Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2007 21:23:53 +0000 From: succum241 Subject: Mick & Friends - 21 Hi there. In case you had not guessed it by now this is an erotic story involving sexual acts of a gay nature between teen boys. If this is not your scene or if it is illegal for you to access this material, look away now. If you continue and read this chapter please let me know what you think about it and the story in general. Write to me at: succum241@lycos.co.uk It would be nice for you tell me something about yourself as well so that I can get an idea of who I am writing for. But please only tell me what you want me to know (if anything). I'm not trying to pry into your private life or anything like that. I will try and respond to all mail received. Rick Chapter 20 ended "Thank you. I want you to know that if you and Dave find that you do like each other, then there might be some occasions when Dave spends the night with us as John has to go away on business occasionally and sometimes it would be easier if he could stay away over night. But Mick I want you to promise me that if that is going to be a problem with you, you are to tell me. I will not be hurt or upset. John is going to give Dave the same option of refusal as well with no pressure. Also we don't expect either of you to make your minds up after Friday. If the two of you are just like absolutely anti each other then we will try not to have too many times when you meet up. But his staying over will only happen if you both agree you could handle it. OK?" "Ok mom, but if you think we will like each other, then I'm sure we will. Even if he is not gay." Chapter 21 I went to bed that evening a contented guy. I had friends who liked what I liked. I had pictures in my head of things which excited me in different ways. Like the boys learning gymnastics. As my thoughts went round the scenes I had watched earlier and I remembered the Adonis who had so thrilled me, I got hard yet again that day and couldn't help but play with my cock some more. I wondered how much a guy could be erect for during a day without cumming and then how many times a guy could actually come in any given 24 hour period. I decided that I would have to experiment a bit on this and didn't realise just how much premonition there would be in that thought. (But that will come up in further chapters.) Funnily enough I did not have an orgasm again but just dropped off to sleep with my hand still wrapped around my hard cock. There is always a first time for everything they tell me. In the past, I would have had to wank to orgasm before I could fall asleep. I woke in morning with my cock, seemingly, still hard even though my hand was not still wrapped around it. Of course I know that it must have got soft while I slept, but I liked the thought of keeping an erection for the whole night and so let this bit of impossibility float around in my consciousness for a while. I decided that I really liked Bob and that I also enjoyed being with him and Mark and Michael. Though it was not the same as it was with Brandon and Kevin, I was confident in myself that I could be happy in Witham. I was to come to realisation as life continued, that no two relationships are ever the same and that I would never replicate what Brandon and I had as first lovers; but I would also learn in time that though my love for Brandon would never die, I could also come to love others and not feel guilty or that I was betraying Brandon or being unfaithful. But at this time in my life when being parted from Brandon was still so sharp in my heart and mind, I was not able to see so clearly and so found this hampering my relationship with others. However, bodily needs must and I found I could overcome the guilt enough to let others help fill my sexual needs at the time. How fickle we humans are? On the one hand we feel we have to be true and that our responsibilities and loyalties must be upheld, but when the opportunity to meet our personal greed or desires knocks, that guilt and those loyalties can so easily be placed on the back burner. Sure they will rise again after the need has been met, but in time they either consume us or fade into the distant memory. Right now I was being consumed by a fading memory, even though I was not really aware of it. I did however feel that I owed it to Bob to be honest and truthful about how I was feeling and so resolved to tell him when I saw him later on in the morning. Later on in the morning came and found me lying spread-eagled, naked, on Bob's bed while he examined me with the ever ready tweezers in his right hand. I must admit I was in a pretty vulnerable position when I raised the subject of my confused feelings. Bob let me just spill it all out without interruption and when I finally ran out of words, he let go of my cock and moved up and leaning over me kissed me on the mouth, "Mick, are you ever going to listen to what I say?" he asked when he had finished kissing me. I looked at him rather perplexed because I was not sure of what he referring to. "I seem to recall telling you before that I understand your feelings for Brandon and even Kevin also, and that all I am asking of you is to be your friend and to be allowed to