Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2000 22:26:15 From: Dream Spinner Subject: "The Brewster Boys' Easter" (t/b, incest) Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, two preteens and two thirteen-year-olds, tying up a sixteen-year-old boy and using him for their sexual gratification. It is posted at gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only. If you don't believe in bondage, the Easter Bunny, or that young boys have sexual urges, don't read this. Permission is not given to copy electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution. This is the third of the Brewster Boys Series. Chocolates, Easter eggs, and Easter bouquets can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com The Brewster Boys' Easter Barry and Brenda Brewster looked at their four boys sitting in the pew between them and beamed with a pride that is common to all parents. Nine-year-old Bobby and his eleven-year-old brother Benny sat closest to their father. The boys' dark brown hair with shaved sides and permed top didn't have a strand out of place. Their hazel eyes, high cheek bones, and finely featured nose and mouth gave them the appearance of little naked Renaissance angels that the classical artists painted at the feet of lovers and hovering in the air with big white wings and strategically placed legs to hide what would prove they were little boys. Beside them sat their twin brothers, thirteen-year-old Brent and Brett. Just as the two younger boys had inherited their father's handsomeness, so had the twins inherited their mother's beauty. With fine, shoulder-long blond hair, freshly shampooed and curled for this special Sunday, deep blue eyes, and their mother's delicate looks, they would have been easily mistaken for two adolescent girls. All four youngsters sat quietly, hands folded in their laps, eyes staring intently to the front, evidently enraptured by the minister's sermon. On either side of the Brewster family, and in the pews behind them, friends, neighbours, and relatives wondered what was going on in those four young minds. Spoiled rotten delinquents, mischievous little devils, foulmouthed brats, malicious pranksters, and a number of other descriptors that would not be appropriately voiced in a church were among the epithets that they had for these four youngsters, and every one of them could list off plenty of examples to prove their point. Reverend Bentley, accompanied by the two altar boys, stepped behind the Eucharist table. Reaching forward, he opened the ornate, gold-trimmed tabernacle. A belch of foul, yellow-black smoke erupted from the ancient wooden box and quickly began to spread through the church, the stench of rotten eggs causing eyes to tear and even the stoutest to want to retch. The church was quickly evacuated. The congregation stood about in clusters in the parking lot, dabbing at tearing eyes, coughing and sputtering, and cursing the lowlife that would plant a stink bomb in such a hallowed location, on such a sacred day. Although nobody would ever know how the stink bomb had been placed in the tabernacle, or how it had been set up to be triggered when the ancient relic was unlocked, they all had a very good idea who the culprits were. Well, all the parishioners except Mr. and Mrs. Brewster. "Gee, what a terrible smell," observed Bobby as he wrinkled up his nose. "Yeah," agreed Benny. "What was that?" "Someone planted a stink bomb," explained Mister Brewster, while behind his back, Brett mouthed silently, 'the minister farted'. Benny and Bobby giggled. "That is not funny," observed their mother, thinking they were laughing about the stink bomb. "Everyone got especially dressed up today." Behind her back, Brent added silently, 'especially Cheryl', referring to their buxom, sixteen-year-old neighbour whom the boys watched getting ready for bed through her open window whenever they were bored. "Today is a very holy day besides." "Whoever would do such a sinful thing?" Brent asked incredulously with wide-eyed wonder, and his three brothers "tsk-tsked" and shook their heads seriously and piously. As their parents glanced around the parking lot the boys grinned at each other and high-fived and then quickly looked about at the parishioners innocently. "Guess they'll just have to start the Easter Egg hunt early," said Bobby sadly as his eyes sparkled. "No, I don't think so," said their father. "They will still be getting everything ready. It isn't supposed to start until after the sermon." "You mean we're going to have to wait anyway?" asked Bobby, frowning with disappointment. "Yes." "Fuc goodness sake," he observed, the twinkle in his eyes growing brighter. The expression meant nothing to his parents, but it was not lost on his three brothers, nor on several of the men standing nearby. "Yeah, fuc-crying out loud," agreed Benny. One of the men opened his mouth to comment, but then thought better of it and closed it. If he reprimanded the boys their