Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2011 08:42:17 -0600 From: Brian Suddards Subject: Bobby 8 Disclaimer: This story is fiction. It deals with BDSM, CBT, Water Sports, Scat, Anal and Oran sex between consenting and non consenting men. All names are also fiction. All places and or events never happened. If you are under 18 or it is illegal to read this story in your State or Province, you should leave this site now. Chapter 8 I had to tie Bobby to the bed to prevent him from injuring himself. With his legs spread, his balls looked really gross. I tied his hands loosely above his head. "Sorry love, but I don't want you touching your nuts for a while. I might even have to drain the fluid from your sack later. We'll see." Randy came back and I checked his nuts. Although swollen, they weren't as swollen as Bobby's. "I guess all the work is up to you this week until Bobby can move around. You get to service us both too Randy. Remember everything costs you if you screw up." "I understand Father." "Well to start you can make us some supper." "Yes Sir." Randy waddled off. "How are you feeling Bobby?" "Fuck my balls hurt. It's almost as if you were still doing stuff to them." "Well, give it a couple of hours and I'll see if I have to put a drain in." "Why do you have to drain them?" "They will probably fill with liquid and become even more painful. Draining them will reduce the pressure on your testicles." "Well they sure hurt like hell now." "Well you better think next time before you ask me to continue." I knew he was thinking about what I did to him. He was starting to get hard. "You're a real pain pig Bobby." "Yeah, I guess." He tried to laugh, which hurt. "Damn it even hurts to laugh." Randy came up with soup and sandwiches. He did look funny as he walked, but I didn't comment. I undid Bobby and helped him sit up to eat. "I got to pee Dad. Can you help me?" "Randy, help Bobby out." Without comment Randy slipped Bobby's cock into his mouth. Bobby must have had a big load, it took Randy along time to finish. "Thanks Randy." Bobby said. "You darn near filled me up." He giggled. "Later tonight you can suck us both off too." I said. After eating I helped Bobby back down flat and retied his arms and legs. "Try and sleep some Bobby. I'll check in with you later." Randy headed down to clean up the mess from dinner. I went into my living room and flipped on the TV. A little while later Randy came in and sat on the floor by my feet. "How you feeling Randy?" "They still hurt like hell, but not as much as Bobby, I'm sure." "Next time you two decide you want more, you both get the same. You might talk to Bobby." "I will dad." After a few hours of TV, we went back upstairs. Bobby was not asleep. I checked his ball sack. It was stretched tight as a drum. I checked his nuts inside and Bobby groaned. I went into the bathroom and got some surgical tubing and a needle. Taking them along with an alcohol swab I went back and sat down. "Randy, there is a plastic bucket in the mud room. Go bring it up here." He took off and returned a short time later. I snapped the needle onto one end of the tubing. I put the other end in the bucket. "You probably won't even feel this Bobby." I swabbed a spot on his sack and inserted the needle. I taped it in place. A clear liquid, with a few specks of red drained out of his sack. "There that will keep your sack a little looser. Give your nuts more room." Randy and I laid down next to Bobby. I pushed Randy down and as he sucked me, I sucked him. He yelled as he came and then went back to sucking. After I got off he went over to Bobby. "Better leave it till morning Randy. Then you can drain him and suck him off. His nuts should be down a bit by then." Randy laid next to me and I drifted off to sleep. Had real sweet dreams too. Youth was obviously working, Bobby's nuts looked much better in the morning. Sunday now, one day and we would be back to work. Randy looked almost normal. Randy tried gamely to handle my shit, but puked it all up real fast. I left him to fend for himself and went to Bobby. His balls were looking much better and I removed the needle. "Well Son, the way your coming along you might make it to work tomorrow." "I got to go real bad Dad." "RANDY, GET IN HERE. Bobby needs you." I yelled. "I got to crap to Dad." I helped Bobby up and into the bathroom. Randy looked real green. He was going to look greener still. Randy protested until I slapped him very hard. "You two agreed to this. Now you service Bobby or I'll make it so you can't sit for a month." I was surprised he accepted Booby's load of crap a lot easier than he did mine. He still got sick and puked a lot, but he looked a lot better when he was done. Maybe love came into that equation. After we showered, Randy went down and made breakfast. Bobby actually walked down for Breakfast. "Your burst of defiance Randy cost you 10 lashes." "I know