bushes. Rod was confused; maybe he thought Dad was going to drown us or something because we were at a place he prohibited. "Swimming!" I told him and kicked my shoes and socks under the bushes. Rod's clothes were flying off of him but he got scared about biting fish, but I held his hand and the water so good and cool he forgot about sharks and piranhas before he was in up to his knees. Dad took Rod in his arms and walked further into the water, "Maybe Rod will give me the battoir tonight for bringing my boys to the pond." Dad winked at Rod. Rod just stared at Dad, in shock. He froze every time someone said "battoir." I laughed. "He's joking - no battoir tonight Rod." After we cooled off for a long time in the pond, Dad scooped up Rod and carried him to shore. Then, Dad showed us how to smooth our pants on the ground and sit on them while the sun dried us off. We ate like ravenous wolves. Rod and I passed around the jug of water as if we were swigging moonshine. What a blast! *** "Can we come swimming tomorrow?" Rod asked. "If it's this hot - sure." He was smiling, looking at Rod. "Come here, let's check your foreskin." Dad squatted down by Rod. "Come here." He grabbed Rod and pulled him between his legs then he inspected Rod's penis. Wouldn't you know, Rod started crying and grabbing Dad around the neck hollering, "I touched it, but it itched, Dad. I'm sorry, I touched it. I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" He started wailing and tears started falling. The loose cannon of confessions just blasted again. Dad was laughing so hard he squeezed Rod against him and laughed till he cried. When Rod saw him laughing, he stopped crying and stared. I tried to explain that touching your pee-pee was Mom's rule, not a battoir rule, so he wasn't going to get any swats for touching from Dad. "Just don't say anything to Mom. Dad wants to see if you have a problem with your pee-pee." I showed him my penis, and how the foreskin moved. "This part." I went into the shallow part of the pond looking for crawdads while Dad held Rod and talked to him for a while, then examined Rod's privates and around his groin. Dad gave him a few kisses on his head while he rolled Rod's scrotum between his fingers, then petted his shoulder. "Good boy, fine toolbox you got there." Dad messed Rod's hair. Rod was grinning, rubbing his penis right in front of us. Rod and I worked hard that afternoon talking about a goat, and went to bed early we were so tired. *** The next morning Mom was off work. She came to breakfast with us and we were having a great time. "We're getting a goat? Yeah, I'll be glad to help with the shed. Goat milk is so creamy and rich. Nanny, right?" She asked smiling. "Barbecued goat!" Dad said, sipping his coffee. "Dee-licious!" That put the brakes on our morning conversation. "You wouldn't dare! We'll go completely vegan before we do that!" My mom shot back with her eyes wide open. "I won't have our place turned into a slaughterhouse. My god Douglas, what were you thinking? Blood on the soil!" "Well, I'm trying to avoid going vegan - meat prices are destroying our grocery budget." Dad told her. They shot a few hard looks back and forth over the grits until Dad started chuckling. "We're getting a young doe; she may be gestating already - not sure. Made a trade with one of the guys down at the store for some backhoe work." Mom calmed down. "I'm going to be watching you!" He blew her a kiss across the table. "Rather have the cheese and yoghurt - easier than dressing them out." Dad explained that we would pick up the little doe next week, but we had to get the shed finished first, and make a safe place for her. *** Mom came out to help with the shed, and Dad whispered something to her. At noon, she came out of the house with a basket full of food and we left for the pond! Dad immediately stripped down, and we followed along. Mom wore her bikini and swam circles around Dad. We laughed and had a good time. Everything was so fun, and easy and cool. Then we sat under a tree and ate our lunch. Mom called Rod to come to her. He went and stood beside her. She put her arm around his waist and kissed him on the hip. "Aren't you just the little baby-man? What a sweet little body you have. Do you feel healthy and happy?" She patted his rear. She kissed him several times and sat him between her legs and wrapped her arms around him. "I miss being home to watch you grow up." Then she looked over at me, "Junie, how's your tummy after all those problems?" Trying to be adult and cool, "Dad and I took care of it." Dad nodded, but looked at Mom. Then, Dad said the strangest thing. "Did you tell the boys they can't