Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2007 16:14:43 -0600
From: jockhunger@yahoo.com
Subject: Sharin 10

Sharin'
Chapter Ten -- Shave and A Buzzcut

	A week after Tommy's visit and a week before Halloween, Sharon
showed up at the Wilsons unexpectedly.
	"Get upstairs, all of you," Sharon commanded without even saying
'hello'.  We're gonna do some manscaping."
	"What's manscaping?" Randy asked.
	"Lottsa fun," Sharon said, "for me, anyway."
	Lance looked at Randy worriedly.  Geoff looked at Anita
quizzically.
	Having no clue, Anita shrugged.
	"Let's make this a fun experience, Anita," Sharon said
conspiratorially.  "Randy, do you still have those nylons we used on
Lance that time we did the role-play?"
	Shyly, Randy said, "Yeah."  He neglected to add that he had worn
them from time to time--whenever Lance was out of the house.
	"Go get 'em, please."
	"I don't wanna be tied up again," Lance pleaded.
	"Here they are," Randy said, handing them to Sharon.
	Passing them over to Anita, Sharon said, "Tie Geoff's wrists to
the shower curtain rod."
	"What!" Geoff yelped.  Even as he protested, he felt his cock
start to plump in anticipation.
	"Facing out," Sharon added before continuing her instructions.
"Randy, fill the sink with hot water.  Lance, find your razor."
	As Anita finished tying her husband's other hand to the rod,
Geoff groaned, "Razor?"
	"You're not really gonna shave him, are ya?" Randy asked.
	"Anita, whaddya think?  Would you like to see your husband as
smooth as an adolescent?  Or do you prefer all that body hair?"
	"You know," Anita said, admiring Groff's reflection in the wall-
sized mirror above the sink, "I've always loved running my fingers
through his chest hair and his treasure trail but every time I do, I
wonder how he'd feel smooth."
	"Smooth it is," Sharon said, making Anita's decision for her.
	"Geoff, spread your feet," Sharon said.  Turning the small
bathroom trashcan on its side, she nudged it between his ankles.  "That
should keep your legs from squirming and help keep you from gettin'
nicked ... too often."
	"Nicked?" Geoff echoed nervously.
	"Better find a box of band-aids, too," Sharon said turning to
Randy.
	"Have you ever ... uh ... used a razor before?" Geoff asked
Anita.
	"I shave my legs.  I guess I have!"
	"Shouldn't we like, use the electric razor," Lance asked.
	"It'll be quicker," Sharon said, thoughtfully.
	"I know where it is," Randy said, running out of the bathroom.
As Randy returned from the kitchen where Anita kept them in a drawer for
those 'between haircut trims,' Geoff asked, "Why me?"
	Sharon said, "Because we need a strong Daddy figure to prove to
the boys there's nothing to be afraid of."
	Lance and Randy looked at each other fearfully.
	"You're not gonna shave us, too!" Lance said.
	"Of course not!" Sharon said.
	"Whew!" both boys breathed heavily.
	"You two are gonna shave each other."
	"No way!  I can't strip down for gym class and not have any
pubes," Randy pleaded.
	"Not that you've got enough to notice, anyway." Lance joked,
knowing Randy was filling in quite well for his age.
	"Do you really want to incur Sharon's wrath?" Geoff asked,
trying to persuade Randy to go along with it.  He knew if she got upset--
since he was the one tied up--she might take it out on him.
	"But the guys would make fun of me.  I mean, you all know what we
do behind closed doors but the guys at school don't ... and I'm sworn to
secrecy so I can't even explain why I'm bald down there."
	"I have an idea," Lance said, "How about if we do pubic art?"
	"Do what?" Sharon asked intrigued.
	"You know how guys have lightning bolts shaved into their hair
... or college insignias or whatever?"
	"Yeah."
	"Well, we could do that with our pubes.  I was thinking ... uh
... since I love you so much, I could have mine trimmed into a heart
shape."
	"Awww, that's so sweet," Anita gushed.
	Thinking just as quickly and to save his reputation at school,
Randy said, "Yeah, and Dad's got that big ol' wang on him so we could
sculpt his into a club, you know, like on a deck of cards."
	Anita said, "Lance gave you the engagement ring, so yours could
be in a diamond and I could be the spade."
