Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2017 09:57:55 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Maybe Next Time 6

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*****

When he finally came down, gurgling and blabbering his thanks to me, I gave
him a minute to recover and... did it again, this time without the pause
for video confirmation of our deal. For the next few hours, the room
sounded like the set of a slasher flick as I dragged load after load out of
my brother's bloated, desperate nuts. The last one found him actually
begging me NOT to make him cum. He said his balls hurt too bad. I did
anyway, taking the tiny drizzle of nearly-clear fluid and drinking it
down. 'Maybe next time,' I thought, 'I'll do even more, or at least do it
slower. It's fun to be begged.'

*****

Maybe Next Time 6: Rescued by Uncle Gary

By Bear Pup

*****

I knew Pop would be home soon, so while Tyler was still panting and crying
and bitching about his balls hurting, I waited until he was really soft and
got the cock cage on and locked. He yelped because his cock and balls were
very sensitive, then he bellowed as he realized what I'd just done. I left
him cuffed until he ran down and was merely weeping and begging.

"Tyler? Tyler, listen to me."

"NO! G-G-G-G-G-Go to hell!"

"Tyler," I kept my voice calm and comforting as I explained, "you know that
the first thing Pops would do when he gets home is get you hard, edge you
for a while, then use the ice bath on your nuts." He gasped and went
silent. I was a bit annoyed and let it show. "Tyler, think what that would
feel like right now. If you want, I'll take the damned thing right back
off. You tell me what *you* want, Ty."

He whined like he was maybe ten, "But I don't want it anymore, Kyle! Please
don't make me. I can't take it, and it's awful and it-- it-- it's..."

"It's what Pops has decided," I said wearily, "and it's gonna happen. It
can be me or it can be him. You decide, Ty. I feel bad enough already. Tell
me what you want me to do."

He just sagged and sobbed. I unlocked the restraints and his arms just fell
limp, then he curled into a ball against the wall, still crying. I petted
his back for a minute. I felt like the villain in a horror flick, but every
alternative was worse. We didn't have more than a few dollars between us
and knew nothing about surviving on the streets. And, honestly, how would
that be better? Pop was a monster, but he wouldn't kill us. We had food and
a place to live. We could go to school. None of that was necessarily true
outside. Maybe next time, Tyler would understand that I really did want to
protect him as much as I wanted to protect myself.

I went to put the restraints back on Pop's dresser. As I walked past our
chest of drawers, I again noticed Pop's book. I kept walking then turned;
It had seemed that part of the spine was... shiny. I edged my face around
until I could just see the spine. Yeah, there was a.... square of black
glass, maybe? I felt like a complete fucking idiot when I realized it had
to be the camera that captured the scenes he'd played back to us the night
he busted Tyler for trying to make me lie. I looked at the angle and
realized it was perfectly centered on Ty's bed.

I thought about that as I worked to assemble what would become
dinner. Tyler was destroyed, physically from the cum-marathon and
emotionally from my evil prank that morning and then locking him back into
the cage this afternoon. I decided on Chicken Fries -- quick, easy,
simple. I got five cube steaks out, two each for Pop and Tyler, one for me
and set them to thaw in cold water. I built our family's version of green
bean casserole (we use a can of mushrooms and Golden Mushroom Soup instead
of a cream soup) and got that in the oven and set it to 350° with the
cover on. I set out a box of the new Cracker Barrel mac-n-cheese which took
about as long as the chicken fries. I mixed up the cracker-crumb coating
and beat the egg-water-seasoning mixture then put that back in the fridge.

I sorted and started the laundry since I didn't have any
schoolwork... well, none that I was going to bother with. The bitch from
American Lit had set us on a two-hundred-word essay to compare and contrast
foreshadowing in "The Scarlet Ibis" and "The Gift of the Magi". Yeah,
sure. Two hundred words? I had already done the math. It was worth a bit
under one percent of our final grade. Yeah, well, sorry honey but fuck
that.

I turned on the radio to a "miscellaneous other" station devoted to playing
things that no one liked, but that no one hated. I went up to check on
Tyler who had finally stopped crying, but I wasn't sure it was an
improvement. He was staring at a point on the ceiling. I bent close, making
sure my back was to "Pop's book" and whispered, "Tyler, come downstairs. I
have something to tell you. Please?"

