Date: Sun, 03 Oct 2004 15:08:22 +0000
From: Elerian <elerian1@comcast.net>
Subject: Aaron's New Family

This story is a work of fiction. If it offends you or if it is illegal
where you live to read stories about teenage boys in sexual situations,
incest, or severe spankings, stop reading now.

Copyright 2004 Elerian Mordrell. All rights reserved. Reprint or repost in
any medium without author's permission is forbidden.

Comments to elerian1@comcast.net are welcome and will be acknowledged.


Author's note: I want to thank my inspiration from the bottom of my
heart. He knows who he is. Any man would be proud to call him son.



			    Aaron's New Family


Steve looked at the ticket. He looked at the newspaper. Then back at the
ticket. No, right? His eyes were messed up. Or he was dreaming. Or
something. This couldn't be right.

He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. Pinched his arm. Then he opened his
eyes again. He lifted the Powerball ticket in front of his eyes.
02-16-34-45-49-52. Powerball number, 47. He looked at the newspaper again.
02-16-34-45-49-52. Powerball, 47. He checked the dates on the ticket and in
the newspaper. Both carried the same dates for the drawing, May 15.

"Nathaniel!" Steve hollered. "Get in here!"

"What is it, Dad?" Nathan came to the door of Steve's bedroom, looking
nervous. Usually Steve only called him Nathaniel when he was in trouble.
God how Steve hated this shitty little apartment. But he did love his son.
Nathan was 14. He was adorable, especially to Steve's boyloving eye. The
boy was tall and blond, with sparkling blue eyes and braces. He had his
father's nearly aquiline features, with a small turned-up nose and a spray
of freckles. His body was firm and athletic from soccer---Steve was
constantly amazed at how much he could eat and never gain a pound.

"Dad?" asked Nathan. He sounded a little worried. Steve realized he'd been
daydreaming, holding a lottery ticket worth ... he glanced at the paper and
his eyes widened. The ticket was worth just over $75 million, in cash.
After taxes, that worked out to about ...

"Fifty-five million dollars!" Steve screamed.

"Wh-What?"

"We won the lottery, Nathan! We're rich! Come here and give me a hug!"

Nathan sidled over to him, in shock, and put his arms around his dad's
middle. But Steve grabbed him in a bear hug and lifted him off the floor,
yelling incoherently. The boy giggled and hugged back, even though he still
didn't really know what was happening.

Rich, we're rich, thought Steve. We can finally move out of this goddamned
place. I can give Nathan a better life. I can get that BMW M5 I've always
wanted. We can travel. Maybe ... maybe live abroad. Why not? There was
nothing holding them here. Neither one of them had any family to speak of
except each other. Steve's job wasn't going to be an issue anymore. And
Nathan didn't have many friends. Certainly no one he would shed a tear over
leaving, at least Steve didn't think so. Why not just pick up and go? Well,
after he picked up one more thing--a check.

Where, though? Somewhere he could have a huge yard ... build a soccer field
for Nathan. And perhaps indulge a fantasy or two. What about ... Australia?
Plenty of land there.

Yes, moving to another country was starting to sound pretty good.

"Nathan," he said, "we're moving to Australia."

"Wow, really? Awesome!"

Nathan planted a kiss square on Steve's lips. Forgetting the lottery for
the moment, Steve kissed him back, running his tongue over Nathan's lips
until they parted to let him in. Both of them excited now, Steve shifted
Nathan to a fireman's grip and began to kiss him in earnest. Nathan was
wearing a red rayon muscle shirt and black soccer shorts that came to just
above his knees. It was an outfit that always got Steve excited, and his
son knew it. He loved the boy's scent, boyish yet masculine, and fresh and
clean.

Steve broke the kiss and looked at his son. "I can't believe you love me
like this," he whispered.

"I always have, Dad."

Steve looked and could see Nathan's cock straining at his shorts. He knew
Nathan loved to be kissed and held like this, and it was obvious the effect
it was having on him. "Come on," Steve said, "I want to take care of that."

"Okay," giggled Nathan.

Steve carried his hot, sexy son to his own bedroom and deposited him gently
on the bed. Then he reached down and started to pull up the boy's shirt,
exposing his flat stomach and teenaged chest. The boy didn't even have a
whisper of hair anywhere above the waist, though Steve knew that would
change soon enough. Nathan raised his back to help his dad get his shirt
off.

Then Steve started to pull down Nathan's shorts. He was naked beneath
them. He pulled the shorts over the boy's already bare feet. Nathan was now
completely naked, and his glorious five-inch uncut cock throbbed away from
his smooth skin, already leaking pre-cum. Steve reached down to his son's
cock and slowly pulled the foreskin back, exposing the purplish head. He
leaned down and licked the clear drop from his son's piss-slit as the boy
moaned.

Steve's mouth engulfed Nathan's cock. He slid his lips all the way down the
shaft until the entire cock was buried, his nose nestled in Nathan's soft,
light brown bush of adolescent pubic hair. He raised his head until only
the gland of Nathan's penis was in his mouth, and sucked. He sucked the
entire penis into his mouth again, and repeated the process until he'd
built up a steady rhythm, his son's youthful back arching in response.