	"What about me?"  Randy said, feeling left out since all the
shapes in a deck of cards had been used.
	"Let's get started on Geoff and I'll think of something special
for you, Squirt," Sharon said.
	Randy had to plug the clippers into an extension cord for it to
reach his dad's strung up body.
	Anita carefully sheared the hair off her husband's chest.  After
she trimmed around his aureoles, she rested the buzzing razor housing
against his left nipple until it hardened.  Then she began trimming his
belly downward, past his navel toward his pubic patch.
	"Trim some of the length off the pubes but don't get too close to
the skin," Sharon suggested.
	"Please," Geoff agreed pleadingly.
	Turning to Lance, Sharon said, "You aren't as hairy as your dad
so we can just use the safety razor on your chest.  Lay down on the floor
and let Randy start putting the shave cream on you."
	Lance laid a towel on the cold tiles and positioned himself for
his inevitable shearing.
	"Wet a towel with hot water and steam the area you're gonna
shave," Geoff said.  "It makes shaving easier ... less drag."
	"Like you see in those old gangster movies when the guys have the
towels wrapped around their faces just before the hit men come in and
shoot 'em?" Randy asked.
	"Yeah, but nobody's gonna get shot," Geoff said.  'I hope,' he
thought.
	Anita pressed the buzzing razor housing against Geoff's scrotum.
It helped raise his dick out of the way as if by magic.
	"Careful with my ball bag, babe," Geoff grimaced.  "Don't want to
get any of those little wrinkles caught in the clippers."
	"Actually," Sharon said, "let me squeeze his nuts into the bottom
of his sack.  It'll make it easier for you to shear 'em."
	While she held Geoff's balls, Randy began to gingerly shave
Lance's treasure trail.  "I always admired this about you.  To me, it was
like an arrow pointing to the one thing that was forbidden to me.  Thanks
to Sharon, that's no longer a problem."
	"So I guess I no longer need it to remind you where to look,"
Lance said jokingly.
	"I never needed reminding," Randy said lovingly.  "I'd fall
asleep at night hoping I'd dream about what lay hidden ... forbidden."
	"Well, Angel, I'm glad it's no longer a problem 'cuz I love it
when you make love to it."
	"Me, too," Randy said.  "Hey, Sharon, how big?"
	Using her finger to draw an imaginary line through Lance's pubes,
she showed him the size the heart should be.
	"Spread your legs, Lance.  I want to start at the pointy end
first.  When I'm done, the point of the heart will point right at your
dick.  How cool is that?"
	"Cool, dude.  Just be careful.  You're shaving real hair, not
that peach fuzz you fuss with once a month."
	"Once a week," Randy said caustically.
	"Not a good idea to piss the barber off," Geoff warned nervously
watching Anita's reflection in the mirror as SHE worked on HIM.
	"Oh, yeah, sorry, Squirt ... uh, my little Angel," Lance said
with mockish sweetness.
	Just watching Anita's reflection in the mirror as she sheared his
calves and thighs turned Geoff on.  His cock started dripping and he
said, "Better do something about the pre-cum.  I don't want to get
electrocuted."
	"I'll get it," Sharon said, bending over to engulf his erection.
She swabbed his cock head with her tongue and backed off.
	"Oh fuck!  That was so unexpected," Geoff moaned.  "I almost
came."
	Ignoring Geoff's remark, Sharon encouraged, "Good job, Randy.
You're doin' great!  I think you're done."
	Randy gently pinched his brother's cock head, like it was a dirty
diaper and raised it out of the way.  "Am I supposed to shave the shaft?
Lance has hair growing on it ... about two inches up."
	"Yes," Sharon said.
	"I'll do it," Lance said.  "Just get the pubes cut ... sculpted
and I'll do the dangerous stuff."
	"Randy will do it," Sharon said.  "If we can't trust each other,
then all this family unity stuff is for nothing."
	"It keeps bending," Randy groused as he tried to remove the
under-hair on Lance's flaccid cock.  "Trying to shave a limp dick is like
trying to paint cooked spaghetti."
	"Lesson learned," Sharon said in her schoolteacher voice. "So do
something about it."