I stood up and said, "Come help me fix dinner, Ty." He looked at me like
I'd spoken Croatian, then his eyes widened a little and he got up, tugging
the cock cage and his balls, perhaps making them a little less horrid.

I had no idea whether Pop had a dozen cameras or just the one, but I was
pretty damned sure that if I turned on the radio, he couldn't pick up a
whisper. I leaned into my brother when we got to the kitchen and said,
"Pop's book? The one he sits down sometimes? It's his camera, Tyler."

My brother's brows furrowed for a second and then, BAM, his eyes went
wide. He whispered back. "Yeah. It was in the bathroom when he
l-l-l-l-l-locked me up." Suddenly, he looked like he was gonna heave. His
face slowly drained and became a scary shade of off-grey. "Oh, GOD,
Kyle. It was always there when he... made me d-d-d-do things!" He gasped a
few times. "That mean he recorded e-e-e-e-e-e-e-everything!"

"SHH! Maybe, but calm down. It doesn't change the fact that NOW WE KNOW,
Ty. And since he thinks it's still secret, it gives us a chance, Tyler!
Work with me!" He breathed in deep about six times, blowing the breaths
back out. He finally nodded and I saw some color come back.

"So, um, what do you want me to do?"

Oh, fuck. I didn't even think of that. If he had an eye in the kitchen... I
said aloud, "Um, make a salad. It's chicken fries so maybe green goddess
dressing?"

"O-O-O-O-Okay. Yeah. But, Kyle?" My brother's voice shook terribly, but
there was strength there now as he said, "I've got to suck you off
first. Even if he doesn't--" I shot him an urgent warning glance and he
saved it quickly. "--remind us, I've got to blow you every day. He'll
know."

I nodded and Tyler made short work of me. After all the sex today, me
sucking him over and over, it only took a few moments for me to pop. When I
did, he pulled off and set me to blowing all over the kitchen, then hugged
me and thanked me over and over for not making him swallow as Pops had
always done. My cock was poking him in the leg and Tyler did something that
shocked me to stillness. He looked in my eyes and kissed me, a real kiss,
tender and passionate at once. I moaned as I felt his hand on my boyhood
again and was soon bucking through a second orgasm. I fell back, spent and
Tyler leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips before turning to assemble
the salad as I wiped up my effusion.

Immediately after we heard the garage door engage, I heard the knife Tyler
was using clatter to the ground. I stooped to pick it up, hissing,
"Ty. Don't blow this! Not now!" We both hurried into the hall as Pop came
through the door. Both of us ran.

As soon as the door closed, Tyler was behind him, unbuttoning and removing
his work shirt and undershirt as I got his cock and balls out. Pop moaned
deep as we simultaneously started caressing his nipples (Tyler) and licking
and muzzling his repulsive crotch (me). I actually started suckling on his
cock before he said, "STOP!" breathing hard.

"First things first. Kyle, did you unlock Tyler today?"

"Yes, Daddy. He was very nice and, um, I set conditions like you said."

"Really? Good. What were they?"

"He'd delete the pix he took of me, you know, doing things. That he'd act
like a real brother, and that he'd have his pack keep people from bullying
me at school."

There was a wide smile in his voice, "Any trouble... persuading him?"

"Oh, no, Daddy! He was very nice all day."

"Good. More than good; excellent. Give me the cock-lock and the key."

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do it wrong! You said if he was
out of the cage he had to be in the cuffs, so I put the cage back on before
I let him up." Pop sucked a breath in through closed teeth, making a
horrifyingly-reptilian sound. He reached back and found that Tyler's cock
was, indeed, caged.

"It's okay, baby boy. You did even better than I'd expected. You did
exactly right. Now, did you let him cum?"

I knew the camera would show it. "Yes, Daddy. While he was restrained, I
sucked him over and over," I had a sudden flash of inspiration, "so I could
be better for you tonight."

His eyes shone with lust, hunger and cruelty. His voice was husky as he
said, "Both of you. Boots. Upstairs." We got his boots off as he invaded
our assholes with his rough, cruel fingers. After the foot worship, we got
his pants off as well. Tyler and I repeated the morning suck-fest, driving
him quickly to the edge. By the time he thought to object, Tyler was
chewing his nuts as I sucked down his nasty, slimy load as he screamed and
cussed.