Soon Steve knew his son was about to cum. He stopped his ministrations. As
the boy began to spurt, Steve pulled the boy's foreskin back over the head
of his penis, then pinched it shut. Nathan moaned in excruciating
pleasure. Steve could feel the boy's seed spurt three times, four, as it
filled the skin-condom Steve had created. He reached down with his other
hand and gently wanked the boy off until he was sure Nathan had cum his
last drop. Then he leaned over again and released the boy's foreskin. He
snaked out his eager tongue and stuck it inside the skin, licking all
around the head, cleaning it of its load of luscious boycum. He loved the
taste of his boy's sperm. Once he thought he'd gotten most of the cum, he
skinned the boy back again and made sure.

"God, Dad, that was amazing," said Nathan.

"Did you like it? I've been wanting to try it. Aren't you glad now I never
had you circumcised?"

"Yes, oh yes." Nathan paused a second. "Dad, will you fuck me? I want you
to fuck me."

"Yes, son, I thought you'd never ask."

Steve quickly undressed and found the tube of Astro-Glide on the
nightstand. He slathered the thin, incredibly slippery lubricant all over
three of his fingers, then turned his son over until he was on his hands
and knees. He took the lube and rubbed it all over the boy's smooth,
hairless ass crack, paying special attention to the pink rosebud. He slowly
inserted one finger in the boy's ass as Nathan bore down to give him easier
access. This wasn't the first time they'd done this, and it just kept
getting better. Soon Steve had first two, then three finger's in his boy's
anus. Nathan moaned in impatience.

"I want your cock in me!" he exclaimed.

Eager to comply, Steve lubed his seven-inch uncut man-cock well, then
climbed on the bed. He positioned himself behind his son, and slowly moved
forward until his cockhead made contact with the boy's hole. He began to
push in. Nathan didn't want to go slow. He pushed back, and Steve's cock
slid all the way in his boy with a heavenly friction. God his son was
tight. And just looking at his smooth ass was almost enough to make Steve
cum. He began to pump. He slid in and out. His face was screwed up in the
pleasure of the feeling, and Nathan cried out each time Steve's thick cock
massaged the boy's young prostate gland. Steve sped up, pumping faster and
faster. Nathan's hard cock began to spew his boycum on the
bedclothes. Feeling his son's pulsing prostate as he came was the last
straw ... Steve felt his own load gush into his boy's willing ass. "Oh God!
Son!" he cried.

He pulled out of his son and lay beside him, holding him, not caring that
he was lying in his boy's sperm. "I love you so much, Nathan. I love you."

"I love you too Dad. I'm very glad you're my dad," he whispered, smiling at
the rhyme.

"Hey, kid, I just thought of something."

"What's that?"

"We're rich." And Steve's face broke into a huge grin.

"I was already rich, Dad. I've got you." Nathan lay his head on Steve's
chest, and went to sleep.

Nearly crying, his heart filled with love and good fortune, Steve followed
suit.

						* * *

Steve was now a rich man ... money-wise, that is. He'd gotten his check
from the lottery commission, contacted a local trust office, and had
everything arranged for him. He had a spending account tied to a special
credit/debit card. He had money market accounts and brokerage accounts set
up to bring in income and capital growth. He'd set up a $5 million trust
fund for Nathan, so he could do just about anything he wanted when he was
old enough.

He'd taken Nathan on a shopping spree, let him get anything he
wanted. Nathan happily went from store to store, picking out clothes,
sports equipment, video games. The only restriction Steve put on him was
that he had to limit himself to what they could fit on the plane.

"Are we going first-class, Dad?" Nathan wanted to know.

"You bet, kiddo. And not just any old first class, either. We're chartering
a private jet, all to ourselves."

"Wow! Will it have food?"

Steve laughed. "That's just like you, always thinking with your
stomach. Tell you what, I'll call them today and make sure they've got a
fancy spread waiting for when we take off. That suit you?"

"Yes!" Nathan ran to his dad and threw his arms around his waist. Steve
bent down to kiss the boy's cheek, and got one in return. "I can't wait,
Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, son."

					* * *

Father and son had been in Australia for about three weeks, living in a
swanky hotel. Steve liked it all right, but he was getting a little
antsy. As big and lavish as their suite was, he just couldn't help being
reminded of their little two-bedroom apartment back in the States. Nathan
seemed to be having a good time, though ... when the two weren't making
love, the boy spent most of his time in the hotel pool, where he seemed to
have made friends out of triplet brothers who also lived here with their
parents.

Steve had made all the arrangements to have a house built. It was going to
be a masterpiece—a five bedroom mansion with gourmet kitchen, huge
bathrooms, palatial bedrooms, a game room, and a large patio out back with
Olympic-size swimming pool and sunken Jacuzzi. All in all, the house was
just under 10,000 square feet, and it was situated on 60 acres of
beautiful, rolling topography. There was a two-acre flat area just out back
of the house, perfect for a soccer field. As soon as construction was
complete, Steve planned to install a soccer goal at each end for Nathan and
his new friends from school.