	Since it had shave cream on the shaft, all Randy could do was
suck the head.  He swished his tongue around the crown and poked it in
Lance's piss slit.  As he continued his oral manipulations, he tried to
memorize which places he tongued that caused Lance to jerk or jump the
most.  It didn't take long for Lance to harden.
	"Enough, bro," Lance said, knowing Sharon would be pissed if he
came without her permission.
	Shaving Lance's "erection" was a whole lot easier.  When Randy
announced he was done, Lance stood up to look in the mirror.
	"Damn, Squirt, you could do this for a living."
	"If it was all guys, I'd consider it."
	"Don't know that there's much money in manscaping," Sharon said.
	"Hell, Squirt would do it for a-dollar-a-trim and all he could
eat," Lance said.
	To prove his brother's point, Randy sucked Lance's cock into
his mouth, again.  "Hummm."  Then he backed off suddenly, sputtering.
"You need to rinse the hairs off," he said picking a follicle off his
tongue.
	Anita asked to use the safety razor to sculpt the club design
into Geoff's pubic hair.
	"Do I have to kneel on the floor like a common cocksucker to
shave Squirt?" Lance asked, winking at Randy while thinking, 'Burn!'
	"No, I guess not."  Sharon had Randy sit on the sink counter.
"Lean back a little so your shoulders are resting against the wall.
Stretch your legs out along the counter so Lance can use the clippers
on your pubes."
	Since Sharon didn't want any of her 'boys' to feel 'too'
comfortable during the exercise in domination and humiliation, Randy
ended up in a half-reclining position with his butt almost in the sink
and his heels in the soap dish next to the light switch on the opposite
wall.
	"You're not gonna shave 'em off, are you?  Please don't," Randy
pleaded.
	"I promised you something special.  What would you say to an
equal sign?"
	"That'd be all right I guess," Randy said with little-to-no
enthusiasm.  "Why that?"
	"Well, the Human Rights organizations use the equal sign as their
logo.  They represent gays and lesbians ... among others ... and that
would be perfect for you."
	"But what if the kids at school ask about it?  I can't tell the
whole gym class I'm gay."
	"You could tell 'em ... uh ..." Sharon hesitated.
	With a chuckle, Geoff said, "Tell 'em it means your dick equals a
good time."
	"Or a great fuck tool," Lance said, praising his brother's cock.
	"Do it!" Randy said gleefully.  "I like the idea of being
different without the others knowing how different ... or why.  I'll come
up with a different excuse anytime anyone asks and that'll help confuse
'em and keep 'em off my back."
	"While you trim Randy," Sharon said, "I'll shave Anita's pussy.
Geoff, you get to watch in the mirror.  If your dick starts to go soft,
let me know."
	"Mine's going soft," Lance whined.
	"Don't suck him while he's trimming me," Randy begged nervously.
	"Why don't you do it for me," Sharon said.  "But just enough to
take the sexual edge off and steady his hand."
	Lance moved over toward Randy where his head and neck were
scrunched up against the wall and countertop.
	"Let me hold the clippers," Randy suggested.
	"I won't be long," Lance said.  "You're only gonna suck me till
it feels good.  You're not gonna suck me off."
	"Awh, why not?" Randy whined.  He hated it when Lance or Geoff
teased him with blowjobs and denied him their spunk.  'It's like they
know I want it so they make me beg for it ... and even then they don't
always give it up.'  Nevertheless, Randy did an admirable job of sucking
his older brother for a third time in less than an hour.
	Once he had the razor buzzing, Lance said, "...'cuz I get sleepy
after I cum and you don't want me to fall asleep with live clippers in
my hand."
	Randy backed off suddenly.  "Okay, you can start, now," not
wanting Lance to get groggy.
	Meanwhile, Sharon was using small pointed scissors to shape
Anita's ample bush into a spade.  The stem of the design began at the
topmost part of her pussy slit, just a centimeter or two above her clit.
Then, the upside-down 'heart' shape slowly evolved.  "I'll use the
clippers later to shave away the hair on the left and right," Sharon
said.  "I think I'll shave your pussy lips, too.  Is that okay?"
	"I'll look like a little girl," Anita protested.
	With a nod of her head in the direction of Geoff's bouncing cock,
Sharon said, "I think your husband likes that idea.  He's about to cum
just thinking about it."
	"About my bald pussy or about a prepubescent girl?" Anita asked.
