Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2011 19:37:11 -0800 (PST) From: Markus Berger Subject: Double Wank - 3 DOUBLE WANK - 3 --------------------- For adult readers at legal places who don't mind my poor English Adult-Youth - t/b and b/t [m/b mentioned] Double-Wank by mb_stories 2011 Part 3 "I know, but hey... " he hadn't to come down here to pee and watching me jacking off ..." Jakob, or Jack, as he was called by his schoolmate gave back, shrugging. "Taking a dump -- you've said, crazy sicko! What else did you do to that poor kid? Fucked his tiny ass too, huh?" "NO ... silly ... uh, not yet ..." Jack then even started to grin and then asked me to get clad, as he was wiping his goo away from my pullover, just to make it a glistening smear there. "Don't ever dare, just let him go now, Jack ... and you don't be afraid anymore, Mark, I'll take you with my bike home," the teen up at the door said, before sliding down and then opened the door, unlocked by Jack, and was shaking his head with a smirk, as my seducer passed by and quickly rushed out of the toilet room. "Do you know me?" I asked that boy. "Sure, your mom's working at my father's plant, and I know also your brother Tom ... uh, I'm Rolf by the way; hope his goo didn't taste too bad, huh?" "Goo ...?" "Well yeah, that slimy milk he'd shot into your mouth and down your throat," Rolf explained, looking at me expectantly. "Uh-nuh ... it wasn't that bad ... actually ..." I honestly replied. "It wasn't?" "No, but if he'd asked me first, I had tried not to gag and swallow all ..." "Really? Gosh, you're quite a cool little boy ... uh, would you do that again? To another boy I mean?" "Don't know ... maybe ... but only if he's nice," I just said. "Of course ... uh, do you think I'm nice?" Rolf asked then with quite some hope in his voice. "Yeah, you are ... 'cause you've sent him away," I nodded, smiling at the 13-year-old. "Soooo great ... uh, listen: wanna see my place first before going home?" "Now?" "Yeah - my older bro isn't home yet, so it'll be just you and me," Rolf explained. "Oh ... then ... then I'd like, if you want," I a bit shyly gave back. "I surely want and would not put it too deep into your sweet little mouth and help you to nicely swallow all my spunk, not like Jack did to you though ... he's simply too rude and should better not mess around with a small kid ... you know Mark, he would have to feel his father's belt, if I'd tell him, for sure!" my thought to be savior mentioned to me. I nodded, and seeing a tented bulge in Rolf's jeans I right away had the idea, that he would like to feed me his spunk in his room, but couldn't know yet, that he and later his older brother had even more nasty things in mind with me when making me to be their obedient cum dump, in a gentle way though I could enjoy as well ... "Ouch ... do you think Jack's father would really do that? With a ... a BELT?" I suddenly had to know. "Oh yeah - he had to feel his father's belt, Mark," Rolf said again, then took my hand and brought me up and out of the school, lifted me up onto his bike behind and rode us towards his home. I though could not help but to picturing how Jack had to drop his trousers and underwear and how his long dick would jump wildly after each swat his scrawny bum would receive, when he had to feel his father's belt ... * ... to feel his father's belt ... b e l t ... b e l t ... B E L T ... B E L T ... And then already ... ... TWACK-TWACK-TWACK-TWACK-TWACK-TWACK-TWACK-TWACK ... ... it went through my mind, louder and louder ... And quite startled I suddenly could see clear again, woke up to the ongoing scene in the circus ... the acrobats down in the arena bowing after their show ... and the TWACK's before turned into the clapping applause from the people around me... including Tom and Peter who was on my bro's lap. I sighed, as the actual life bounced back, and sat, for a flash of a second remembering that I'd jumped up from the bench, protecting my still little bum with my small hands, as if there was really somebody who wanted to belt me ... but ... but ... A careful glance to my left though made everything clear, and I knew instantly that I indeed was about to get belted that very evening by my half brother Thomas, and there was not the slightest doubt about to escape that verdict, as I knew him very well ... and then I was catching myself when I'd to arrange my stiffening dick, pushing it up throu the thin shorts and almost wanted to poke out of the waistband on my left side. Worse though was the fact, that my beloved little curly blond angel wanted to witness my punishment ... he probably even would get turned on and might pull out his sweet little willy and jack it off right there, whereas I had to eat the belt's swats ... 