But the best part was that the acreage was completely isolated—there wasn't
a neighbor for three miles, but even if there had been, Steve could have
strolled about his entire property naked and no one would ever see, unless
they happened to be buzzing overhead with a helicopter. And he fully
intended to be naked as much as possible, and he knew Nathan would be doing
the same. Steve hoped Nathan's young friends would come over and there
would be large naked soccer games, with Steve sitting happily in his lounge
chair, watching intently.

One night, Steve was feeling particularly restless. After a bout of
lovemaking, Nathan had fallen fast asleep, but Steve wasn't so lucky. He
disentangled himself from his son and paced around the suite for a bit. He
tried to watch TV, but there was nothing on. That was one thing he did miss
about the States.

Finally, he decided to go for a drive and visit the construction site. It
wouldn't be liveable for the next month or so, but the contractors were
making definite progress. It would be cool to take his new M5 out to the
country and look at the site in the dead of night. He checked on Nathan,
tucked him in more carefully, then dressed and got his wallet and keys.

As he drove, he thought about how lucky he was. He had a wonderful son, a
lot of money, and virtually no care in the world. His health was good
(thanks to his son making him quit smoking), and his love life was
fulfilling. He knew it might not always be this way, so he knew to treasure
each moment as it happened.

Steve reached the construction site of his new home. He drove up the long
dirt driveway, not yet paved. His xenon headlights illuminated trees and
shrubs in haphazard shapes, and he thought he would leave them the way they
were ... he liked the wildness of them. Of course, he'd get a landscaper in
to clean up closer to the house.

There it was. The incomplete house looked mammoth silhouetted against the
moonlit sky. It rather reminded him of the second Death Star in Return of
the Jedi, even though the shape was of course completely different. Steve
got out of his car and strode closer to the structure, filling his lungs
with cool, clear night air. He walked around to the back of the house,
being careful to avoid tools and tarps that any contractors may have
carelessly left lying about.

Suddenly, he stopped. He heard a noise. Was it an animal? Steve braced
himself, ready to break for the car should anything strange pop out at
him. But no ... it didn't sound like an animal. It sounded ... human. Like
a human weeping. Like a child.

Steve traced the sound. It seemed to be coming from inside the house. He
moved slowly, not wanting to spook whoever was crying, until he got to one
of the plastic-covered window holes. It was very dark inside, and he
couldn't see anything.

"Mister?" the voice came from behind him.

Steve jumped, quite startled. But he turned and regarded the owner of the
voice. It was a boy, about 13 or 14, small. Steve couldn't really make out
his features in the moonlight.

"Y-yes? I'm sorry, boy, you startled me. What are you doing out here so
late at night? You're not vandalizing the place, are you?"

"No, mister, I'm sorry. Is this your house?"

"Well, it will be, yes. You didn't answer my question. What are you doing
here?"

"I ... I didn't have any place else to go. Mister, have you got anything to
eat? If you've got something, I'll just take it and go. I can find another
place for the night."

"Wait, you're homeless? What about your parents?"

"They don't love me. They kicked me out. They didn't want a homo for a
son." The boy began to cry again.

"Hang on, it's okay, don't cry, kiddo," Steve reached out to the boy, his
heart wrenching. "Look, you can't sleep here. It's dangerous. But I've got
a son just about your age back at the hotel. Why don't you come back and
stay the night, and we'll try to get this sorted out in the morning? Huh?
What do you say?"

"I don't know ..."

"Listen, I've got a ton of food back at the hotel. We'll wake Nathan up and
have a feast. He's always ready to eat."

"Your son's name is Nathan?"

"Yes, why?"

"Nothing ... no reason. Okay. I'm real hungry, mister."

"Well, good. We'll get you fed. Listen, call me Steve, all right? And
what's your name?"

"I'm Aaron."

Steve stuck out his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Aaron. Now, let's get to
the car. It's getting a little chilly out."

"All right."

The two walked back to the car, Aaron keeping a safe distance from
Steve. Amused, Steve set a good pace until they got back to the BMW. Steve
unlocked the car and they got in.

"Pretty nice car," said Aaron respectfully.

"You interested in cars?"

"No, not really."

"Oh, that's all right. Neither is Nathan. I think you're the first two boys
I've met that haven't been. You should get along great."

Aaron giggled slightly at that. Steve turned to get a look at the boy by
the illumination of the interior dome light. Steve sucked in his breath
... the boy was strikingly beautiful. His strawberry blond hair topped his
head in a straight, short haircut, parted in the middle. His ocean-blue
eyes shone with intelligence and imagination, and his features were
pubescent, though they were still very boyish. His cheekbones were strong
and slim. Steve thought this might be the first boy he'd ever seen that
rivaled his own son's beauty. The boy was not dressed warmly; he only had
on a white t-shirt and red shorts that came to about his mid thigh. His
legs were lovely ... hairless and smooth. His knees were shapely and looked
quite sensual. Steve drank in this boy's body with his hungry eyes.

"Wow ..." he said aloud.

"What?" asked Aaron, noticing the stare now.

"You're ... you're gorgeous," Steve breathed.