parents would only come to their defence, and if he brought his accusation to the parents they would claim he had a dirty mind and that the expressions the boys used were purely innocent. The four youngsters wandered off by themselves. "Don't get your clothes dirty, boys," cautioned their mother. "Okay, Mother. We won't," the four joined in politely. The four were wearing black dress pants, neatly pressed, highly polished shoes, and white shirts, quite different from their ususal blue jeans, sneakers, and T-shirts emblazoned with warriors or suggestive sayings. They slipped behind the church and Benny took out a cigarette from his sock. Lighting it up, he inhaled deeply and blew it out through his nose and then handed the cigarette to Bobby. His younger brother also took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke through his mouth with evidently great pleasure before passing it on to his twin brothers. When they finished the cigarette, they snubbed it out on the side of the church. Rubbing grass on their hands and sniffing them to be sure they had masked the smell, they popped a peppermint in their mouths and returned to the congregation. The crowd began to drift over to Murray Park and to gather in front of the temporary stage the church had set up. The church Youth Group was on the stage, several playing guitars and the others singing gospel music and Christian pop songs to keep the crowd entertained. The only ones who really listened were the older adults and a few of the younger members of the congregation who were totally committed to the church. The Brewster boys scuffed their toes in the grass and yawned and looked about impatiently. "Hey," whispered Bobby as he nudged Benny in the ribs, "look'it the fuckin' big rabbit." Reverend Bentley, having run to the manse to wash and change, was hurrying across the grass accompanied by a large, fluffy, pink bunny carrying a basket of carrots. The two of them climbed up on the stage, Reverend Bentley needing some help as the portly minister was out of breath, and the bunny because it was difficult to see and move in the bulky costume. As the reverend began a speech on what the true meaning of Easter was, and how sponsoring an Easter Egg hunt and having the presence of the Easter bunny wasn't sacrilege, but really reinforced the concepts of family and Christian values, everyone listened politely. They all knew that really it was a crass attempt by the church to lure families with young children to the services that day in the hopes of increasing Church coffers, besides hoping to entice some new members to join the congregation. The Brewster boys did not pay much attention until the reverend began to thank the sponsors of the event and announced that scattered throughout the park were over a thousand chocolate Easter eggs, and twelve plastic eggs, representing the 12 disciples. Each plastic egg had a number which corresponded to a prize, anything from a bike to a laminated picture of Jesus, and the children were reminded that a person was only allowed to have one such egg. With that, the Bunny raised his hands and announced that the hunt was on. As the kids all headed out in search of the chocolate eggs and the twelve prize eggs, the Brewster boys headed over to the bunny. "Wow, never seen a bunny as big as you," observed Bobby. As the mascot patted him on the head, he gave the bunny's rump a pinch. Even through the thick costume the boy inside could feel it, but he had no idea which of the four youngsters crowding around him was responsible. "You one of those Playboy bunnies I've heard about?" asked Brett mischievously with a twinkle in his eye as he tried to peer inside the bunny's mouth to see who was really inside. "Maybe he's Peter Cottontail," suggested Benny. Before the boy could answer, Benny groped him between the legs. "Nope, can't be. Can't feel no peter," he giggled. Sixteen-year-old Cole Bentley opened his mouth to reprimand the boy for his actions and for his unhealthy thoughts. Before he could speak, Bobby squatted down and slipped between his legs. "Hey, the bunny's got nothing between his legs. He's not a girl or a boy," he observed. "Aww, poor bunny," said Brent. "Hey, here, have my chocolate chip cookie, it will make you feel better." Before the boy could reply Brent had shoved the cookie in the mouth of the bunny suit. Unable to use his hands for holding, he had no choice but to grab the cookie with his teeth. He swallowed desperately as Brent stuffed the monster cookie in his mouth. "Hey, we better get looking for those fuckin' eggs," observed Bobby, and the boys took off as suddenly as they had approached the hapless Bunny. "Why'd you give him the cookie? I thought we were going to give it to that dumb, boring Reverend Bentley?" "I didn't know they were going to have someone dressed as the Easter Bunny here. He's gonna be a lot more fun." "Who was that anyway?" asked Bobby. "Reverend Bentley's son." "Is he ever going