gratify your sexual desires sometimes and I will be grateful for the times you can pleasure me. Someday, I hope it can grow into true love, but I know that with the age difference and what you have just been talking about that will take some time if it ever happens at all. You have nothing to feel guilty about as far as how you treat me. At least not so far anyways. How you feel about Brandon and Kevin you have to sort out with them. But just remember this, you organised for Brandon and Kevin to meet so that they could be company for each other after you moved out. Did you intend for that companionship to be celibate? Do you think they expect you to stay celibate until you see them again? I think you know the answer to those questions, but are not willing yet to let the answer enter into your logic and emotions." Bob had me with that. There was no counter argument to what he had said and so I just hugged him. Bob told me that he had finished inflicting pain on me and that it was now my turn to do some plucking on him and that he wanted me to shave what I was not able to pluck in half an hour as we had things to do today and I had to give him a milkshake before we went out to do them. "What things?" "Well I have some other people I want to introduce you to in the hopes that you will agree to be my ward and come on an initiation trip at the end of the holidays." We chatted some more while I plucked at his balls and the path between his ball and bum and then he announced the half hour was up and it was time to get in some sucking. We 69-ed and blew each other off and then went through to the bathroom so that I could shave a bit more of Bob's unwanted hair off; mainly from his bum and lower back. We washed each other off, got dressed and set off. "Where are we going?" I asked. "First we going to meet up with Michael and Mark and then we are going to see some of the other guys who are the leaders or what we call the inner circle of the club." "But what if I decide that I don't want to be your ward? Won't you be breaking some code of secrecy by letting me know who is in the club?" "In other circumstances it would be, but I have discussed the matter with them and in view of the shortness of time we have and on mine and Michael's recommendation they have agreed to meet with you anyway. You see Michael and I have basically given a guarantee that you will not speak out of turn about us. We trust you." "Gee, thanks." I think I was blushing scarlet at that praise. I hadn't yet admitted it to myself, but I had already decided that I would become Bob's ward. We rounded a corner and there Michael and Mark were waiting for us and we greeted each other with the usual smiles and "hi's". We all set off walking together and of course I got asked again about my weekend overnighter with Brandon and Kevin and they made appropriate noises of approval or whatever else was applicable to the comments and details I passed on. Mark grabbed my arse and asked if it was still sore. To which I replied that it was not and so he said it was time to stretch it again then. "Not yet," Bob chipped in, "That was something special Mick had with Brandon and Kevin and he is not yet ready to share that with any of us and besides which, I lay first claim to him." "Not fair, we knew him first." Mark said "Yeah, but Bob has made him more of a friend than we have at this stage," Michael argued. "Hey, I'm here, you know. You guys are discussing me as if I am an object to be shared around to the highest bidder at the time." I interrupted. "Oh shit, Sorry Mick. Didn't mean it to sound that way. It's just we all like you so much we want as much of you as we can get. I know that sounds pretty mercenary but it's our hormones talking and they don't always choose the most tactful approach." Michael apologised. By this time our walking had brought us to the duck pond behind the church on the river walk. We went round the pond and cut off into some of the denser foliage following a path that obviously was not used very regularly. Suddenly we turned off that path and literally fought our way through the bracken or what ever they called that horrible stuff and found ourselves in a clearing which was shaded by one of the bigger trees in the river plain. "The others will be here soon." Bob explained and we sat down on some old logs to wait. "So how awesome did it feel when you took your first cherry?" Mark asked. "Shit, it was something else. I can't really describe how I or it felt. I think you have to experience it to really understand it." I replied. Mark placed his hand on my cock and asked if thinking about it got me hard. The answer was in his hand, but for the benefit of the other two, I answered in the affirmative. "And what about when your cherry got popped?" Mark was full of questions. "Same thing, you gotta do it to know it. What about you, you been popped yet as you put it?" I decided to turn the tables a bit. "Yeah, but it was by my brother, not my lover. I was wondering if the feelings would be different." Mark added, confirming that he and Michael had a bit of an incestuous relationship. Michael had turned bright pink at this revelation and I think he was a bit embarrassed that the information had got out. He