As Pop recovered, Tyler and I ran down and started cooking. I took off the
cover on the green beans and cranked the oven to max to crisp the French's
Onions, then did the chicken fries and the pan gravy as Tyler tended the
mac-n-cheese. Pops came down maybe halfway through and just watched. I
tried my best to pretend I didn't see him scrutinizing us with those
shark's eyes.

We plated the meal, Tyler with the salad first as I built the pepper
gravy. He then got up from his salad to help plate the green beans,
mac-n-cheese and chicken fries with the pepper gravy. Pop looked ecstatic
as he dug in. I ate my salad, Ty finished his and we both attacked the
entrée and sides as Pop slowly moaned through the meal.

"You know, I'm impressed. I wish I'd started training you sooner, Kyle. You
are an incredibly-good influence on you brother. Tomorrow is a school day,
Kyle, so come with me to bed and Tyler, you clean the kitchen then finish
what you need to and go to sleep, okay?" We nodded as if this sounded
wonderful.

Pop hoisted me onto his shoulder and I tried my best to giggle like I loved
it. He made a detour and snagged his "book" and carried me to his room. He
sat me down and got very serious.

"Kyle, Tyler can't hear you now. Nothing he said or threatened or promised
matters. Tell me what really happened today."

"I'd never lie to you, Daddy. You know that! I, uh, made him promise to
delete the pix and treat me nice, then cuffed him, removed the cage and
took him all the way to orgasm. "

"How?"

"I s-s-s-s-s-sucked him so I could learn how to make you happy, Daddy. Is
that, um, okay?"

"Very okay, baby boy. Go on,"

"Um, when he was really close, I stopped and took a video of him promising
the first two things and then, before I'd let him cum, made him swear that
he and his pack would protect me, Daddy, cuz I get bullied a lot. Then I
finished him off."

"What then?"

I looked into my father's doll's eyes and said, "Then I did it again and
again and again until he begged me to stop. I need the practice, Daddy, to
make you happy."

The smile on Pop's face was dangerous. "And then what?"

"Um, I caged him and uncuffed him and that was pretty much it. OH!
Wait. I'm sorry Daddy. He sucked me off like you told him he had to, every
day. And I didn't even remember, Daddy! Tyler came down to the kitchen and
blew me there so he could be sure to get it done."

"And did you enjoy it?"

"Oh, GOD, Daddy. He is soooooo good. I feel awful cuz I have so much to
learn before I'm g-g-g-g-good enough for you."

He tousled my hair. "Aw, baby boy, you're 'good enough'! The fact that you
get better all the time is just gravy. Now, you are really, *really* sure
nothing else happened?"

"He jacked me off, too, and kissed me. Oh, um, well one thing." I let
myself flush in horror which Pops would see as shyness. "At first... well,
Pop, I was still really m-m-m-m-m-mad about, you know, what he did? That I
thought he'd show me man-stuff and instead he... you know what he did."

"Uh huh?"

"So, I um, well... After you left, I gave him my locker key which is the
same type as the one for his cage and left the room."

He chuckled, then chortled, then laughed outright. Still gasping for breath
and laughing, he said, "And, and, and what happened?"

"Well, Daddy, he worked for the longest time before he figured it out and
when he came out I threatened to swallow the real key and told him that was
how I felt when I thought I was getting something good and didn't. He was,
well Daddy, he was a little upset and all..."

Pop was rolling on the bed now in mirth. "Oh. My. God! You are *priceless*,
baby boy! I can't wait to see--" He stopped abruptly.

All innocence and puppy-eyes, I asked, "See what, Daddy?"

"Never you mind, youngster." His smile froze my bones and I fought not to
show it. "Show me what you learned." I hocked down my disgust and thought
to myself, 'Maybe this time, or next time, or sometime, Pops will let me
take care of him and then just sleep.'

I gave him the best blowjob I knew how, and soon had him huffing and
chuffing. I wasn't ready when his big hands locked on my head and forced me
down as he throat-fucked me because I never imagined he would start so
early. I was on the very edge of blacking out when he came. I fell to the
side like a Raggedy Andy doll, boneless and spent. Pops either didn't
notice or didn't care as he headed to the bathroom, relieved himself and
came back. He hoisted me into bed and cuddled me tight. I passed from
hypoxia to sleep without really noticing the transition.

Almost robotically, I serviced him in the morning and made my way to school
with Tyler. I'd always hated Monday morning, but now... well, at least it
was away from the monstrousness of home. In fourth period, just before
lunch, a runner came in and whispered to the teacher who grumpily called,
"Kyle Volker? Front, please."