10 at least I guessed, maybe even 15 or 20, but hopefully not too strong ones. I've never got my bum swatted till then, if with a bare hand, a paddle or a brush, and even mom didn't do that, just had threatened about and then only had pulled me on an ear or a bunch of hair, shaking me briefly, and that was it always. However, now with Tom it would become real, as he'd so far never missed a chance to execute a corporal punishment, when he was thinking I needed it, what happened almost twice a week and since months. I've told already that we had not much in common, as he was mostly outside with his playmates from school and sports, me seeing him mostly just for the meals, at nights and briefly after school, where he then would deal with me, showing me his correctional duties. Not that he really would beat me up! No -- he more took it cool and served me series of little smacks onto my face and/or mouth, what didn't hurt a lot, aside from my heart, but would sting eventually anyway. Just last week was such a situation, when we both came back at 4 pm and Tom was demanding like so often that I had to drop my trousers plus underwear and bend over. However, that day he'd already fucked me twice in the morning, first even before I could get up by tearing my pajama pants down and mounting me swiftly, after mom had called us for breakfast, before she had to leave for work, with Tom then holding me back when I was about to get ready for school, pushing me down onto the kitchen table and bumming me again and that hard, that my dick and plum nuts got badly squeezed and were expelling my slime as soon as I could feel him splattering my chute. After lunch the same day I'd thought to be spared out, but then got humped from the front by him instead, when we stood in our bedroom, his left forcefully clamped down on my bum and his right getting a tight grip on my light blond mop, pressing my face into his right shoulder, until his sperms jumped out of his hard dick together with his gushing opaque sauce and were wetting my anyway often badly soiled white (well, more yellowish then) little Y-fronts just another time. My mild complaints afterwards didn't work at all, as I'd been with a client who had done that already several times that way, what Tom knew very well and had done it then too. I though just had to search another time for a lesser stained briefs in our laundry basket, what mostly was one of his, but which had also cum stains from not wiping his cock nicely enough after he'd discharged. Another 'favor' he'd done to me just a couple weeks ago was, when he'd an extra free afternoon due to his teacher's absence. So when I came back he'd just used my pajama trousers for a nice wank into them and cream the whole front up, before putting them over the chair at the desk to dry some, or better: for me to see right away what he'd done when I was back. I was rather upset then and dared to scold him, but then he got up from his bed, approached and stood close to me with his stronger frame and a few inches taller, his bigger fists stemmed into his hips. "Get naked," he just whispered calmly. I was swallowing, but shook my head NO and tried to grip his hands and push them away, when he was about to unzip and unbutton my corduroys. SLAP That had been a fast and harder then usual hit onto my cheek, letting me respond with an angry: "Hey!" Slap ... came then a softer blow, onto my mouth though, him hissing: "Just shut up and rise your arms!" I knew I had nothing to resist anymore and got my undershirt, shirt and sweater pulled up and over my head in a single move. "Hands behind!" came his next order, what I did, whereas he opened then my trousers and again tore them with a single jerk to my ankles. "Step out and get rid of the socks too." I obeyed once more and then humiliated stood in front of him and was covering my longish thin dick, which pointed up strongly by a 30 degrees angle, but with a curve to the left, and albeit that strange situation I'd thought if it was because always carrying my stuff on the left, that my dick had a curve, since all my trousers and even Tom's, if had borrowed one, were too tight in the crotch area. "Don't be silly -- drop your hands to the sides!" I did it, and my 13 years old thin penis twitched repeatedly, its foreskin already rolled down, exposing the