"I am?" The boy looked down at himself doubtfully. "Well, the girls at
school are always coming on to me. But I don't care too much about that."

"Trust me, you're beautiful."

"Well, thank you. Look, can we go? I appreciate your offer, but I'm cold
and I'm really hungry." The boy placed his hand on Steve's arm.

"Oh, sorry, Aaron. You bet." Steve turned the key, relishing the sound of
the powerful engine, and cranked up the heat before backing down the
driveway.

					* * *

When they got back to the hotel, Nathan was pacing around the apartment,
wearing only his boxer shorts, nearly beside himself with worry. He ran to
the door as Steve opened it and threw his arms about his father.

"Dad! Where have you been? I was so ..." Nathan caught sight of Aaron,
shyly walking in the room close behind Steve.

"Hi, Son," said Steve. "Sorry to worry you. I couldn't sleep, so I took a
drive to the construction site. You looked so peaceful sleeping that I
didn't want to wake you. I didn't figure I'd be gone so long."

"Who's that, Dad?"

"Oh, forgive me. Nathan, meet Aaron. Aaron, this is my son, Nathan. I found
Aaron at the house. He doesn't have a place to stay, so I invited him to
our place for the night."

"Hi, Aaron." Nathan stuck out his hand politely, though Steve thought he
saw a little wariness behind his eyes.

"Hello, Nathan." Aaron shook the offered hand. "Boy, your dad was
right. You are cute."

"Why, thanks. You're not so bad yourself." Nathan and Aaron were still
holding the other's hand, looking dreamily at each other, when Nathan
finally said, "Hey, are you hungry? I sure am."

Steve laughed. "Told you, Aaron."

Aaron allowed that he could probably eat something, and the two boys
scampered off to the kitchen to see what was in stock. Five minutes later,
each had made a huge sandwich, microwaved some french fries, and poured
tall glasses of Barq's root beer. "Do you want anything, Dad?" called
Nathan.

"No thanks, son. If I eat anything now, I won't sleep a wink."

As the boys ate, and talked, and laughed together, Steve busied himself
deciding what to do about Aaron. He figured he would call the boy's parents
in the morning, and see if he could get their permission to let Aaron stay
on a long-term basis. He didn't want to get the courts involved if he could
avoid it, as he had really no idea of the local laws or customs in this
country. He drew up a short document that he would fax to his parents for
them to sign. It probably wouldn't hold up in court if it came to it, but
it was a start. And if that didn't work, he resolved to retain a local
lawyer.

Surprised, Steve stopped for a moment. He had just met this boy, and had
basically already decided to take him in. Oh well, he thought. I suppose I
took the plunge when I asked him back to the hotel. And Aaron and Nathan
seemed to be getting on famously.

Presently, the two boys finished eating and said they were going to
Nathan's room to play video games until they got sleepy. About an hour
later, they came to Steve hand in hand, Nathan leading the way.

"Dad?"

"What is it, son?"

"Can Aaron sleep in my bed with me tonight? It's such a huge bed. Plus I
don't think he should sleep on the couch tonight."

"Well, what do you think, Aaron? Is that all right with you?" Steve looked
in Aaron's beautiful ocean-blue eyes, and knew that he loved this boy
already.

"If it's all right with you, Steve, I'd like it very much."

"All right then. You two get off to bed now. I'm going to do the same."
Steve reached out to hug them both at the same time. They returned the hug
and went back to Nathan's room.

A little while later Steve got up to go to bed himself. As he passed
Nathan's room, he heard soft moaning from behind the closed door. Curious,
Steve quietly opened the door ... and got an eyeful. Nathan was on top of
Aaron, pumping in and out of the boy's ass, as Aaron lay on his back, his
legs up in the air and his teenage cock hard and leaking.

Steve licked his lips at the sight. Oh yes, these boys would get along just
fine. Steve was very glad he'd decided to take that drive tonight. He
gently closed the door and left them to it.

It was about five in the morning when Steve awoke to someone kissing his
lips. He moaned and opened his eyes, and there was beautiful Aaron, naked,
kissing him. Immediately aroused, Steve returned the kiss and thrust his
tongue inside the boy's eager mouth.

Aaron broke the kiss. "I just wanted to show you how much I appreciated you
letting me come and stay with you for the night. I know I'll probably have
to leave tomorrow, but this was one of the best nights of my life. Thank
you." He kissed Steve again.

"Wait. Who said anything about your leaving?"

"But ... you said it was just for the night, didn't you? I don't want to be
a burden."

"Boy, that is the last thing you are. I want you to stay as long as you
want to. Besides, I think I'd have some serious explaining to do to my son
if I were to let you go. He seems to have taken a real shine to you."

"Yes, I like him too. Are you saying ... are you saying I can stay with
you?"

"I would really love it if you would. I'm going to call your folks in the
morning and see if they'll let you stay with me for a long time."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem. They don't want to have anything to do
with me. Still, I think my mom will be happy that someone's looking after
me."

"Well, then I will do just that. Would you like to be my new son? And
Nathan's new brother?"

The boy threw his arms around my neck. "Oh, yes, that would be so
wonderful. I love you ... Dad."