to be in for a surprise!" "How long does it take for the aphro-, aphro-. . . . " "Aphrodisiac," finished Brett. "Yeah, how long does it take that to work?" asked Bobby. "Don't know. Supposed to be quick though." "It really make a guy super horny?" "We're gonna find out," Brent said with a grin. The boys giggled and high-fived. As they reached the edge of the park, they retrieved the baskets they had hidden there the night before and went charging about the field. They were not so stupid as to try to hunt for the little foil-wrapped eggs. The boys had come up with a much easier way of collecting the chocolate treats. Spotting a little six-year-old with a half-full basket, Benny accidentally collided with him, sending the kid's basket of chocolates flying. Then in the pretext of helping him pick them up, he added a handful of the kid's eggs to his own basket, at the same time swapping a few of his specially-prepared eggs from a plastic bag in his basket so the kid wouldn't notice any difference in amount he had. His three brothers were doing the same, picking victims who would be too shy to put up a fuss, or too dumb to notice the swap. Gradually they got rid of their specially-prepared eggs in the plastic bags and filled their baskets with purloined chocolate eggs. As they all gathered again in front of the stage, the pink bunny was swaying and hopping in time to the music. Actually, young Cole Bentley was itching with the worst case of hots he had ever had. He figured it had to be the hot, sweaty bunny outfit. His nuts were cooking and the glans of his penis was itching like it had never itched before. It hadn't even itched this badly the day Becky Cadwell had arrived at school braless. He tried to concentrate on the gospel music, and then on his father preaching from the pulpit, two things that usually worked when Satan tried to tempt him, but neither were working this time. As he saw the Brewster boys approaching him, he grimaced. That was all that he needed. "Hey bunny rabbit, how's it hangin'?" The second oldest boy had to use that phrase. It was still hanging, but it was only by his strong will. "Feeling okay?" He looked at the twin who had spoken. He never could keep them apart. Why ask that? There was no way anyone could tell how he was feeling in the getup he had on. From the leer on the boy's face, he appeared to know he was feeling randy, but that was totally impossible. "Maybe feeling a bit hot?" asked Benny. The kid had to mean because of the suit. He was too young to know the other meaning of the word "hot". "Feel like fucking like a bunny?" asked Bobby. As Cole stared at the youngest of the four boys, they giggled and took off. Cole was shocked by the nine-year-old's language. Although raised in a very religious household, Cole was no prude, but even the most vulgar boy he knew didn't swear as casually as did that youngster. He was also shocked by the comment. Had the boy said that because he knew something, or just because he was in a bunny outfit and rabbits were known for their reproductive tendencies? As he watched the boys dashing across the lawn, he shifted from foot to foot, wishing that the itch in his dick head would stop. Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, he counted his blessings. At least in the outfit he had on he would not be able to succumb to Satan's temptation and commit the unpardonable sin of touching himself. Reverend Bentley stepped up to the mike and announced it was time to give away the prizes. Cole joined him on the stage, welcoming any distraction to get his mind out of his pants. The twelve children who had found plastic eggs were asked to come up on the stage. Somehow nobody was particularly surprised when all four Brewster boys stepped forward. Two children were frantically emptying their pockets and searching their candy bags, wondering how they could possibly have lost the precious plastic eggs they had found. Two others were standing by sadly, having made that discovery earlier in the afternoon. Some of the other children were making discoveries also as they removed the foil from their chocolate eggs and popped the treats in their mouth. Scattered throughout the crowd youngsters were sporadically sputtering and spitting and gasping for air, having bitten into eggs filled with hot sauce. From their vantage point on the stage the Brewster boys watched those with whom they had swapped eggs and grinned knowingly at each other. It had taken a lot of time and many trials to inject the little hollow chocolate eggs with hot sauce and then wrap them back up in their colourful tinfoil wrapping, but the scene before them made it all worthwhile. Benny smiled as he watched the cute six-year-old he had collided with suddenly gag. The boy's eyes flew wide open as a combination of chocolate, spittle and hot sauce spewed out of his sweet rosy lips and dribbled down his cute chin. Having all lined up, each child on the stage presented their plastic egg