slightly oozing small cockhead. "Jeez ... seems that you and your something that should be a dick still like it to be under remote control, huh? But hey - otherwise I don't know really what the Johns always find so exciting about you, if I look at your tiny chicken breast with not any muscle tone or flexing on the whole wimpy body of yours ... and then that so thin dick -- it's like a wrecked banana you have there ... hihihi ..." "It's not wrecked!" I gave back, not too convinced though. "See, I can clearly hear you're not sure about that fact too, hihi ... and those low hanging nuts ... OK, not too bad, but they would serve a bull better then your childish frame ..." And then he was opening his crotch and pulled out his fatter and already totally stiff 5+-incher, asking me to get on my knees. I almost fell down, happy that my mostly a bit sore ass would remain unharmed this time, since I still had a bum-fuck date with a new costumer Tom had found for me and was said waiting near the post office afterwards, and so I eagerly opened my mouth, what I'd done till half a year before quite often to please him. "Nuh--uh; just let your puss open that way. Wanna see how much I can squirt in," he said and started to grip his cock. Yeah, HIS penis was indeed more like a real cock with its fatter and longer build and bulbous head, what matched his stronger 12 years old body quite better, at least compared to mine, who looked together with my heavy scrotum rather displaced. I knew that Tom was sexually more advanced then his classmates, and I had liked then to resume the earlier often served task to help my bro at least with a good hand job to reach a nice climax. However, the strong fist working in front of my face was just so perfect to stroke that hard late-preteen boy penis with its nuts below dancing rock 'n' roll, as Tom was speeding up then. At the other side most of my few regular costumers were men who'd badly liked to mess with even smaller and younger kids, but couldn't dare to do so and were happy to have with me a small boy and its little hand gripped around their manly tools and kneading their hairy sac, and additionally favored was my childish face and still very small bum as well as my spunky tools, delivering mature nectar for some who liked it thick, but still somewhat sweet too. "Unnghh ....mnnghhh ... mmmhhhh ... mnngghhhhh ..." And ... Splash -- splash -- splash ... dribble -- dribble ... ... landed the still a bit watery boy spunk hottly onto my face, with just some cum drops falling inside my mouth. "Don't clean, the John wants to see your face that way," he ordered, when releasing his pent up breath, before taking my undies from the floor and was cleaning his fired weapon with it, shoving the foreskin up afterwards, and putting his used tool behind its confines went out to the kitchen to get some milk from the fridge. "Hurry up now -- it's 4.30 already, and you've got just a good half hour with him and we have to be back before mom comes!" Tom was urging. Well, what to do but to obey and go? It had a kiosk aside from the post office, and Tom told me that the man there in his working clothes was the one who'd fuck me ... and I had to swallow, when seeing that huge frame of that man who'd looked like a bear or even a grizzly! I though not wondered anymore that such a picture of a man would need a boy for his sexual relief, since I had learned meanwhile, that quite some different types were interested in kids like me and therefore I'd waited eagerly, but with some worries too, when he'd bought a newspaper and then beckoned us casually to him. "You're really nice small for your age, Mark, but quite spunky it's said ... and even the older bro of Tom here?" he was asking me, his gaze dropping to my thanks the big sac quite bulged crotch, then he was stretching out his paw to me and shook my small hand -- very tenderly he did that to my surprise, before saying: "Well, I'm Anton, but you boys can call me Tony ... and you're just so perfect, Mark ... um, nice crusts you've left on his face, Tom ... hehehe. But listen; can we meet at your place another day? I've really not enough time now and don't want to get too much attraction here ..." "Uh ... we never had a John ... I mean a client at our apartment, because ..." "Don't worry about that, Tom. See, I'm an electrician and guess I just need to check your installations tomorrow. It's a Wednesday and you're free of school the whole afternoon, huh?" he asked, quite convincingly. "Well," Tom said, without consulting me, "I'll be needed very