Dad, but I was just so sick. I don't know if I will ever get used to it." "Well I will do you from now on Randy." Bobby said. "Well if you are feeling that good Bobby, you both can go down and do the horses. Don't forget an apple. It should take you both no more than thirty minutes. During the week you can do it first thing when we come from work." "Yes Father." They both answered. "The regimen starts today. If I find one thing out of place or even a dirty sock, you both suffer. You boys are now my Slaves to do with as I wish." "Fuck up or take too much time, I'll add strokes to your butts." "Yes Father, we understand." Bobby said. "Father, I love Bobby and you. Can you do to me what you did to Bobby?" "I can Randy, but I think we should wait until next weekend. Bobby needs some more surgery. After his cock is fixed then we can go all out." "But I want to feel what he's feeling now." His tone was one of defiance and hurt. "Really Randy? Stand up and spread your legs." I wished at that point I had my work boots on. With only running shoes I kicked him square in his still sore nuts. He dropped to floor and puked up his breakfast. "Get down there and clean up your boy friends mess Bobby. I still expect you both to service the horses. Get to it boy." I got real hard watching Bobby lick up Randy's puke. I could have fucked both right then. Both boys cleaned the mess up and then cleaned the kitchen. I went out onto the deck. Damn this was going to be great. Two young guys that would do anything I wanted. I watched both boys head for the barn and checked my watch. They both made it back with time to spare. I figure I would cut the time next time. I really wanted to whip Randy's ass. I wanted him to fuck up more. I knew I loved Bobby and would have to be careful. He was a real pain pig. If I could make Randy the same way it would do wonders. Whipping Randy's Indian ass really turned me on. "We're done Father." "Well the grass in the yard needs cutting and you can also rake it up. You will find a mower in the shed. That should take you a couple of hours. Make sure lunch is on time and remember no clothes." Both took off and I went to my in home office. I worked at paying off bills and generally checking the Business. I was really making money finally. My Bank loan was down to less than ten grand and my house was finally paid off. I was just sitting looking at the screen when I heard what I was sure were shots, gun shots. I jumped up and looked out onto the yard. I saw both my two boys kneeling with their hands on their heads. The native guy I had fired was standing over them. I reached for the phone and then stopped. Threaten me asshole you were in big trouble. I walked to my gun chest and pulled out first my shotgun, the set it back and pulled out my target 22. I loaded a full clip and quietly made my way to the deck. When I walked onto the deck, The Indian had Bobby sucking his cock as he held the shot gun to his head. Perfect. I took careful aim at the hand holding the shot gun. The guy was so engrossed on Bobby sucking him that the shotgun was not any where near Bobby's head. I fired and round hit his hand. He screamed and dropped the shotgun. Randy was very quick to grab it. "Don't fire Randy." I shouted. I ran down to the three of them. "Hurt my boys cocksucker and I'll kill you." I sung the butt of my 22 at his head and cold cocked him. Booby was in my arms crying. "Easy Son, Your okay now. This animal will never hurt you again." "Do you want me to call the cops?" Randy asked. No, we will take care of him together." "Fix his hand and when he comes around make sure he can't move too much." The boys took great delight in restraining him. His wound was pretty superficial. He came too screaming obscenities. I just slapped him. "You wanted to hurt someone I loved, now I am going to let them hurt you." "Boys, you can do anything you want with him." "Really, anything?" "Sure, why not. He came here and invaded our home. I doubt anyone's knows he's here. You two can do anything you want with him." It did not take the boys long to get him nude. Both dragged and half walked him down to the barn. I followed and let the horses out. They took off running. I then followed the boys upstairs to the loft. While Randy held him up, Bobby inserted a pipe under his elbows behind his back. Then they attached ropes and hooked him to the hay hoist. They pulled him off the floor. They then pulled his legs apart and tied them to rings in the floor. Not a bad view. The Indian had a pretty big dick and fat balls. I figured they were going to fatter still pretty soon. "Boy, has he got a lot of hair." Bobby commented. "Maybe we should shave him?" Randy said. "Naw, takes too long. We could burn it off." I knew right away what they needed. I told them to keep him amused I would be right back. I went to the house and got exactly what the boys would need. I came back