	"I guess you'll have to beat THAT information out of him later."
	Again, Geoff's cock jerked with anticipation of some inflicted
discipline.
	'Shit,' Geoff thought, 'I've never thought about fucking an
under-aged girl but now that Anita's brought it up, it does sound
appealing.  Fuck, I'm so close to cumming as it is and now Sharon's
talking discipline.'  He felt his balls contract and he struggled with
the nylon bonds, hoping to stroke his cock--just once or twice--to ease
the urgency.
	The buzzing clippers easily sheared away Randy's excess
pubes to form one large square.  Then with a deft hand, Lance clipped a
quarter-inch high trench from side to side, forming a perfect equal
sign.  "How's it look?" Lance asked.
	Sharon stood to inspect his handiwork.  "Looks good, but it
needs to be trimmed to about an overall half-inch depth.  Use the
scissors.  Pull the hair between two fingers and cut off whatever's
above your fingers."
	"Like a finger-cut at the Hair Port downtown?"
	"Exactly.  Besides, I need the electric trimmers for your mom's
pussy."
	"Sweet!" Lance said looking at his mom's newly trimmed bush.
"Yeah, with the excess off the sides and her slit trimmed, she's gonna be
sweet enough to eat."
	"She is anyway," Geoff and Sharon said simultaneously.
	The upside-down heart shape of the spade pointed upward toward
Anita's boobs.  The two bottom curves of the spade resembled two
pendulous boobs sitting on a fulcrum.
	"Lance, your dad's dripping," Sharon said.
	Knowing it was an order, Lance dropped to his knees.  "God what I
won't do for this woman," he groused before lapping up his dad's drool.
	'I can't believe my cock hasn't gone down,' Geoff thought as he
watched all the activity.  'No one's touched it in ten minutes.  Maybe
it's the feel of the nylons or Sharon's beautiful butt flexing as she
snips at Anita's pussy.  Watching the boys doing things together is
startin' to be as much of a turn-on as watching the girls. I mean,'
Geoff's mind automatically "qualified" ... 'seeing brother helping
brother, instead of fighting over things, is heartwarming ... and then my
brain must have interpreted that as ... erotic ... 'cuz I'm harder than
I've ever been, I think.'
	"Guys, hello, I'm all scrunched up over here," Randy said.
	"In a minute," Lance said.  "I'm cleaning up a mess you should be
taking care of."
	"Eat me!" Randy snapped.
	Seeing an easy way to 'burn' his brother, Lance countered, "I'm
looking for a meal, not a snack."  Then he took his dad's cock into his
mouth, almost to the back of his throat, just to emphasize his point.  It
wasn't something he LIKED to do or did often but, at times like this, it
was worth it.
	"Play nice, boys," Anita scolded good-naturedly.
	"Oh, he's playing real nice," Geoff moaned as he felt his cum
rise almost to the brink.  He thought, 'It would be erotic justice for
Lance if I shot a load right now.  He's trying to annoy his brother.
How annoyed would HE be if I spunked!  After all, I'm tied up and can't
move his head away.'
	Just as quickly, as if Lance could read Geoff's thoughts, Lance
stood up to begin clipping Randy's longer pubic hairs into a Brillo-like
tuft.  "You're looking GOOD, dude.  With your pubes trimmed down like
this, it makes your dick look longer."
	"Duh! It IS longer," Randy said.  "I boned up watching you suck
Pop.  Suck me, Lance, just a little, like you did Dad.  I promise I won't
cum.  I won't even pre-cum."
	"Too late, little dude."
	"No it's not," Randy whimpered from sexual need.
	Sticking his forefinger in his brother's pre-cum, Lance said,
"Yeah it is."
	"Clean him up," Sharon ordered.  "We've still got work to do."
	Leaning over to lick the cock snot off Randy's dick, Lance
thought, 'It's not that it tastes bad ... 'cuz I guess it really doesn't
... it's just that it's more humiliating than anything else.'
	Looking around at everyone's accomplishments, Sharon said,
"Great job guys."
	"Yeah, now I get to shave my fiancee," Lance said, rubbing his
palms together excitedly.
	"No, now you get to shave your dad's armpits."
	"What?" Geoff and Lance asked.
	"Anita's gonna shave me into a diamond," Sharon announced.