early at the soccer field tomorrow, but if you come just hard after 1 pm, I'll let you in and you could do him at least till 5, if you want." "Oh, that's great ... uh; your bro said you could take any size of cock up your tiny bum -- that's true?" the man asked me silently. Then, as I'd hesitated to admit, Tom kicked his elbow into my ribs, what let me almost collapse. "Uh ... I guess so," I then brought out with a derailed smile. "Well, let's hope that, otherwise we'd do some stretching first ... so then just after 1 pm tomorrow ... till then ... " the 'grizzly' said, blinking with a lustful gaze at me ... and my crotch. * The evening went easy, since Tom had football training, or soccer, what most of the readers here would better understand. However, after lights out by mom after 10 pm Tom sneaked into my bed and spooned me at the side by pulling my pajama trousers just down under my small melons, then asked me to clamp my thighs tightly, as he then pushed his hard strong dick between them in under my crack and along my perineum, where he just after a dozen or so thrusts let his boy spunk unload and slimily wetten my thighs and the trousers, cleaning his spat dick as usual with some fabric of my pajamas, before retrieving into his bed. I though just used his cum as extra lube and did my thin banana right afterwards throu my pajama bottom, thinking about that cute new neighbor boy Peter, what let me cum rapidly, adding some more fresh semen to the plenty of stains it had already in. Peter? * P E T E R ! And once again I came out of my thoughts and had to face the reality ... and then stood, whereas all audience still sat, and hastily left without looking back, despite Peter then asking where I'd go. I didn't care and made my way with lots of excuses to one of the aisles and then left the huge circus tent and speedy walked to the railway's main station, where I almost ran into 'grizzly', who stood near the kiosk, his back towards me and his gaze once in a while drifting to the entrance of the men's restroom. Oh no -- not again with him ! I turned and was already sure that I'd escaped, when a huge paw came heavily down on my small shoulder, stopping me instantly. "Heja Mark -- what a joy to see you here! Missed the train and need a ride back home in my VW bug, huh?" Shit -- I was busted and felt already sorry for me and my poor little asshole, because ... well, that Wednesday afternoon a couple weeks ago, when that 'grizzly' named Tony came to our apartment. Gosh, at first I was thinking he would be just nice ... uh, he in fact was, when asking me to get clad with my PJ's and then was kissing and feeling me up all over and praised the plenty cum stains I had on the front as well as the back, and he'd wanked me nicely and let it squirt into my pajama trousers the way he wanted it to happen, so that he could lift them up right afterwards and see my still a bit throbbing thin wiener or banana and the mess its vomited cum had made. However, it then became rather paradox or weird, when I had to understand that he needed to punish me a bit for messing up my PJ's, what he'd said I surely couldn't understand, but had to learn that it was just a game, prompting him to cum more nicely afterwards ... into my reddish glowing bum ... and all that with a dick that had the size of a beer can, well, almost, with 2 inches across, albeit below say 6 inches in lenght, huge enough to leave my screaming mouth gaping open the whole procedure the way my almost ripped off, cum dripping bum hole afterwards was ! "Uh, thanks Tony, but I ... well, I guess I'll wait for the train ..." "Oh come-on, that takes you more then 40 minutes to wait, and we could have a nice little time together ... I know an abandoned hut somewhere on a side road, and I'll pay you the double this time ... I won't tell Tom, so it all would be for you -- want?" he tried, stretching his paw out to me. I sighed, squeezed my little bum melons for a moment to test my soon to crash sphincter ... and slowly let my small hand slip into his, then was quickly marched away by him to the parking lot behind the main station, when unexpectedly ... "Hey Tony, take us up with you too!" It was Tom with Peter at his hand, both looking sternly at me, 'cause ... damn' yeah: *I* had the train tickets and the house key, but thought then the very same moment, that Tony surely couldn't do to me what he'd in mind, with that little peter around, whereas ... shit, that meant then that my belting would become faster then thought true instead. [] END OF PART 3 []