needn't have worried. Both Bob and I had suspected as much and would not reveal any of it to anyone else. "Mark, we haven't done anything with each other for a long while now, do you have to be so free with the information?" Michael asked. "Hey, it's cool, Michael, both Mick and I have known for some time that you and Mark have a bit on the quiet and it's ok. Also we are not going to tell anyone; it's up to you two who you give that sort of information to, not us." Bob said. "Sometimes I wish I had a brother to help me out occasionally. I mean when I have to spend a day with mom, or am just not in the mood to go out, or if I do go out and the opportunity doesn't come to do anything, then you left with your own hand and some mental pictures – a brother to take their place would good." I put in. The sound of movement in the bushes approaching our spot put an end to the discussion at that stage. The rustling got nearer and soon enough a face appeared closely followed by a body and then another two. The one in front was later introduced as Jim Goldsmith. Jim was clearly of similar age to Bob and Michael. He was in a minority of one as he was Jewish and therefore I would see later was circumcised. I would also drool over the size of his package, for he had been blessed, but that too would be later. Jim was followed by Burt, or more correctly Albert Dorshet. He was obviously about the same age as me and as I found out later, he was indeed only 6 months younger than me. I would discover that he like Mark was also in my year at school. The third member of the group was the produce of an immigrant family who had been in the UK for a generation or more. His name was Ron Gustav, but he sounded more English than most of the Essex people I had met. Ron was a year younger than Bob and Michael and so was only three years older than me, making him 15 at this time, but he was already a member of the inner circle. After the introductions had been made, Jim took over and was the obvious leader of the group. "Ok Mick, you're the man on the spot at the moment. I presume you have been told a bit of what this is all about?" Jim said. "Yes, I know it's to do with the club and being a ward of Bob's." I answered. "Ah, has the situation changed a bit then since we last spoke Bob?" Ron interrupted. "Mick has not yet given me a final decision and I am not pushing him for it." Bob answered. "Right then. Let's proceed as planned." Jim took control again. "We know we are bending the rules a bit for you Mick, but you have had good recommendations; but before we can go any further, do you promise on pain of persecution and a life made unbearable not to reveal to anybody outside of this present company anything you see hear or do today and if you do become a member of the club from this day on?" Jim made it very clear that if I did not promise there would be nothing further ever, and if I did promise and then break that promise, my life would not be worth the living. I must admit that I was a bit intimidated by this, but also understood the need for it. "I understand and promise that my lips are sealed." I answered. "Ok then, can you confirm that you are at least a little interested in what the club is about and what being a ward involves and the privileges a ward gets from the club.?" Jim asked. "I would say that I am more than a little interested." I replied. "Good. Now remove all your clothes, but your underpants and stand in the middle of us with your hands at your sides." Jim ordered. I started to take off my shirt and Bob said, "Ah Jim, Mick doesn't wear underpants, I think he should keep his shorts on." I didn't give them a chance to discuss it and just dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. Then I bent down to untie my trainers and take them off. Totally naked and semi-hard I stood up and faced the group who were all sitting in a semi circle around me. "How old are you Mick," Ron asked. "Twelve." "Tell us about your hair then." Ron questioned further. "I like being smooth and so have it plucked regularly." "You have it plucked – does that mean you don't do it yourself?" Still Ron with the questions. "I do a bit myself, but most of it is done by others, Bob now most of the time." "How do you feel about others not only seeing you with a hard on but also feeling you and maybe even sucking you or more?" Jim resumed his questioning. "I have a couple of friends in Brentwood who were my first partners and we gave our cherries to each other this last weekend and I guess I still feel some sort of need of loyalty towards them which makes it hard for me to give to others at the moment." "But I'm told that you have been involved in some physical activity with Bob and these two." Jim continued indicating Michael and Mark. "Yes, and that is what has given rise to some of my confusion over this. I feel bad when I do it, but I still need to do it." "Mick, are you always this open with people whom you've only just met?" Burt asked. "No, but I trust Bob, Michael and Mark and they have said you guys are all okay, so I guess I feel I can trust you also." "Come over here to me now." Jim ordered, and so I walked over and stood near him. Jim leant forward and by stretching out his hand was able