Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 21:04:33 -0400 From: T McIntyre Subject: First Born Son Chapter 4 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author nor FBS Media LLC condones such situations and/or acts. (c)2012 - 2013 FBS Media LLC. All rights reserved. FIRST BORN SON - Chapter 4 By T McIntyre ----- Billy padded toward Carl's room. He could hear Carl, Robert and Sam as they joked around and decide which of Carl's racing games they would play. While they played, Billy would take care of their sexual desires. Billy remembered that on Carl's tenth birthday, after the cake and presents, Carl was sat down by their daddy and asked which of his male friends were his closest. It was explained to Carl that since he was now ten, he could start inviting male friends to the house, but only two of his friends were to be chosen. Once he chose his two friends, they would be his only friends allowed at the house, even if he later wasn't friends with them. They would also be required to keep in confidence Billy's duties as first born son. Robert and Sam were easy choices for Carl to make as they had been his first friends in kindergarten and his long time cohorts in boyish mischief around school and the town. At his first chance, Carl had invited Robert and Sam for an overnighter. Billy remembered the astonished looks on their faces as they saw him kneeling in Carl's room completely naked. They were even more surprised when Billy sucked each of their cocks at Carl's command. In the past four years they had both become very comfortable with not only Billy being naked all of the time, but Billy's sexual servitude to his male family members and their male guests. Billy took a deep breath, knocked on Carl's door and waited for permission to enter. "Come on in, big brother", Carl called out to Billy. Billy opened the door and quickly surveyed Carl's room. Carl and Sam were sitting in the two special gaming chairs about ready to start a racing game while Robert was lounging on Carl's bed leafing through a magazine. Billy closed the door, stood strait up and placed his hands behind his head. "How may I serve you, Sir", asked Billy. Carl smirked and said, "Take care of Robert any way he wishes, big brother. You get to take care of the winner of the race next." Carl then turned to Sam and said "Go!" and their race was on. Billy knew that the winner would be declared after five laps and that each lap was about five minutes, so he had less than a half hour to take care of any desire Robert had. "How may I serve you, Master Robert", Billy inquired. "I think a blow job would be nice to start with, don't you, Billy?" "Yes, Sir. If it would please you, Sir." Robert just smiled and motioned Billy over. Billy quickly walked over to the side of Carl's bed and went to his knees. Billy reached over, untied Robert's right shoe, removed it as well as Robert's sock and then moved to the left shoe. After removing Robert's left shoe and sock, Billy moved up and began to unbutton Robert's uniform slacks. Billy knew that Robert didn't like to wear underwear, so there was no surprise when he didn't see any as he pulled down Robert's slacks. After removing Robert's slacks, Billy took Robert's hardened cock into his mouth. Billy focused on the tip, swirling his tongue around and heard Robert gasp. Carl and Sam didn't even look up from their game, too focused on beating each other to see who would get to use Billy next. As Billy's tongue twirled away, Robert put his hand on Billy's head, just letting it rest there. Without his mouth leaving Robert's cock, Billy moved his body until he was laying facedown between Robert's naked legs. Billy took all of Robert's cock into his mouth as he moved his arms up to unbutton Robert's shirt. When he reached the base, Billy stayed there with his tongue moving while removing Robert's shirt. The sounds of the game and the trash talk between Carl and Sam didn't distract Billy at all. He kept his eyes on Robert's eyes and slowly began to move his mouth up and down on the teen's cock. He slowly caressed Robert's body with his hands, eliciting a sweet sigh from Robert. Billy heard Carl say "Two laps to go" and picked up the pace. The last thing he wanted was for Robert not to be able to cum before the race was over. "That feels great, Billy," Robert gasped. "Take it all in and hold it there, only use your tongue." Bill did as ordered and soon rewarded by the ever deepening breathing of Robert. His tongue moved around Robert's engulfed cock and soon the pulses began. Billy swallowed quickly as stream after stream of Robert's cum hit the roof of his mouth. As Robert tried to catch his breath, Billy continued to move his tongue around the softening cock. "I won," Sam shouted. "Dammit," exclaimed Carl. "It looks like you are lucky again