"I love you too, my new son."

Aaron started to kiss Steve again, this time more urgently. The man ran his
tongue over the boy's braces as they moaned into each other's
mouth. Aaron's hard boy penis ground into Steve's own hardening cock. Steve
could feel their precum mixing together. Slowly, Aaron kissed his way down
Steve's chest until he reached his new dad's uncut cock. He took it in his
mouth and began to suck.

"Oh, God, that feels so good," Steve breathed. Aaron then turned his body
until his five-inch uncut boycock was an inch from Steve's face. Crazed
with lust, he sucked the entire shaft into his wet mouth and sucked as if
his life depended on it. Each caught the other's rhythm, and sucked in
harmony until they were each spewing their load into the other's
mouth. Steve drank of his new boy's seed greedily, and Aaron did the same.

After, Aaron turned and snuggled up to Steve in his bed, already nearly
asleep. Steve was exhausted, so held the boy close and closed his eyes.

What he didn't see was Nathan, standing at the bedroom door, a nearly
imperceptible scowl on his young face.

					* * *

Three months passed; the house was finished. Steve had called Aaron's
parents and they were only too happy to let the boy stay. Steve did get a
visit from the boy's mother, he supposed she wanted to see what kind of man
was going to adopt her gay, misunderstood son. She'd seemed satisfied, and
Steve had heard nothing more from her. Neither had Aaron.

The three of them had moved into the house. Aaron and Nathan were delighted
with the place—it was huge, and had everything a boy could want. Steve
enrolled them in the local high-school, and was happy to find out that the
school required uniforms ... with above the knee shorts.

Steve had the soccer goals installed, and the boys had many soccer matches
on the field. On a typical day, as many as two dozen boys might come to the
house to play and swim and eat. It didn't bother Steve—Aaron and Nathan
insisted that all the boys play soccer and swim naked. And the boys
did. And Steve would sit out back on the lounge chair with a margarita,
naked himself, watching scores of naked boys cavort and caper. He always
kept a towel handy in case it became too much for his cock and it raised
its head to see what was going on.

He'd taken Aaron shopping to get him everything he needed—furniture,
clothes, video games, school supplies, sports equipment. On one such
shopping trip, Steve came upon Aaron looking wistfully at a large stereo
system replete with CD and Mp3 players, graphic equalizer, and 200 watts of
power. It was a really nice system.

"So, son, do you want that?"

"Oh, no, I couldn't." He pointed at the price tag. "It's way too much."

Steve put an arm around the boy's shoulders. "Don't worry, kiddo. I got it
covered. I told you I wanted you to have everything you wanted, and I meant
it."

Aaron turned to Steve and hugged him, trying to hide the tears in his
eyes. "Why are you so good to me, Dad?"

"Because I love you, son."

"I love you too." Aaron pulled away a moment. "I just thought of
something."

"What's that?"

"Won't Nathan be jealous when I bring this home?"

"Well, I expect you to share everything with your brother, you know that."
Still, Steve thought the boy might have a point. Something about Nathan had
been bothering him lately. But he couldn't quite put his finger on
it. "Well, if Nathan wants one of these, I'll come right out and get him
one. How's that?"

Aaron's winning smile shone out. "I think that's great."

					* * *

The next day, the moment Steve had been dreading finally happened. He got a
call from Aaron and Nathan's school.

"Mr. Thornton?"

"Yes, speaking. Who's this?"

"This is Amanda Miller from Queensland Academy. Your son is Aaron Thornton,
correct?"

"Yes, is anything the matter?"

"Well, we have a random locker search policy here, as I'm sure you're
aware, and today your son's locker was searched."

Uh-oh, Steve thought. "Yes, and?"

"We found a small quantity of marijuana. As a precaution, we searched your
son Nathan's locker as well, but there was no contraband."

"Oh God. All right. What disciplinary action will you take?"

"We feel that discipline is best left to the parents; still, we have
suspended Aaron for two weeks. Can you come pick him up?"

"Yes, of course. I'll be right there."

Steve drove to the school and wordlessly picked up Aaron. They drove back
in silence for about ten minutes, until Steve said, "Aaron, I'm very
disappointed in you."

"But Dad ..."

"No, wait. Let me say this. I know pot isn't necessarily the worst thing
you could be doing, but I wish you'd come to me to talk about it. I don't
approve of any drugs, and I won't have my sons using them. Do you
understand?"

Aaron nodded, looking miserable.

"Now, I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished for this."

"Dad ... it wasn't mine."

"Aaron, it hurts me more than you know that you would lie to me about
this. I thought you trusted me. I'm afraid that will only add to your
punishment. Now I don't want to hear anything more out of you for the time
being."

Aaron tried to speak up again, but Steve shook his head, and the boy
relented and fell silent. He was crying silently. It tore Steve's heart in
two to see the boy like this, but he had to learn that doing drugs and
lying about doing them was wrong, and that there were consequences.

When they got to the house, Steve led Aaron down to the basement. The boy
was really crying now, pleading for Steve to please listen to him.