touch their penises? Sheesh, honey, that's a tough rule - they're getting older and need to understand their bodies." He told Mom. "Yeah, don't want any big-league masturbators in the family - too messy." "Honey, you got to cut them some slack - they're normal and healthy. Let's say it's okay to touch once a day, how about that?" He looked over at us, smiling. "Sex offender registry if they're chasing orgasms that often. Once a month is enough. I'll mark the calendar - we'll make a night of it for five minutes. That should be plenty." Dad was laughing, and I wasn't sure if they were joking, but he suggested once a week, enforced by the battoir. He winked at us again and grinned. "Time to put your battoir away old man. They're good boys; we can manage with a time-out or something more appropriate." Mom said. That shocked Rod and me. What an idea! Life without the battoir! Go Mom! *** "Well, maybe you need some of my battoir." He squinted at Mom. "Once a month for five minutes? Cruel and unusual! I'll manage the orgasms around here, and I say at least once a day, starting now!" Dad started kissing Mom on the lips, so I gathered everything in the basket, and told Rod to get dressed; we had to go back to the house. "Why?" Rod asked. "When Dad starts kissing Mom on the mouth, that means they want private time. They're going to get naked and do sex." I told him. "I wanna watch." He said and turned to go back to where Mom and Dad were. We slipped behind some bushes and stayed really still and quiet. Dad was kissing her and tickling her so she could hardly breathe. She couldn't stop him from taking the top of her bathing suit top off. He got her pinned quick holding her arms down and kissing her some more. Then he started squeezing and rubbing her breasts, then sucking on her nipples. And he squashed her underneath him, tickling until she got the idea she couldn't fight any more. He kissed her on her neck and his hand went to his erection - he was whispering something to her. Then he was fiddling with the bottom of her bathing suit. She opened her legs and he was up on his knees between them, his erection full, waving and slinging fluid around. He looked around but didn't see us, and then he held the crotch of her bathing suit to the side and slipped his erection into Mom. The whole thing disappeared inside her, and she moaned. "Is she hurt?" Rod asked. "Nah - she didn't try to run away." I told him. We watched, awestruck as Dad's butt muscles clenched, making him look super-strong, especially when the muscles in his back tensed as he pushed himself into her. He kept shoving his penis into Mom and she was begging him for more, I think. It looked a little like they could be angry. We kept watching. They never acted like this in front of us. "You like my boys?" He asked Mom several times as he stroked. "Why don't you give me another one? C'mon, honey. One more... Please? Just one more... Please." They said something to each other, but they weren't yelling. He stopped and pulled her bathing suit bottoms off completely and threw it up in the tree limbs, and then he lifted her feet to his shoulders. Her legs were apart while he leaned over and pushed his erection inside her hard. "You better stop!" Mom said loudly. "I'll take that as a `yes.'" He was smiling, but his face began to look like he was mad. The more Mom said, "No!" the more Dad yelled, "Yes." Mom started asking Dad to stop and "pull out" but he continued and she didn't try to get away. He was excited but his face looked angry when he started moving fast - then real fast. I think he was growling. Suddenly he was very tired and Mom started laughing. He lay on top of her for a long time whispering to her and kissing her neck and she started laughing again and wiggling around. Hard to tell who won that scuffle. Rod and I ran back to the house and ditched the basket, then met Dad, shirtless, with his arm around Mom's waist by the wheelbarrow. Dad was grinning and Mom was smiling and kissing his cheek. "Back to work." He kissed Mom and picked up a shovel. We worked late into the evening, and got the entire floor level, then the walls erected and the roof adjusted to the right angle. Finally, we had a door to shut and latch in place. Our shed was simple, but good enough to keep a goat clean and sheltered. *** Mom and Dad were banging on the wall all night, but that was okay. I got off fast thinking about Dad pushing himself into Mom while my palm made best friends with my erection. I matched my strokes with Dad's thrusts knocking their bed against the wall. "Pink panties," I remembered. Mom only had white ones. I saw them on the clothesline. Hmmm.