to hold and feel my cock and balls. He began to give me a slow jerk and saw that I was producing some pre-cum and so he spread that over my cock head. Then holding my cock a bit tighter, he pulled on it to cause me to step a bit closer to him. Moving forward to kneel in front of me, without saying anything since he ordered me to go to him, he took my cock into his mouth and began to blow me. Jim then moved around so that he could begin to feel and tickle my bum which was something I really liked having done while my cock was being pleasured. Then a tongue began to probe my arse crack and slowly a finger was inserted into my hole. Before long that finger was concentrating on my prostrate and soon enough I began to get close to blowing. "I'm going to cum." I called out in a subdued voice. We were after all in a public place, and although out of sight of the general public, we could soon enough be invaded if there were too many curious noises emanating from our position; so hushed tones and discretion were the order of the day. My pronouncement of the imminence of my orgasm seemed to have little effect. The finger continued to massage my joy button. The suction on my cock continued and seemed to increase a bit and the only real difference was that Mark and Burt stood up and began to run their fingers over and around my nipples and thus heightened that sensation I was experiencing in my cock. I have got to admit to really liking multiple stimulation from multiple people without having to concentrate on returning it. The stimulation had the desired effect and I began to cum. Not a great deal seeing as I had deposited a load with Bob only an hour or so earlier; but Jim kept every drop and nothing escaped past his lips. When it was all over and the others had sat back down on the logs, leaving me standing as the focal point of the semi-circle Jim began again. "You didn't seem to find that too distasteful, Mick." "That's just it. While it is all going on, I enjoy it. It's only afterwards that I begin to feel a little guilty." "Well, that is something only you can sort out. And as far as I am concerned, you can join the club as Bob's ward if that is what you choose, but if you do, you will have to sort out these guilt feelings, because not only will you have a relationship with Bob, but there are occasions such as this today when there is a bit of group sex going the rounds. And that is part of being in the club." Jim said. "Mick gets my vote also." Ron said. "Yes, me too." From Michael. "And of course from me as well, if I get a vote that is." Bob said. "Do we also get a vote?" Burt asked for himself and Mark. "If so, I say yes." "Yeah, me too." Mark added. "Well technically, it's only inner circle members who get a vote. But as there is no dissension on the vote it doesn't matter anyway. It's now just up to Mick to give us his decision. But before that happens there are a few formalities we need to go through." Jim said. "The first is that you need to be greeted by all those present. I have already given you the greeting so go next to Ron, then Michael, then to the others in any order. Stand in front of them and they will give you their greeting." I walked over to Ron and stood in front of him. He leant forward and taking my cock in his hand, he kissed the tip of it, then let go and sat back again. The same happened with the others including Mark and Burt. Needless to say that by the end I was fully hard again and even dripping a bit of pre-cum. "Now it's your turn to greet each of us in the same order. You come to me first, open my pants up and take out my cock and give it a kiss, then you dress me up again and move on to do the same to the others." I liked this form of greeting. But I was shocked when I got Jim's equipment out. I had never seen such a big set in the flesh before and had thought that most of it was just computer augmented size; But Jim was big. I got his fly undone and pulled his jeans down a bit so that I could get his cock out of his briefs. The bulge in the briefs told me that I was in for a feast but even then I did not realise how much of a feast it would be. When I pulled his briefs down and reached inside to take a hold of his member I was awe struck. My hand could not fit around his cock it was so thick and this was not yet fully hard. I pulled it out and saw that he had no foreskin. Another first in the flesh. I had seen pictures before of cut cocks, but nothing in real life. The cock though was not only thick, it was at least 8 inches long in this semi- hard state. I jacked a few times and Jim told me to get it hard before kissing it, so I jacked it some more and ran my thumb over the tip to spread the pre-cum which was oozing out. It grew, thicker and longer, too heavy to stand upright, but firm enough to point forwards and only slightly downwards. And straight; no bends or twists. The head was just a darker shade of the same skin colour as the rest. Hard like that it had to be at least ten inches long and so thick, I don't think I could have got more than the head into my mouth. His balls hung down in a huge sack at least five inches below his cock with two large eggs, each easily as big as both of mine put together. These were not walnut