and as the number inside was revealed, the prize with the corresponding number was found and handed to the child. As Brent presented his egg with the number 3, the minister reached for the boxed set of bible stories, figuring that was a most suitable turn of events. To his surprise, the number on the set was a 6. Searching for the 3, he found it on the ten speed bike. Now that he knew was impossible. He had specifically numbered the bike 10, the day of his birthday, and he knew the bible story set was numbered 3 after the trinity. Regardless, there were the numbers, and there was nothing he could do about it. Brett walked off with the Back Street Boys CD, Benny with a coupon for a pair of Adidas runners, and Bobby with the Hanson Brothers CD. Reverend Bentley was sure none of those were the numbers assigned, and found it suspicious that four of the major prizes and not one of the bible story sets, laminated pictures of Jesus, or the bible colouring books had gone to the four boys. He knew that the numbers had been tampered with, and he knew the boys had done it, but there was no way he could prove it. How they had managed to do so with the prizes all in plain view and with the band there on the stage the whole time was a mystery. Several members of the congregation began to organize the kids and families into groups for the games that had been planned, sack races, ring toss, relay races, face painting, and dodge ball, all good family fun. The four Brewster boys had set up their own game at the edge of the park, egg painting for only ten cents. Things went slowly until six-year-old Garret came by. He had only recently painted eggs in school and had found it great fun, but unfortunately he did not have ten cents. The boys took him into the bushes, and pushing down his pants and underwear, Bobby showed the six-year-old boy another meaning for eggs. Garret thought the bright yellow, blue and red stripped right "egg" and the gold left "egg" with the name "Bobby" on it was really funny. The boys told him they would do his eggs for free if he'd go around and show the other kids and get them to come over with money. He readily agreed and was soon running from friend to friend to show off his tiny testicles, one with spirals and lightning bolts, and the other with a batman emblem. Gradually one and then another came by with his coin. Their parents would have been horrified had they found out what they were paying ten cents for. Some of the teenagers that were hanging around bored out of their skulls found out about the Brewster boys' initiative and thought it was a real hoot, especially watching each other get painted. By the end of the hour set aside for games there were at least two dozen boys sporting brightly coloured eggs. What none of them knew was that whereas the pens they had seen had all said washable ink, the pens that the boys had really used were permanent. It was going to take a lot of scrubbing and several days before the boys would forget this event, and for the older ones who had to shower for swim or gym classes this moment's lapse in discretion was going to be a major cause for embarrassment. Everyone was quite happy to see the Easter festivities close so they could go home and relax, but nobody was as happy as Cole Bentley. For the past hour he had been out of his mind with desire. He wanted to rip his costume open and wank off right then and there, and he would have readily humped the first girl that happened by if he'd had the chance. While the congregation was dismantling the stage, he began cutting across the park, anxious to get home and to get out of the costume. There had to be something in the fabric that had caused him to itch so. He could not wait to shower, and he knew he'd have to use just the cold water tap the way he was feeling or he would surely abuse himself. "Hey, Mister Easter Bunny," called one of the twins. Cole grimaced. He did not want to have more to do with these boys. "Come quick. My brother's fallen down in the bushes." Cole looked at him suspiciously. "Hurry," the boy said urgently. "He might have broken his leg." Despite his own need, Cole hurried after him. They dashed down the well-worn path and into the maze of paths that wove through the bushes in the ravine that ran along the edge of the park. Hundreds of children had explored those paths over the years, himself included. He finally spotted the other twin laying on the grass in a secluded alcove. He hurried over without even wondering where the other boys were. Cole quickly found out. He had no sooner gotten to the other twin when the boy leaped to his feet and the other two emerged from the bushes. Cole was immediately surrounded by the four boys. "What is this?" "How ya feeling now, Bunny?" "Must be real hot by now." "You got a funny feeling?" "A funny bunny feeling?" "Wanna have a good feeling?" The boys all danced around him, poking and punching at him and twisting him around. It was not easy to