"I'm sorry, kiddo. You've been a bad boy, and you have to be punished so
you can be good again. Believe me, Nathan too has had to be punished in the
past, and will have to be again. You must believe that this is for your own
good."

When Steve had had the house built, he'd had a special room installed. It
was soundproofed. In it was a special machine that Steve had
special-ordered from a little-known company, innocuously called
Child-Tech. It was a new machine that had cost nearly $200,000. But Steve
felt it was well-worth the expense. It was a spanking machine. When Steve
and Aaron got to the spanking room, the boy got a look at the machine for
the first time. It was an ugly contraption that nearly filled the room. It
consisted of an unpadded metal table and a robotic arm that could be fitted
with any number of attachments, most of which hung on the wall. The arm was
connected to a large, boxy device that consisted of the robot's circuits as
well as a powerful pneumatic motor. On the opposite wall, there was a
control panel. The table was fitted with restraints, and could be raised
and lowered at any angle.

"All right, son. I know this looks scary, but the machine is just a
high-tech spanking device. You've messed up, and you have to be
punished. Take off your clothes."

Weeping, Aaron obeyed.

"Now, go lie on the table, face down."

Aaron did so. As he lay on the cold table, there was a whirring sound and
the straps circled his wrists, middle, and ankles so he couldn't
move. Steve touched a button, and the table rose to a 45-degree angle.

"This was a serious offense, Aaron. I think your punishment should be
... 200 swats with a leather strop."

"Oh, God," Aaron whimpered.

"Just hold still. I hate this cliche, but please believe it: This is going
to hurt me more than it hurts you. I love you, Aaron."

Steve went to the robotic arm and fitted the strop to its appendage. Then
he went back to the control panel. He keyed in a few entries, then pressed
the "Execute" button.

The machinery began to cycle up. Aaron closed his eyes.

THWACK! The robotic arm delivered a powerful swat to the boy's exposed
buttocks. He cried out in pain and surprise. THWACK! THWACK! The machine
delivered spank after spank in perfect rhythm, each exactly the same
strength as the one before it. Aaron's ass was turning an alarming shade of
red, but the machine knew no mercy and continued its ministrations. Aaron
cried out with each impact, sobbing in pain.

Standing by the control panel, Steve struggled to keep back his own
tears. He knew this was best for the boy, but his thumb still hovered by
the "Abort" button. He didn't want it to go on. But he stayed strong for
his son.

Eventually, it was over. The machine finished its 200 spanks and moved back
to its standby position, inert. Aaron was sobbing uncontrollably. Steve
released the straps and went to the boy.

"Aaron, oh Aaron, you're a good boy again now. I love you. I love you so
much." Steve took a cool washcloth from the nearby refrigerator and gently
rubbed Aaron's angry-red bottom with it. He held the boy as his sobs slowly
subsided to hiccups, then stopped entirely.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he whispered.

"I know, son. I forgive you. It's all behind us now. Why don't you get your
clothes and go get cleaned up. I'll make us something special for dinner."

"Steak nachos?" the boy asked hopefully.

Steve chuckled. "You got it, son. Now go on."

Aaron got up gingerly, got his clothes, and headed upstairs.

When he was gone, Steve lay down on the table himself and wept with grief.

Later, Steve called Nathan inside. "Hey son, I have something I want to
talk to you about."

"All right, Dad, what is it?"

"I had to punish Aaron for what he did today. I want you to be extra nice
to him tonight, all right?"

"Um, okay, Dad."

"Good. He's been through a lot in his life, and it really hurt me to spank
him. But he needed it. Also, can you look out for him at school and stuff?
Make sure he's not getting into too much trouble?"

"I'll try."

"Good boy. Come give your old man a hug," Steve said. Nathan did so, but as
he had on the first night he'd brought Aaron home, Steve thought he saw a
peculiar look in Nathan's eyes.

					* * *

But Aaron apparently hadn't learned his lesson. Two more times over the
next month the school called him. Once they found cigarettes. Another time
it was liquor. Each time, Steve punished him using the machine, but each
time he'd increased the punishment more. Aaron didn't try to tell him that
he hadn't done the things he'd been caught doing, and Steve was glad. Even
so, he thought there might be a serious problem. He thought it might be
time to look into counseling for his new son.

One day, Steve was out puttering in the yard, and he caught sight of
something strange. One of the boys' friends, Chad, was in a secluded part
of the yard, talking urgently with Nathan. Steve tolerated Chad, though he
didn't really like him. There seemed to be an aura of defiance and trouble
about the boy, and Steve always watched him closely when he was in the
house.

From Steve's vantage point behind a shrub, the boys couldn't see him, but
he could see them. Steve watched as Nathan passed the other boy what looked
like a few bills. Then he watched in horror as Chad passed something
back—it looked like a baggie filled with some green substance.

Suddenly everything fell into place. It had been Nathan all along. Nathan
had planted the stuff in Aaron's locker so he would be punished. But why?
Well, he was going to find out, right now.

Steve exited his hiding place and stalked over to the boys. "Chad," he
intoned, "Go home right now. You're not welcome here anymore."

"But Mr. Thornton, I don't have a ride ..."