sized gonads by any stretch of the imagination – more like Avocado pear pips. I knelt there slowly jacking him and just feasting on his size. Slowly he pushed my head forwards and I kissed his cock, flicking my tongue out to lick off a big drop of pre-cum which had oozed out and not been spread by my thumb. I was then told to cover him up and move on as time was going. The rest of the cocks were all hard by the time I got them out of the confines of the various types of clothing they had been hidden behind. Needless to say that by the time I had done the round, my cock was fully hard and leaking yet more precum. I made a move towards my cock when I was stopped by Jim ordering me to leave it alone. "Right, it's decision time, Mick. Come over to me." I went over to him and he took my cock in his hand and began to spread the pre-cum over it and while still fondling me he asked, "So, Mick, do you want to become a member of the club as a ward of Bob Johnson?" "Before he answers that," Bob broke in, "does he have to give a decision now, or can he think about it and give it to us in day or two?" "No, I'm afraid it must be now." Jim answered. "It's ok, thanks Bob, I've made my decision already anyway. Yes I do want to be Bob's ward and a member of the club." "Ok, we will begin making plans for the initiation. Can you get away at the end of the holidays for a few days?" Jim asked. "I'll begin working on my mother now, but will need some details for her, please." "Ok we will meet up on Friday evening at the skating rink to let you know the details." Jim responded. "Shit, we have people coming for tea on Friday. I won't be allowed out." I wailed. "Right Sunday at 10.00 in the morning then." Jim altered the times. "Ok, I'll be there." All this time Jim had not let up with wanking me and I was getting pretty close. Burt turned to Jim and asked, "Can I taste Mick, please master?" "If he says so." Was all Jim replied. Burt then looked at me and I just nodded and so he dropped to his knees in front of me and said, "Just come when you're ready," and then swallowed my cock down his throat. It was not long before I came for the third time that morning. I was then allowed to dress again and once I had got my trainers tied, we all left that place. Jim, Ron and Burt turned left and headed up the river walk, while the four of us turned right past the duck pond and then right again to go off under the railway line. "Let's go back to our house," Michael said. And we all agreed to that, and then walked silently for the few minutes it took to reach their house. Once inside, Mark asked me what I thought of Ron. "He seems to be quite a nice guy, why?" I responded. "I'm Ron's ward." Mark told me. "He is one of the youngest guys ever allowed to have a ward. He was Bob's brother's ward and when Bob left the school, Ron was 14 and too old to be a ward and so he took me on as his ward and this got him into the inner circle last summer." He explained further. "What was that `master' bit with Jim and Burt?" I asked. "Burt is Jim's ward, and they have quite a strong slave/master thing going and so Burt has to ask permission for anything like that which he has not already been told to do." Michael explained. "Do all wards have to ask permission of their masters?" I asked further. "No, it is totally dependent on the relationship between the ward and the guardian." Bob answered. "Mick, will you please give me a blow job," Mark asked, "all that went on under the tree this morning has left me very horny." "That would be a bit difficult at the moment," I teased. "Why?" asked Mark. "Your cock's all wrapped up, like the rest of you." I answered with a grin. "Here, we'll help you with that problem." Bob said and grabbed hold of Mark. Michael joined in and they slowly stripped Mark, one bit at a time, while holding him down on the floor. When he was totally naked, Michael knelt on the floor and tucked his head in to his knees. Bob moved Mark around and made him kneel with his back to Michael and his feet either side of Michael's legs. Michael took hold of Mark's ankles and then Bob made Mark lean back over Michael. This left Mark with his cock well presented and as he was already hard his cock stuck out in a very easy to get at position for me to suck on; which I did, using my hands to fondle his balls and stroke his pucker. I also let one hand roam further and found first Michael's bum with the material of his shorts stretched tightly over it and after a little further exploring found his cock and balls tightly squeezed between his shorts and his legs. My ministrations on Michael caused the inevitable rise, but because of the cramped condition he actually became more uncomfortable than getting any pleasure form it, so he told me stop and concentrate on Mark's cock and I would get my punishment afterwards. Mark did not actually take long to cum and then when he was let off of Michael's back and Michael was able to stand up, it was clear that he still had quite a strong hard on. "Give me grief and you have to suffer a bit." Michael said as he grabbed for me. All three of them then assisted each other to get me stripped and soon I was as naked as Mark, who had not made any attempt to get dressed. I was held