	"Shave her slit, too," Lance said.  "I love looking at those
pouty puffy lips.  If they're shaved, I can see 'em from across the
room."
	"Since you brought it up," Sharon said, "now that YOU'RE shaved,
I can see your DICK from across the room."
	"Burn!" Randy said.
	Lance licked his brother's pre-cum off, again, and then thrust
his own hips forward for Randy to reciprocate.  Once they were both clean
--momentarily--they went to work on Geoff.  With his wrists tied to the
shower rod, his pits were readily available.
	"I'll lather, you shave," Randy said anxiously.
	"I'll shave one side, you can do the other."
	"No, I'm not real comfortable shaving someone else.  I mean, I
only shave myself once a week."
	Looking down at his crotch, Lance groused, "NOW you tell me!"
	Sharon said testily, "You'll both take turns.  This is a family
effort!"
	"But!" Randy started to protest.
	"Or I'll shave you bald!" Sharon said.  "Head and all!"
	Reluctantly, Randy held a hot washcloth to his dad's left pit to
open the pores prior to shaving.
	"You obviously have never seen Randy's face after he's tried to
shave," Lance said.  "It's got more toilet paper patches on it than the
refrigerator has Post-it notes on it."
	"Just be careful, boys.  I'm not sure this is anything I'd like
to explain to the EMTs."
	"One look at the manscaping in your crotch and they wouldn't need
an explanation," Lance chuckled.
	"Especially if we ALL showed 'em our crotch art," Randy said,
squirting the shave cream onto his palm before applying it to his dad's
left armpit.  "Wouldn't that be awesome ... call the EMTs and have 'em
show up and we're all naked and ..."
	"Calm down, dude," Lance encouraged.  "That's a fantasy for
another day.  Focus!"
	The phone rang and Randy shouted--out of habit--"I'll get it!"
	Lance was applying the shave cream to Geoff's right pit and Anita
was putting the final touches to Sharon's diamond when Randy returned.
	"That was Tommy." Randy said, as he laid the safety razor against
Geoff's skin.  "He's on his way over."  The first swipe scraped off
lather but no hair.  "I told him to take a cab and we'd pay for it."
	"Tommy?" Sharon asked.
	"He's okay," Lance said.  "For Dad's safety, can I do this for
Squirt?"  He pointed to Randy's ineffective attempt.
	"Okay?" Sharon asked, meaning 'Tommy's ... okay?'
	As Lance took over shaving Geoff's right pit, he said, "Yeah, I
didn't tell ya.  Uh ... Randy's best friend ..."
	"I know who he is," Sharon snipped.  Then, more apologetically,
she added "... sorta."
	"Well, Randy had him over ... for dinner ... and a sleepover and
..."
	"Let's just say, we didn't get much sleep," Geoff said, keeping a
keen eye on Lance's activity.
	"The boy fucks like a mink," Anita said.
	"Yeah, fast and often," Randy said, relieved that he didn't have
to shave his dad.
	"You guys had sex?" Sharon asked dubiously.
	"All night," Anita said, blowing snipped cunt hairs off Sharon's
pussy lips.
	"And again in the morning," Geoff said.
	"And he fucks both ways," Randy said.  "You know, guys AND
girls."
	"And he took Dad's dick like it was a torpedo slicing through
water," Lance said.
	"Why the sad face?" Anita asked Sharon.
	"Well, I'd planned on a little discipline this afternoon, too,
'cuz I've gotta go back to college in the morning.  But if he's coming
over ..."
	"He can play, too," Randy said eagerly.
	"You sure?" Sharon asked.
	"After some of the things he told us about what he's been through
... shit, it would make your eyelashes curl."
	The fearsome foursome filled Sharon in on what Tommy confessed
just about two weeks earlier.  When the doorbell rang, Randy shouted--
again, out of habit, "I'll get it!"
	As Randy bounded down the stairs, Geoff yelled, "Put some clothes
on!"
	When they heard the door slam wide open, Geoff knew his
admonition was too late.
	Raising one finger as he looked over Tommy's shoulder, Randy
yelled to the cabbie, "One minute."  Turning to Tommy, he asked, "How
much?"
	"Sixteen dollars."
	"Jeeze!  You're not a CHEAP date!" Randy said.
	"Anytime you cross a county line, it costs more."