manoeuver in the padded costume. One of them slipped a rope around his wrist and threw the rope over a branch overhead. The mouth slit in the costume that was used for seeing out of limited his vision. His other hand was tied to the other end of the rope so his arms were spread apart. Soon his feet were tied to trees on either side of him so that they too were spread apart. "What do you boys think you're doing?" "Tying you up you dumb shithead," replied Bobby. "Don't worry. We're gonna help you," advised Benny. "Yeah, we're gonna put you out of your agony." "What are you talking about?" "This," said Benny with a grin as he groped the boy. Even through the thick costume of fake fur Cole could feel the boy's hands on his groin. His aching penis responded immediately. "Hey!" "Hey!" repeated Benny with a grin as he squeezed the swelling organ. Benny found the zipper to the suit and pulled it down. The hot air that had been trapped inside billowed out. "Fuck, is he ever hot!" observed Benny and the others giggled. The zipper went from the neck of the costume to about the boy's navel. Reaching inside, Benny unbuckled Cole's belt and unzipped his fly. The boy squirmed and objected, but there was nothing he could do. Pushing Cole's jeans and underwear down as far as he could, Benny stepped aside as one of the twins approached with a knife. Carefully measuring the appropriate locations, Brett cut a hole in the front of the suit and one just under the bunny tail. Leaving his pants and underwear pushed down, the boys did the zipper back up. Slipping his fingers though the tiny slit in front, Benny fished about until he found the boy's semierect penis. He drew it, and then his testicles, through the tiny hole. Once they had been pulled through, it was impossible for them to be retracted through the tiny slit. "Hey, lets paint his eggs." The pens were brought out and the four boys set to work. Soon the pink bunny was sporting two very bright eggs. One had been coloured the seven rainbow colours, the gay pride symbol unbeknownst to the boys. The other was coloured white and then had dots and spirals of red, yellow and blue. One of the twins began to massage the boy's cock. Feeling as horny he did, he became fully erect in under a minute. Talking the orange marker, Brent set to work. Soon the bunny had a very hard and very odd shaped carrot sticking out above his eggs. The other twin went around behind the hapless boy and cutting out a T shape, exposed the teenager's bare butt. He immediately began to massage it, ignoring the boy's protests. Slicking up his middle finger with spit, he inserted it up the boy's rectum. Cole groaned, in part in protest, in part with delight. Nobody had ever done that to him before, and he knew it had to be a sin, but it sent a wonderful feeling through his chemically-tortured body. Brett finger fucked the hot, horny boy and eventually the teenager began to work his hips to and fro as he felt his prostate being massaged. He could not help it. God, he had to get off a load worse than he had ever needed to before. The need was killing him, and he had no cold shower he could jump into to help him fight the temptation now. Taking a shoe lace out of his highly polished shoe, Benny tied it tightly below the boy's knob, preventing him from coming. By this time Brett had an erection. Unzipping his black slacks and pulling out his stiff four- inch cock, he spit on it and then stepped up behind the teenager. Grasping the pink bunny by the hips, he pushed his cock into the boy. Cole protested as he felt the slender organ enter him. This was obscene. This was a sin. This was a dirty, filthy thing. That was not what Brett was thinking as he worked his hips to and fro, enjoying the warmth of the boy's tight ass surrounding his hard little cock. Grasping the furry, pink bunny by the hips, he eased his cock in and out of the hot, moist hole. Having discovered the joys of butt fucking not that long ago, he delighted in the sensations that were assaulting his body and his mind. He also knew this was a virgin asshole, and that made it feel all the better. As he stood there in his Sunday best fucking the shit out of the Easter Bunny, he closed his eyes with the pleasure and his long, blond hair bounced in time with the rhythm of his pumping hips. Cole shuddered as he felt the boy's little organ working in and out of his body. This was a totally new experience for the sixteen-year-old boy. Of course he knew some people did this sort of thing, but it was not something he had ever even considered doing. He certainly had not considered having it done to him by a thirteen-year-old boy. Being a typical, healthy teenager, he had sexual urges though, and those urges were maximized by the aphrodisiac he had ingested. He had to get off a load, and it felt so good having his asshole massaged by the boy's little woodie. Shocked by such thoughts, Cole closed his eyes and tried to recite psalms, but it did no good. He could not block out the pleasure rippling through his rectum or the need aching in his cockhead. When Brett finally paused, Cole took over, working his hips to and fro, riding the boy's little cock. Cole was desperate. He had no idea what had come over him. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He had not even thought about having sex with another male, never mind a young boy. Such an idea was totally foreign to him. Now he had to do it. He had to have sex at all costs, and it did not matter with whom. Brett had to have sex too, for totally different reasons. He had to have it because had found out just how awesome doing it with guys was. Once he had found out, he had to have more, a lot more. He let the teenager work his hot tight ass to and fro, allowing him to do the work while he stood there and enjoyed the benefits. Butt fucking was still very new to him, and it was awesome. It was not long before he was pumping his boy juice into the furry, pink bunny. As he felt the boy coming up his ass, Cole cried out. The boy had shot his seed up his rectum. This was a filthy, degenerate act. It was forbidden by Jesus, an act that condemned him to hell. Even so, as he felt the thirteen-year-old coming, Cole ached for the same release with even greater desperation. Benny knelt before him and began to lick his orange knob and the boys laughed and asked if it tasted like a carrot. For the randy sixteen-year-old teenager it felt fantastic. Cole squirmed and jerked his hips, begging the boys to let him cum. Bobby, who had taken his cock out of his dress pants and had been tugging on the little erection while he had watched his brother fucking the pink bunny, stepped up and stuck his little three inches up the butt now slick with his brother's cum. Bobby began to work his hips to and fro, pushing hard against the furry, warm bunny to drive his little member in as far as it could go, and holding onto the bunny's hips as he withdrew. Bobby could not yet ejaculate, but he could feel good, and at the moment he felt very good. He worked his stiff little cock in and out of the boy's slick hole, enjoying the fact that his little tool was covered with his brother's cumm, and enjoying the tingling sensation rippling through his irritated little flesh. Before long he was trembling with his dry orgasm. Cole bucked and jerked uncontrollably as the realization that the two young boys had reached the goal he could not. Benny's hot tongue licking his irritated organ did not help. Bobby and Benny traded places. While Bobby delighted in making the pink Bunny's orange carrot bob and jerk with his tongue, his brother delighted in the warmth and moisture of the bunny's tight ass. Like his younger brother, he found it erotic to be working his cock in and out of the tight hole lubed by his older brother's cum. Also like his younger brother, it was not long before the eleven-year-old was trembling and gasping with his dry orgasm also. Brent was last. Stepping up behind the bunny, he inserted his cock, identical to Brett's in every detail, up the teenager's ravaged hole. He fucked the bunny slowly, enjoying both the sensation and his domination over the boy. He really was not sure which he enjoyed more. Of course feeling the hot, moist asshole grasping at his stiff, irritated cock was awesome. Knowing that he had gotten the sixteen-year-old randy, and that he was forcing the holier-than-thou teen to perform an act he found degenerate and disgusting but at the same time erotic was even more awesome. All the hot little blond boy could conclude was that life was wonderful. Before long he was adding his boy cum to the hapless teenager's butt. After he had withdrawn and tucked his limp organ back in his pants and underwear, the boy took one of the carrots from the basket on the ground and carefully inserted it up Cole's ass. He worked it in and out a few times, much to the amusement of his brothers, and then finally withdrew it, slimy now with his and his brother's cum, and offered it to the bunny. "Go ahead, eat it." "You're sick." "Eat it and we'll let you get a load off." "You're going to rot in hell." "Naw, when we get there, we're gonna rule it," laughed Brent and the others laughed too. "You know your balls are going to bust open if you don't get a load off soon." Cole had to admit they felt that way. They were aching, badly, and his dick head felt like it was on fire. "Take a bite and we'll let you get off." Yielding to temptation and his desperate need, Cole took a nibble of the carrot. Seeing his chance, Brent shoved the slimy carrot in another two inches. The bitter taste of cum and the sour taste of his anus assaulted his tastebuds. He had no choice but to swallow what he had chewed. No longer mattering, he bit into the carrot and began to chew the perverse snack. He had to get off, and if he ate fast the taste was not really that noticeable. His orange-painted erection ached in anticipation of what the boys had