tight by Bob and Mark while Michael went off to fetch some things for my punishment. He returned with two collars. One was for a cat and had a little bell on it. This was put around my cock and balls like a cock ring. The other collar must have been a dog's as it was bigger and this went round my neck. A short piece of rope was then fed through the eye where one attaches a leash and then my hands were tied together at chest height. A piece of string then connected my hands to the collar around my cock. "Now every time we hear the bell ring, you get your cock flicked with this pencil." Michael said, "Do you understand?" I nodded my head and this made my hands move and by chain reaction, moved the little collar and rang the bell. Michael came in straight away and flicked the pencil over the tip of my hard cock – fuck that stung like shit. Fortunately they didn't count the reaction to the flick as another bell ringing for I jerked away so hard the bell definitely rang again. "Three flicks and you're out." Bob said. "What does that mean?" I asked. "You stay like that until you have had three flicks on you cock and then you get released." He replied. I wasn't sure whether to purposely jiggle and get it over with or to wait at least until the sting had eased before risking another flick. However, there was a further aspect in this game in that the others could not bump me to get the bell to ring, but they could try to make me move in other ways; which they did. It had been a couple of minutes since the first stroke of punishment when Mark sort of sidled over to me and asked me something to which I gave a sarcastic reply in a teasing sort of way. Mark then made a movement as if he was going to punch me and my natural reflexes caused me to flinch away which in turn rang my bell and Michael was there ready with pencil and the pain followed. I grumbled that that was not fair, but was told to shut up as it was allowed in the rules. I decided then that I wanted the third strike as soon as possible so that the two lots of pain could ease together, but I had to get the bell to ring without making it obvious that this is what I had done. I started to carefully walk over to the bed planning on sitting down and that would make the bell ring, but before I got there I saw a better chance and `managed' to trip over the edge of the rug which was on the floor beside the bed. This stumble of course brought about the desired tones and another painful searing flush to the end of my knob. "Right, that's the third one. I can be released now." I reminded them, hoping to have a hand free to rub my cock and speed up the easing of the pain. "Ok, come over here." Michael said and indicated for me to go to him. When I got to him, he undid the string connecting my hands to the collar around my cock, but left my hands still tied to the collar around my neck and so out of reach of my cock. He must have seen something in my expression and chuckled. "No, your hands don't get released for a while yet or you'll be rubbing your sore dick." "NO fair." I complained. But then Mark came over and kneeling down he took my still hard dick into his mouth and began to suck on it. "You see, if we let you rub your cock, then we don't have a reason to suck on it." Michael said. "Who said you needed a reason?" I asked. "Well, it's part of the game you see. Now that you are joining the club you will find we play lots of games and we have rules for when we play games. One of the rules is that you have to create an excuse for doing the things you do." Mark was going great guns on my cock and the bell was ringing madly because of it. "Now that ringing means that you have to suck us off as well, so get over here and take my clothes off," Michael ordered. I started to move over, and Mark grabbed hold of my legs and got dragged over with me without losing my cock out of his mouth once. I leaned forward and held my hands out as far as they would go indicating to Michael that I wouldn't be able to do much with my hands still tied. With this he undid the rope and freed my hands. I wasted no time and grabbing hold of Michael's T shirt began to pull it up over his head. I got his shirt off and then could go no further because I was about to cum myself. I stopped what I was doing and concentrated on what was happening to my cock as it reached the point of no stopping and soon I was blasting away into Mark's mouth. After my orgasm had finished I was not allowed to rest but had to continue in the task of undressing Michael and then giving him a blow job. He was really horny and so did not take that long to come; but I still didn't get any rest as Bob was lined up after Michael and I had to strip him and then blow him as well. Bob came in my mouth for the second time that day and I found Mark expecting another sucking as well. By the time I had finished all three of them, I was really spent and as I had been given several orgasms already that day, I was not concerned about getting off again, even though I was as hard as a stick of Blackpool Rock. I kind of collapsed on the bed and Michael came over and began to remove the collars. He took the bigger one off first and then went down to my jewels and undid that one taking every