I followed the runner, a girl I didn't know, as she led me to the
principal's office. As with any kid, every misdeed of my life flashed
before my eyes (not a long film) as I tried to figure out what I'd done. My
blood ran cold, though, when the runner escorted Tyler in a few minutes
later. We looked at each other in absolute dread.

Before we could say anything, the inner door opened and Principal Dwyer's
high voice called, "Come in, please, boys."

We shuffled, condemned prisoners to the gallows, into the office and
blinked in surprise. Across from Principal Dwyer sat a very large, black,
fake-smiling woman whose every mannerism screamed "Social Services" and a
man who looked, well, rich. Short, stocky, compact, kindly in a nice-uncle
sort of way... but rich. A very large sheriff's officer, one we recognized
from around school, stood to one side behind the lady.

"Kyle, Tyler. I'm so sorry, but I have bad news... well. I'll let the
professionals tell you. If you will all excuse me?" He scuttled out like a
crab with crabs, trying to move quickly without moving his legs at all. The
woman took up the story.

"I'm so sorry, dears. Your father has been arrested," she said in a
professionally-simpering voice, "for some very bad crimes. I am terribly
afraid you won't be seeing him again for a very long time, if ever. Do you
understand?" We both nodded dumbly. Somewhere deep inside, far below the
level where my brain understood the words, something went, 'My god, maybe
this time we're finally safe!'

The cop spoke up, his soft, kindly voice seeming at odds with his rather
intimidating body, "Kyle, Tyler. I'm sorry to ask this. Do you recall,
either of you," the social worker gave him a flash of a glare, "your
father, um, using video recording equipment?"

I went to look at Tyler, completely at a loss on how to respond, when I
caught the rich guy's eyes. He looked away and microscopically shook his
head.

"Um, no sir, officer. N-N-N-N-Not that I can recall. Tyler?"

He stared at me in bewilderment for a moment. "No. Well, I think he took
pictures of my baseball games? But not, like, a movie camera or anything."

Everyone in the room relaxed. "Excellent. Then I'm done here. Charlotte?
Keep me posted, please?" The black woman smiled smarmily at him and turned
back to us.

"Do you two know your uncle? Gary Volker?" We looked at her, completely at
a loss, before she nodded to the little, obviously-rich teddy-bear of a
man. We both turned to look at him. He did, in a certain light, look a
little like Pops if our father had jowls and a lot of money.

Tyler turned back to the woman as I continued to stare at the strange
little man. "No, ma'am. I... well, we don't have an uncle, ma'am." The
woman laughed in a hideously-fake way and the man chuckled.

"I'm Gary. I'm your father's twin brother." We both looked at him
skeptically and he chuckled again. "No, not that kind of twin. We were born
on the same day but really have nothing in common."

"Mr Volker, your uncle, has petitioned for *custody*, young men, and the
courts have *agreed*. He is an *excellent* man with *impeccable*
references. I'm quite sure you will be *wonderfully* treated." Her singsong
stresses made me a little queasy. "I'll just leave the three of you to get
acquainted. Mr Volker, I'll be outside if you need anything."

"Thanks, Charlotte, you're a doll."

Tyler and I stared at each other. Tyler took the lead. "What's going on?"
His voice was high, tight, desperate, afraid.

Gary's voice was soothing and deep. "I'm so very sorry, kids. It's got to
be a terrible shock. And the news coverage is going to be brutal but I'll
shield you as much as I can. Perry," he saw the blank looks, "your father,
Perry, has been arrested. They found an incredible amount of -- well, it
will be in the news - child pornography on his computer and some really
nasty stuff. Boys even younger than you, some of them, with your father
doing, well, unspeakable things to them. Horrible, really. Everyone is just
thankful that he didn't get to the two of you as well."

"Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What's gonna happen to Pops?" The voice was mine but I could
not have recognized it.

"Well, as it happens, I know the answer to that. I paid for his legal
defense. When he was shown the depth of the evidence, he threw himself on
the mercy of the court. He will serve, well, a lot of years, kids. A LOT of
years. It's unlikely he'll be out of prison before you're grown and have
kids of your own." He looked at our faces. "I know. It's a shock. I'm so
very sorry. I know you loved him and this is a terrible thing." Terrible?
Fuck that! "I'll do what I can to make it up to you. Okay?"