promised. He would seek God's forgiveness later for what he was about to do. The four boys laughed and made obscene comments as he ate the carrot that had just been up his ass with seeming eagerness. Cole flushed with embarrassment, glad that at least they could not see his face in the bunny costume. As Cole swallowed the last of the carrot, Bobby undid the shoelace as Brett inserted another carrot up the helpless boy's ass. As Brett began drawing the carrot in and out of his rectum, Cole's cock jerked each time the carrot hit his prostate. He had been wanting to come all afternoon, and in less than a minute he spurted, sending his cum shooting across the clearing. The boys cheered and giggled at the sight of his stiff, squirting orange-coloured cock jerking wildly in the air, his ropes of cum flying about in all directions. By this time the boys were randy again. Pushing down his dress slacks and white jockey briefs, Bobby was the first to fuck the sixteen-year-old boy's ass a second time. The nine-year- old closed his eyes with pleasure and worked his little organ in and out its full length, pressing his naked lower torso against the furry costume with each forward thrust. He was so grateful his older brothers had taught him this pleasure. By the time Bobby was shivering with his dry orgasm, Cole was erect. They tied the shoelace about his orange organ one more time. Benny was next, and like his younger brother he had dropped his pants and underwear, his little stiffie jutting up above his tiny, hairless balls in eager anticipation. Burying it up the teenager's hot hole, he paused for a moment to enjoy the heat and warmth of the boy's anus before beginning to hump him. With his cherubic smile and beautiful face, he still looked like a Renaissance angel, a very horny one. By the time Benny was grunting with his orgasm Cole was aching to get off a second load. By this time the twins had stripped off their Sunday clothes, revealing that they were identical right down to the fine blond hairs on their adolescent pubes. Brett eased his stiff cock up the familiar chute once again, and as he began to slowly fuck the captive boy, his twin brother knelt before him and began to fondle his painted testicles and tickle the glans of his painted cock. He ran his tongue along the length of the irritated organ, and tickled the quivering slit with the tip of his tongue. Cole shivered and gasped in painful pleasure as the one blond teased his irritated cock and the other filled his asshole once again with his hot cum. The twins switched positions, and while Brett slipped his thin, soft lips over the top half of Cole's engorged knob and sucked on it, Brent slipped his stiff cock up Cole's cum-slick hole. His naked body began the familiar swaying motion, and he closed his eyes and smiled as his long, blond hair bounced about his shoulders and pleasure rippled up from his groin. When he filled the teenager's butt with his cum a second time, he uttered a soft moan of pleasure, his lips parted in ecstasy. The boys put on their clothes once more, being careful not to get them dirty as they had promised their mother. Bobby plugged Cole's asshole with a fresh carrot, and reaching in the T- slit cut in his bunny costume, pulled the boy's underwear up just enough to hold the carrot in place. "Fuck, look'it the time. It's almost six." "We'd better get home for Easter Sunday dinner." "Yeah! I forgot! Turkey!" "Gravy and mashed potatoes!" "Apple pie and ice cream for dessert!" "Hey!" shouted Cole as the boys began to leave, "what about me?" "You're not invited." "I mean untie me." "Later. Gotta jam." Cole was about to ask them to at least jack him off, but he bit his lower lip and forced himself to remain silent. No matter how badly he wanted it, to give in to his basic need was a sin. The boys were out of sight in a matter of seconds. Cole began to struggle with his bonds, but soon discovered that it was useless. Closing his eyes, he began to recite every hymn he knew as he waited for the boys' return. After a full meal, the Brewster brothers went up to their room to play some Nintendo and munch on their chocolate goodies and listen to their new CD's. It had been a very full, and a very rewarding day, one of the best Easter Sundays yet. Their stomachs distended and their sexual needs fulfilled, the boys turned in early and were soon sound asleep, dreaming pleasant dreams. They had totally forgotten about Cole. What the brothers did not know, was that the park, a favourite playground for children and families by day, was a favourite playground for men at night. Murray Park was one of the most heavily used gay cruise areas of the city. There in the light of a full moon, several men had already found the pink teenage bunny. By that time the minister's son was so desperate for satisfaction, he was willing to agree to anything. For hot, randy, young Cole Bentley, this was going to be one Easter Sunday he would never forget either.