opportunity to touch my cock and swollen ball bag as much as he could in the process. "I think we will need this collar on the weekend." He commented and Mark agreed. "Don't be too quick my brother, it might be your cock it's fitted to next." At which Mark gave an exaggerated gulp and grinned. "Perhaps you better try it for size now then." He suggested. "Just as soon as I make another hole in it." Michael said walking over to his desk to find his maths compass. He was going to use the point from the compass to punch another hole in the collar so that it could be done up smaller. Michael then proceeded to punch not one but three more holes on the collar. That would allow it to be done up very tight. After trying the prong from the buckle in the holes and satisfying himself that they would go in he told mark to lie on the bed with his legs spread. He then fitted the collar under his balls and fed the tongue through the buckle. He pulled it up tight and then mumbled that there was still another hole to reach and gave it another tug. Mark yelped but Michael took no notice and began to feed the prong through the hole. We all could see that it was tight; but he had started with Mark having a hard-on already and so it maybe was not that tight. Mark complained that it was really tight, but we took no notice of that at first. It did not take long for the veins in Mark's cock to bulge out and his ball bag to begin to sell up. I leaned over and rubbed his cock a bit and it felt extremely hard and different to normal. But within five minutes it was clear that the collar was too tight as his whole cock was swollen and turning dark, almost blue. Mark was whimpering that it was aching. Bob intervened then and said that perhaps it was too tight and we better release it as we did not want to cause any permanent damage to what we wanted the use of later. He struggled a bit and eventually managed to get the buckle undone. By this time, Mark had tears in his eyes from the pain and discomfort and was very angry with his brother. Michael was good enough to apologise and promise not to do it so tight again and offered to let Mark fit it to his cock for a while. Mark was not one to dwell on anger or to seek revenge and so passed up on the offer, but warned that he might not be so gentle in the future with things. Bob and I decided that it was better that we leave and give the two brothers some time to sort it out between them by themselves. I walked with Bob until our paths went in different directions promising to meet up with him the next day. I got home and decided that I needed a shower and so went off to do that. When I had finished I looked at my penis in the mirror and saw that the end was a little bruised from the flicking, but though a little tender, it did not really hurt anymore. I was glad they had the three strikes rule. The rest of week passed with us getting together and having sex to varying degrees, but I still did not give or take any anal. I hadn't yet come to terms with myself on that point. I decided that maybe I could sort it out when Brandon and Kevin came to stay. On Friday I got home from Bob's at lunch time because mom had given me some chores to do in preparation for the visit from John and his son David. I got it all done and then went off to take a shower. I was walking naked from the shower when mom stuck her head around the corner and said hallo. I nearly jumped out of my skin, I got such a fright. I had not heard her come home and thought I was still the only one in the house. How she laughed at me. "How come you are home so early?" I asked. "Well, it's not that early, and we were all allowed off half an hour earlier today because we had finished all our work." Mom answered. "By the way, John and David will be here by six this evening and I want to eat almost straight away. That will give you time to size them up and visa versa. Then you and David can disappear off to your room and get to know each other better." "Ok, mom, I guess then that I had better get dressed now." "That would be sensible. I'm going to take a quick shower now, can I rely on you to keep an eye on the food that's cooking please?" "Sure thing mom." I went off to my room and threw on a pair of long shorts and a T shirt with a picture of the front end of a rhino on the front and the back end of the rhino on the back. I slipped my feet into a pair of socks and went off to the kitchen to check on the food. I decided to get the table set as well even though mom had not asked me to do that yet, but I knew she would as soon as she was out of the shower. Half past five found everything ready and waiting. And we went through and sat in the lounge. Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I opened the door and a rather good looking, hunky man was standing there with a smaller person, virtually hidden behind him. "Hi Mick, I'm John." The hunky man said. "And this is my son, David." He continued as he stepped aside to introduce the boy. I was speechless. My mouth must have been gaping open and I just stood there staring in shock and disbelief. Well that's it for this chapter. Next chapter on its way in due course. Please write to me and let me know what you think. The address is at the top.