Tyler and I converged on the little bear of a man and cried on his
shoulder. He might have thought we were grieving, but we were both
rejoicing with those tears. My every cell screamed, 'Maybe this time, it
will finally be RIGHT!' He brought the social worker back in who beamed at
us. The cop peeked in and smiled as well, signing something the social
worker handed him. Our new-found uncle walked us out to a Hummer (a
HUMMER!) and installed us in the back seat. "Boys, I know it's scary but I
have to do some paperwork. You okay?" We nodded and he left.

I spun to Tyler, "He's GONE, Tyler! He's GONE!" I tucked myself in and wept
into Tyler's chest and I felt his sobs shake through me as well. "Never
again, Tyler. Never again. It's over!" It became a mantra for us both,
"It's over!" We repeated the two words over and over to each other, crying
and laughing and sobbing and bouncing in turns. All our dream had come
true.

Uncle Gary came back and we calmed ourselves, drying our tears. "You know,
you guys are really lucky. Perry was a nasty piece of work, even as a
kid. Do you know he tormented every boy for blocks around? Yeah, he
did. Even then. Let's get you to your new home and then we can talk."

Tyler and I were latched onto each other, absolutely joyous. We watched the
urban landscape vanish -- Fort Collins didn't exactly have a lot of
suburbia -- and the high chaparral take its place. We got into the
foothills and the horizon was no further than the roadsides as the road
slid between the high banks and rocky cuts. We wound along beside a river
for a while as the landscape became more and more mountainous.

At a small town, we came to a sign reading "Red Feather, Livermore,
Cherokee Park" and turned right, climbing further into the countryside on a
smooth dirt road. About fifteen minutes later, we crested a hillside and
took a very sharp right onto a rutted track. Fifteen very bumpy minutes
after that, we climbed another hill and, just over the crest, was an
immense log cabin with a green metal roof overlooking a thickly-wooded vale
between two rock-studded mountainsides.

"Welcome home, boys!"

We crawled out, a little stiff, and looked around in slack-jawed
wonder. The massive home was set partially into the mountain, and every
horizon was a mountain-scape from a movie. Brown scrub and wildflowers
owned every vista above the valley, coating the sharp peaks and long slopes
with color and shade. We broke our awe reverie only when Gary's voice --
*Uncle* Gary's voice -- said, "You're home, kids. Grab a bag each and let's
go inside."

There were two small duffels and we each shouldered one and went through
the door. The inside was like a museum; rustic wood, antlers, heads,
carvings and massive windows to let in the incomparable views. "I hope you
like it, boys. This is your home, now."

I couldn't help it. I dropped the duffle and latched onto Tyler, pulling
him to the floor and weeping, sobbing into him. At long last, we were free
of the horrors of Fort Collins, of our home, of Pops. We wept with joy.

"Kids," Uncle Gary's voice broke our lock, "This is Quinten." He nodded to
a very large, fit, bear of a man on the stairs. "He takes care of the house
and, thus, will take care of you. I want you to be completely at home here,
boys." We boggled at the sight as we regained our feet. The big man was
completely naked. I turned and saw Gary take off the last of his own
clothes except for a jockstrap.

He smiled. "Get comfortable. It's just us guys. We never wear clothes in
the house, boys. I wear my jock, but no one else wears anything, ever,
unless we have strangers for company. It saves on laundry and hassle, and
there are only men here. Go ahead and strip." He made it sound so obvious,
so reasonable, that we did.

Just as Tyler was getting out of his pants, and I turned to the man who'd
saved us from Pop. "G-G-G-G-Gary, I mean, Uncle Gary? Tyler... well, I mean
P-P-P-P-Pops did something terrible and he's got my brother locked... Oh!
You've got to help him, please?"

"Oh, you mean the cock-lock?"

Tyler sobbed as he realized his torment was nearing an end. Gary knew and
understood. "Yessir. Please! It's just wrong. He doesn't d-d-d-d-deserve
it!"

"Actually, Kyle, I'm afraid he does." Both of us went stock-still,
horrified beyond words. Gary just smiled. "You see, unlike the police, I
have access to *everything* my brother ever recorded. I think Tyler more
than deserves a long stint in chastity. Quinten, take young Tyler up to his
cell while I get dear, sweet little Kyle... settled, mmm?"

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