Steve held up his hand. "I don't care right now. You can walk. It's not
that far. You should make it by nightfall. Now please leave."

As Chad turned to go, crestfallen, Steve whirled on Nathan. "Give me what
you've got," he ordered.

Nathan was looking at his feet. Wordlessly, he handed over the baggie.

"Nathan, I'm ... I'm beyond words right now. Let's go inside. I want to
talk to you before I decide on your punishment."

Steve turned and strode toward the house, Nathan a few steps behind. When
they got inside, Steve led the boy to his study and shut the door behind
them. When they'd sat down, he said, "I know what you've done. I know you
put that stuff in Aaron's locker so he'd get punished. What I don't know is
why. And I want you to tell me. Now."

"Dad ... you don't make love to me anymore. That's why. You only do it with
him."

Steve was stunned, but he thought back. Nathan was right. Since Aaron had
come to live with them, Steve couldn't remember ever having made love to
Nathan.

"Why haven't you come to me about this instead of trying to hurt Aaron?"

"I don't know ... I thought if you thought he was bad, you'd start to like
me more again."

"Oh Nathan, I am sorry. I never meant for you to feel jealous. That was an
error on my part. I thought ... I don't know what I thought. Maybe that you
were having more fun with boys your own age. I didn't want to pressure you
to make love if you didn't want to. But I still like you ... I love
you. You're my son, and that will never change. And if you still want to
make love, we still can. But this is unacceptable. You've hurt your brother
gravely, and you must be punished."

"I know." Nathan looked down and began to cry.

"I think Aaron needs to know about this, don't you? I think we should all
have a hand in deciding your punishment."

"I guess," Nathan sobbed.

"All right, let's get him in here." Steve walked outside and called Aaron
over from the soccer game.

"What's up, Dad?"

"I need you inside for a few minutes. Actually, it might take longer than
that. Can you send the boys home?"

"Am I in trouble again?" Aaron looked very scared, and Steve's heart went
out to him.

"Nope, I promise. Just send the kids home, okay?"

"Sure, no problem." Aaron ran back to the soccer field and gathered the
boys about him. Soon 25 naked boys were gathering up their clothing,
running to bikes, or calling their parents on their cellphones. Satisfied,
Steve waited for Aaron to come back and slung an arm about his shoulders
companionably.

"We're going to the study. Nate's there. He has something he wants to tell
you."

"Um, okay," said Aaron slowly.

When they got back to the study, Aaron saw immediately that Nathan had been
crying. He immediately went and hugged him. "What's wrong, Nate?" he asked.

Nathan didn't answer, and Steve broke the silence. "Nathaniel's got
something to tell you, Aaron. Don't you?"

Nathan took a deep breath. "Y- yes. Aaron, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Aaron wanted to know.

"It ... it was me who put all that stuff in your locker. To get you in
trouble."

"Oh that. Yeah, I know."

Now Steve and Nathan both had stunned looks on their faces. "What?" they
both said together.

"Yeah. I figured it out after the first time. Nathan was jealous of me. And
he's got every right to be, I guess. I sort of came here without
warning. So I just sort of took the punishment. After all, my life is great
now. I've got a dad and a brother who loves me, and I love you both back. I
know Nate loves me, he just needed ... well, I don't know what he
needed. But I figured it was a small price to pay, so I just took it. Plus,
I didn't want to tell you, Dad, that I hadn't done it again. You wouldn't
believe me."

Steve slapped his forehead in disgust at his own stupidity. "Oh God, Aaron,
I'm sorry."

Aaron shrugged. "It's okay. I understand."

"I can't believe you knew. You could have proved it. Why didn't you?"
Nathan asked, still shocked.

"Like I said, I love you. It's all right." With that, Aaron kissed Nathan
on the lips.

"All right, boys, I think it's time we decided on Nathan's punishment. He's
to be spanked, of course, but I don't think that's sufficient by itself
this time. What do you think Aaron?"

Aaron thought for a moment, then spoke ...

					* * *

Later, the three of them were in the spanking room. Nathan was strapped to
the table, and it was up at a 60-degree angle. A heavy leather belt was
fitted to the robotic arm of the machine. Aaron and Steve both stood by the
control panel. All three were naked.

Nathan was scared, but he wasn't crying yet. Steve keyed in "350" into the
machine's input, then pressed "Execute."

The arm whirred to life. It positioned itself, then without ceremony,
CRACK! The belt whistled through the air and smacked into Nathan's
ass. There was a large red welt visible as the belt repositioned
itself. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Soon a latticework of welts rose itself on the
boy's bottom. Nathan was crying in pain now. CRACK! Each time the machine
struck, Nathan jumped and squealed. Merciless, the machine continued, and
continued, and continued. Steve and Aaron held each other as they
watched. Tears streamed down Aaron's face, but he didn't turn away.

Now, Nathan's bottom was a mass of red, inflamed tissue. A small trickle of
blood issued from the worst welt. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The machine
continued until each of the 350 spanks had been delivered.

Finally, thankfully, it was over.