and handed Bobby an atomizer bottle and a can of lighter fluid. He saw immediately what it could be used for. After filling the bottle he had Randy stand by with a barbecue lighter. The Indian knew exactly what was about to happen and started screaming. Bobby just ignored his screams as he soaked the Indian's balls and crotch with lighter fluid. White gas burns with out even being lit and the Native screamed louder as the gas burned his tender skin. Randy snapped the lighter on and pushed it into his hairy crotch. there was whoosh and his balls and cock were engulfed in flames. The ungodly screams could probably be heard for miles. The flames died out quick and Bobby checked to see if they had missed any hair. He went behind him and squirted more up the crack of his ass. Randy again lit and both boys laughed as the Native screamed and cried. "Much better now. We can see what we got to work with." Randy reached out and grabbed the natives fore skin. "Got too much fore skin too. Lets circumcise him to start." "Cool." Bobby laughed. I sat down in one of the chairs to watch. Randy picked up a scalpel and walked over. He grabbed the fore skin and pulled it tight. "Don't need to be too careful Randy. He isn't going to be using his cock for fucking ever again." Bobby smiled. Randy, none too carefully sliced off the foreskin. Even as the Native howled I saw his cock thicken. Bobby saw it too. "I think he likes it. He's getting hard." Bobby laughed. "Bet he will love this then." Randy had the big cock clamp in his hands. The Indian started to shake his head and gyrate. "Hold him still Bobby." Bobby grabbed the guys hips as Randy slipped the cock clamp on and released it. I thought the Indian would go berserk, his howls were ungodly. Both boys laughed and then picked up the spiked balls clamps. "You know, if you just say you'll do anything we ask, we'll go easy on you." Bobby smiled. "Fuck you! I ever get out of here your dead faggots." He screamed. "Kind of what I thought you would say." Bobby laughed. He walked up the Native, reached out and grabbed his low hanging sack. He pushed one ball apart in the sack and put the ball clamp on it. Even as the Native howled, Randy put the other on. Both boys stood back as the Indian screamed his heart out. "Sure got a good set of lungs." Bobby laughed again. "Maybe you boys should gag him. Don't want to spook the horses." I said. Randy picked up the longest cock gag he could find and approached the Native. The native clamped his mouth shut. "Hang on a second Randy. I got something better." I said. I showed both boys the other kind of gag I had. It forced the mouth open and had a hole so you could if you wanted face fuck without worrying about him biting your cock. "Oh yeah Dad. That's real cool." Bobby lowered the native to his knees. Randy walked up to him. "Open up boy." The native just shook his head. Bobby walked up, bent down and grabbed the clamp on the Natives cock and twisted it viciously. The scream from the Indian was short lived as Randy jammed the gag in his mouth. He snapped it tight. The gag also covered his eyes. It was like a leather mask, with a hole at his mouth. In a heart beat after Randy put the mask on he shoved his already hard cock into the Natives mouth and vigorously skull fucked him. AS horny as he was he blew real quick and then stepped back. Bobby took his place and fucked his face in quick strokes. Even as the Native gagged on their cocks. Bobby stepped away as he was done. "Do you want to get off Father?" He asked me. "I do, but don't want to waste it on him. Get down here boy and suck me off." Bobby dropped to his knees and sucked me. I wasn't real kind to him, just grabbed his head and forced my cock into his mouth and throat. He gagged as much as the Native. It didn't take long, lucky for Bobby, for me to get off. "Thanks Dad." He said as he stood up. Now both temporarily sated, they were at a loss as to what to do next. "Think he is a virgin?" I said. It was like a light went off in both their heads. Randy went to the rack and rolled it over in front of the native. I wondered how they were going to get him strapped down. They undid his hands, they might be in the fight of their lives. Randy was already thinking. He pulled a cable from the head of the rack down and put it around the natives neck. As he tightened it the native had choice but allow himself to pulled onto the rack. It was either accept or strangle. After getting halfway on the rack, they undid his hands and strapped them down. Then they strapped his legs to the legs of the rack. With clamps still on his cock and balls, the Indian howled as his cock and balls were crushed between the table and his body. In the position he was in now, his ass was wide open for assault. It took both of them to move the steel frame the fucking machine was on behind the native. Adjusting it was easy after they had it in