tonight. You going to do what you said you wanted to try with Billy?" Sam replied, "Yeah. I think I think it's time I tried that out. " Billy still had Robert's soft cock in his mouth and just listened to being spoken about as if he wasn't there. It took some time getting used to being talked about like that, while he was right there. But he had. So Billy continued to move his tongue around Robert's cock, remembering who his true focus was supposed to be on. "Hey, Robert," Carl almost shouted as he thumped Robert on the head. "You want to wake up and tell Billy he can stop sucking your cock now? Remember, he can't stop what you ordered him to do unless you tell him to stop." "Oh man. Sorry about that," Robert said. Then Robert said, "You did great Billy. You can stop now and go back to your knees at the foot of the bed." "Thank you, Master Robert. I am glad you are pleased," said Billy as he removed his mouth from Robert's cock and quickly moved into position on the floor at the foot of Carl's bed and waited for Sam's instructions. Robert didn't bother putting his clothes back on and plopped down in the chair next to Carl's with a huge smile of contentment on his face. "Are you sure what I want to do will be OK, Carl?" "Will it make you happy?" "After the shitty day I had, I think it will." "Then that's all that matters. Right, Billy?" "Yes, Master Carl and Master Sam. I am here to please you and to make you happy in any manner you desire. How may I please you Master Sam?" "Well," Sam stammered, "I would like for you to stand up close to the mirror and face it." "Yes, Sir." Billy scrambled to stand up and to place himself before the full length mirror on the back of Carl's bedroom door. He then heard and saw Sam remove the belt from his uniform slacks. Sam moved his belt over Billy's waiting ass, building up the courage to follow through. He had seen Carl give Billy swats often enough and that is why had been talking to Carl about venting some serious frustration. His mom was a drunk and made life rather miserable for the teen at home and at school. It was Carl who had suggested that Sam relieve that frustration on Billy's ass and now, Sam was about to do just that. Billy recognized that hesitancy for what it was: First time jitters. He had experienced it with several of his relatives and even Carl. Getting blown or rimmed by Billy or even fucking Billy's ass was something simple. But they were never sure if Billy could or would endure the pain of swats. But he also knew that once that first swat landed, their concerns were gone. So Billy just waited in silence, looking at Sam in the mirror. Then he saw Sam set his face in determination, pull the belt back and then saw the belt fly toward his exposed ass. "Thwack," was all that was heard. Billy didn't scream or even whimper. He just stood there waiting for the next swat. For the next 20 minutes, Sam gained confidence as he laid the belt across Billy's ever purpling young ass. He could feel the weight of his home life disappear from his shoulders with each swat he delivered. He felt empowered. He felt emboldened. Most importantly, he felt free for the first time in his life. Each swat was more forceful than the one before. He wanted to hear Billy cry. He wanted to hear Billy beg him to stop. Billy could feel his ass being chewed up by the belt. As much as each swat hurt, he couldn't cry out. He couldn't show that Sam was hurting him. To do so, would cause Sam's resolve to crumble and be robbed of so much pleasure. All Billy could do was stand there, taking each infliction of plain stoically until the last one was administered. Sam was lost in the exhilaration of striking Billy's ass and barely noticed Carl's hand on his shoulder and hearing him gently urge Sam to end the beating. He came out of his reverie and just stood there, feeling the adrenaline drain from his body as he stared at Billy's purple and belt striped ass. "FUCK! That was great!" "Do you feel better now," asked Carl. "Hell yeah! Thanks for letting me use Billy like that. I sure needed it." "No problem. How are you doing there, Billy?" Billy looked at his brother and same in the mirror and stated, "I am fine Master Carl and Master Sam. I am glad I could be of use to your friend." "Good, because I need to piss," exclaimed Carl. To be continued ... ----- I hope you enjoyed reading the third chapter of First Born Son. I appreciate any comments and/or suggestions you might have. I know it has been a long time since the last installment and I apologize. I hope the next installment won't be so long in the making. Thanks for reading First Born Son - Chapter 4, T McIntyre FBS Media LLC firstbornsonaz@gmail.com P.S. Don't forget to donate to Nifty and keep it a vibrant community for everyone. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html