Both Steve and Aaron went to the boy. They released him, swaddled him with
cool washcloths, cuddled him, kissed him, comforted him. He cried
uncontrollably, and kept sobbing, "I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry
Aaron. I love you." They both shhh'd him and hugged him.

"Now it's almost over, Nathan," said Steve. "There's just one thing more
you have to do."

				* * *

They went to Steve's bedroom. There were straps tied to the wall, just
about the height of Nathan's arms had he raised them above his head. As
Steve watched, Aaron tied his brothers wrists securely in the straps, so
Nathan couldn't move. When he was finished, Nathan was strapped to the wall
with his arms raised, facing the bed.

Then, Aaron on Steve began to make love.

Steve began by taking a warm bottle of vanilla-scented massage oil. He used
to gently rub Aaron's shoulders, and back, and buttocks, and the backs of
his thighs and calves, down to the boy's feet. Back and forth he massaged,
using his strong and gentle hands to work out any kinks the boy had in his
muscles. Aaron purred in pleasure.

Nathan watched.

Then, Steve flipped Aaron over on his back. His boycock was hard, pressed
up against his flat tummy and throbbing already. Steve continued the
massage, working the oil into the boy's chest, tweaking his pink, dime
sized nipples, and continuing down to his belly. He didn't touch the boy's
cock, though Aaron writhed and strained to make his penis come into contact
with Steve's hands. When Steve had thoroughly massaged the boy's legs and
feet, he finally allowed his hand to circle and stroke the hard
penis. Gently, he pulled down, exposing the boy's gland, then back up, then
down again. Aaron cried out in pleasure. Steve began to wank faster and
faster, and when he sensed the boy was about to cum, he let go and shoved
his index finger into Aaron's perineum, stopping the prostate from
releasing its fluid. Aaron cried out at the torture.

Nathan watched. His own cock had risen now.

Satisfied, Steve removed his finger and took Aaron's penis into his
mouth. He swirled his tongue about Aaron's head, loving the taste of the
salty-sweet precum, licking every drop. He sucked the entire shaft into his
mouth. He released the boy's penis and began to nibble lightly on the
puckered foreskin at the head, and Aaron went wild. He bucked and writhed,
crying out in pleasure and begging for release. Steve obliged and began to
blow him in earnest. Up and down, up and down, he sucked and created a
vacuum effect. Finally, Aaron could take no more. Steve once again took his
mouth from his son's cock as a stream of cum jetted from it, splashing onto
the boy's chest. Steve bent back down and drank the rest of the boyseed as
it sprayed over his tongue and the back of his throat.

Nathan watched. His cock was leaking. His breathing had quickened.

After he'd recovered from his shattering orgasm, Aaron went to the shackled
boy. He released Nathan's bonds and embraced him, Nathan's hard cock
pressing into Aaron's stomach.

"I love you Nathan. And so does Dad. But he loves me too. Do you see?"

"I see," said Nathan. And I love the both of you. I want us to be
together."

"Well, now we can be. Come here." With that, Aaron pulled Nathan over to
the bed. He knelt on the bed, and instructed Nathan to do the same so they
were facing each other, their cocks at roughly the same height.

"Oh Aaron, I'm so glad we can dock again."

"Dad," said Aaron. "Come here and lie underneath, so you can catch our
cum."

"Yes," Steve said, and positioned his head underneath the two boys. As he
did so, Aaron and Nathan each pulled their foreskin back. They then bent
their cocks forward until their piss-slits were kissing each other. Then,
Aaron took his foreskin and pulled it until it covered his own cockhead,
then stretched it forward until it covered Nathan's as well. Nathan
followed suit, pulling and stretching his own foreskin until it covered the
heads of both the boy penises.

Now the two brothers were docked. Aaron reached his hand down and slowly,
gently began to wank both penises together. Each arched his back in
response to the incredible, indescribable pleasure. Each boy's foreskin
added to the sensual friction, taking each boy's precum and using it as
natural lubricant. Aaron began to increase his speed. Nathan cried out,
"Oh, Aaron! Oh! I love you! I love you so much!"

"Nate! God, I love you!"

Steve was looking up at this mind-blowing spectacle above him, and stroked
his own cock. He knew the boys would cum soon, and he wanted to blow his
load at exactly the same time. Finally, each boy stiffened and cried out
once more. Steve could see their cocks pulse and throb, and he knew they
were cumming. A tiny drop of boy cum spilled out and landed on Steve's
cheek, and that sent him over the edge. His mind whited out, and his
man-cock began to spurt, the cum jetting up and landing on Nathan's thigh.

Slowly, the boys disengaged their cocks, and Steve raised up to taste their
cum. Salty and thick, it coated his tongue and slaked his thirst. In it, he
could taste the boys' love for each other, and for him, their father.

Soon, they collapsed on the bed together, Steve between his two sons, an
arm around each as they cuddled up to him. He knew they were falling
asleep, and he kissed each of their foreheads. "I love you, Nathan. I love
you, Aaron. I'm so glad you're with me."

"We love you too, Dad," said Nathan.

"Mmmm-hmm," said Aaron with a slight smile.

Steve lay back with his two boys, and thought to himself, I am, indeed, a
rich man.

					THE END