position. Randy lined up the different sized dildos. "Too bad we have to use all this KY Dad. Wish we could use ordinary oil." "I'm sure it you looked in the shed, you would find some motor oil. That would work too. However you would really need to clean them after. I'm not sure what motor oil would do to your butts if I used them later on you two." "Cool." Randy said and took off. "So planning on starting small and working your way up?" "Yeah, we figure to get him big enough to fist fuck." Bobby said. "While you are waiting for Randy, run to the house and bring a bucket of cold beer." "Yes Father." He took off. I walked up to the Native. "You really made a big mistake coming here. I'm going to watch my two boys fist fuck you. Later I might just cut those nuts off and eat them. You can be sure you won't leave this farm alive." Randy had come back while I was talking to the Native. "Dad, are we really going to kill him?" "Does it bother you Randy?" "No. I just wasn't sure what we were going to do in the end. I knew we could never let him go." "Come over here Son." I pulled Randy into my arms and kissed him. He just melted into me. "I love you Dad." He said. "Even when I do this son?" I reached down to his tender nuts and squeezed them. He cried out and then just stood. "Yeah Dad, even when you hurt me." I kissed him on the nose. "You can do it more Dad. It turns me on when you do." "Later Son, after you have fist fucked him. I might just have him fist fuck you." Randy's eyes got real big. I did notice his cock also got real hard. Bobby came back and set the bucket of beer on the floor. I let go of Randy and turned and backhanded Bobby. "What took you so long boy? Stand up." Tears were streaming down Bobby's face as he stood. "I'm sorry Father." "That's okay Bobby, just letting you guys know that speed is very important. You added 10 lashes to Randy's ass by taking so long." Randy hugged Bobby. "Thanks Bro. Maybe next time take longer." "Dad, we kind of decided between us that we want to get as many as we can." "Okay, from now on everything is tripled." "But I am going to make it even more interesting. From now on if you fuck up both get it and you each have to do each other as I watch and keep count." "So to date, Randy and you Bobby owe me 60 lashes on your bottoms." I thought that might make them think twice, but I saw both boys get hard. Randy had not only brought back a gallon jug of Motor oil, he also brought back a plastic tray. He poured the oil into the tray and then dipped the smallest dildo into the oil. He then screwed it on the fucking machine. He lined it up on the natives ass. Even gagged as he was the native screamed as Randy rotated the machine forward until the smallest dildo penetrated his virgin ass. Once it was all the way in, Randy clicked on the machine. The screams from the native went to moans very quickly. "I don't think he was a virgin Father." Bobby said. They stopped the machine and went to the 2 inch thick dildo. The native enjoyed it too, so they upped to the four inch. This one was almost ten inches long. The Native screamed a blue streak as it was forced in and out of his ass, but pretty soon it was all moans. "Damn he likes to get fucked." Randy said. With only the two monster dildos left, Randy figured to go for the maximum. "Dad they way he is reacting I think he might already have been fist fucked." "Your right Son." Randy soaked the six inch, 14 inch long dildo in oil. As it was slowly forced into his ass the Native went crazy. I knew what he was feeling, I had one of these forced into my ass a long time ago. What surprised me most was no matter what we had done to him he never once passed out from the pain. He was a true masochist. After several strokes into his ass, Randy increased the speed and penetration. Even as he screamed I saw his cock was very hard even with the clamp on it. God it looked hot seeing that monster dildo split him open. Randy had set penetration at about 12 inches. He had also increased the speed so the dildo slammed into the Natives brown ass. I was rock hard. "Your turn Randy. Suck me off." Randy just kneeled and accepted. Even as I held his head he loved it. My second load filled him pretty quick. "You taste great Dad." The boys stopped the machine and moved it back. Both had grabbed latex gloves. Both had been shown what to do. It was almost an anticlimax as first Randy and then Bobby fist fucked the native. I passed, seeing that the native enjoyed both boys fists in his ass. Both boys were also disappointed. They wanted him to feel pain not pleasure. One thing the fist fucking did was relax the Native, so it was easy to strap him down to the rack. Strapped down his cock was really mangled by the clamp. Randy removed it and the native finally screamed again. They also removed the ball clamps which brought on more screams. Bobby wheeled over the Electro-Torture Machine. "You boys want this too?" I asked. "Not this time Dad. We want to see if we can fry his nuts." I think it finally dawned on the Native that his fate was sealed. He just laid on the rack. "Bobby, I'm getting hungry. Go make some dinner." "Yes Father." He took off. "Come with me Randy." He'll keep. He's not going anywhere." When Randy looked at the Native. After leaving the barn I walked over to a patch of ground. "Randy, what you two are going to do will in all probability kill that Native. So I want you both to dig his grave here at the back of the barn. Six feet deep and three feet wide and six long. I'll give you both two hours to get the job done. Fail to finish on time I'll double what you owe me now. You both have derived pleasure today and I need some too. I hope you take longer. Every 10 minutes you take longer, I'll add 10 times three strokes." "Father, I have never wanted anyone to whip me more than I have wanted you too." "Sometimes Father I feel like I want to whipped to death." "Randy, it will never happen. I'll spread the lashes out. You might not be able to sit, but at least you will know you got what you want." "Dad, that's all I can ask for. My Dad did me so many times I came to enjoy it. It was at least he was paying attention to me." "Lets go have dinner. Bobby should have it ready or he and you will be in a lot more pain." "Cool." Randy laughed. Bobby had dinner ready and it was real good. Just watching him prance around the kitchen got me rock hard again. Without even thinking about it, I walked behind and spun him around and pushed him over the counter. I dropped my shorts, lined up and rammed my cock into his butt. He screamed at my entry, but that quickly changed to moans as I hammered my cock in and out of his ass. As soon as I got close, I pulled out and pushed Randy to his knees. He needed no instructions, just sucked my dirty cock into his mouth. After blowing in his mouth, I told him to rim Bobby before they had dinner. Both boys thanked me before sitting down. "That felt good Bobby and dinner was good. After you two clean up, I gave Randy your instructions before we finish the native. They were about to get up, when I heard a vehicle enter the yard. "Quick boys, shorts and t-shirts." I said as I headed for the door. When I got to the door, I saw a State Police car come to a stop. The trooper got out and walked to meet me. "Good afternoon Sir. Sorry to interrupt your Sunday, but the man George Running Cloud jumped his bond and then broke into a gun shop in town. Considering you were one of the people who had him charged, we figured we should warn you." "I'm pretty far off the main road. It would be a long walk out here." "Well just be your guard Sir. Are you alone out here?" "No, I have two of my employees living here as well." "That's good." "I am being remiss. Would you like a cold beer." "Thank you, I would." I led the trooper up to the deck. Randy and Bobby came out and I asked one of them to get some cold beer. The trooper introduced himself as John Watson. I introduced both boys and told them the story about Running Cloud. Both said they would keep a good lookout. After finishing the beer the trooper left. As soon as he was out the gate both boys stripped and we had a laugh about Running Cloud. Both boys took off to dig the grave. I'd given them two hours, but it took almost three before they showed up at the house. I mentally added up the strokes each would get, but didn't say anything to them. They knew they had taken way too long. "Go clean up and we'll finish with the native. I'm going to pass on whipping tonight. You both need to work tomorrow." Well finishing the native as the boys wanted proved to ne a tough proposition. He did scream himself hoarse as the boys put almost a thousand volts at 20 amps through just his balls, but he never passed out and even shot his load once. Both boys were getting frustrated. This guy really was a pain pig or just very strong. I almost thought about keeping him as someone to experiment on, but changed my mind. They pulled all the wires and just stood a moment looking at him. Bobby turned picked up the scalpel and sliced off his nuts. I don't think he even felt it. Randy pulled the mask off him and showed him his nuts. He never said a word just looked at Randy with pure hate. "Fuck you cocksucker." Bobby said and sliced his thick cock off. Blood shot from the stump onto the table. We watched as his eyes slowly lost color as he bled out. After he was dead the boys with my help got him on the hay hoist and lowered him to the barn floor. Both boys dragged him to hole and rolled him in. They quickly covered him and then packed down the spot. Both were covered in mud and blood. I sent both to shower and I grabbed a beer and sat on the deck. Both came out and sat at my feet. I ruffled their hair. "You both did good. Grab a beer." We sat and watched the sun go down. TBC