	"Oh yeah, I forgot."  Running toward his folks' bedroom, Randy
yelled back, "Stay there."  As he dug through his dad's wallet, he
thought, 'I can remember when this room was virtually off-limits.  But
ever since the Polaroid photo shoot, we're in here as often as any other
room of the house.'  Returning to the door, he handed Tommy a twenty.
"Tell him to keep the change."
	"K."
	Randy devilishly stood in the doorway so the cabbie could get a
good look at his nakedness--and his new pubic patch.
	As soon as Tommy got back, he dropped his coat on the floor by
the door and toed out of his muddy shoes.
	Randy said, "We're all upstairs." On the way up, he added, "Lose
the clothes.  We're all naked."
	"Kewl!" Tommy grinned, shedding his shirt and socks before he hit
the top step.  His pants came off just before he turned into the
bathroom.  He stepped back one pace at what greeted him.
	Sharon and Lance stood to the right of Geoff while Anita stood on
the left.  All were facing the door to give Tommy a 'good first
impression.'
	"Whoa!  Kewl!  Hey, you're tied up!"  Then looking at Geoff's
cock pointing at him like an accusing finger--a fat accusing finger--he
said, "You guys are ..."
	"It's called manscaping," Randy said.
	"Oh man, I wanna do that, too!"  As if it only just occurred to
him there was a stranger in the bathroom, too, he cupped his hands in
front of his briefs.
	"Hi, I'm Sharon," she said, extending her hand.
	Using one hand to hide his growing boner, Tommy extended his
other one and said, "Nice to meet ya, ma'am."
	"He's so polite," Anita said, motheringly.
	"And so over-dressed," Sharon said, giving his yellowed briefs a
disparaging appraisal.  Again, he was wearing threadbare, dingy briefs.
	Anita thought, 'I wonder why he continues to wear those
poor-people underpants?  We bought him a six-pack of new ones after we
ripped off his other ones.'
	"Shuck 'em," Randy ordered.
	"But I'm ..."
	"'sokay.  She's seen hard-ons before."
	"So what design we gonna give the little runt?" Lance asked,
knowing Tommy hated being called 'runt'--by anyone but Lance.  Although
Tommy was six months older than Randy, he developed later and more
slowly.
	"The deck of cards has been used.  How about ..." Sharon mused.
	"A minus, since he's got such a little dick," Randy said,
reaching over to grope his best friend amiably.  Then he stepped behind
him and started pushing the waistband down his hips.
	"It's not little and you know it," Anita scolded, knowing it was
smaller than Randy's but certainly big enough for a boy Tommy's age.
	"How about a downward chevron?" Lance suggested.  "It'll point to
his peter."
	"Kewl!" Tommy giggled, watching Anita as she played with Geoff's
cock to keep it hard.
	"No," Randy griped, "then he'd want me to salute his dick all the
time."
	"No," Sharon said, "I think a plus sign would be perfect."
	"How come?" Randy asked.
	"Well, Randy's got the equal sign 'cuz he's basically gay.  From
what you all just told me about Tommy, he's bisexual but he's more
straight than gay.  So, the plus sign would represent girls PLUS boys."
	Randy looked at his friend to see if he was upset that they had
exposed his past.
	"Yeah," Tommy shouted.  "I'm a plus.  I'm both."
	"Plus it is," Lance said, turning on the clippers.  "Sit on the
stool and lean back.  Slide your hips forward so I can get to your
pubes."
	"Hold your dick out of the way," Randy said.
	Once Lance started clipping, Tommy asked, "So Mr. Wilson, how
come you're tied up?"
	"You'll find out once your manscaping is done," Sharon said
before Geoff could respond.
	Because Tommy's pubes were fairly sparse, it didn't take long.
Lance was even able to use the electric clippers to shorten the longer
hairs.
	Standing up, Tommy brushed off the clipped hairs from his crotch.
	"Have you ever been disciplined?" Sharon asked.
	"You mean grounded?" Tommy asked.
	"No, I mean ... spanked."
	Wide-eyed, Tommy said, "Like ... on my butt?"
	"That's the usual place," Sharon said patiently.
	"No."
	"Then you can watch."
	"But I wanna play, too," Tommy whined.
	"Watch for now.  Later, we'll see if you still want to play."
	"I gotta tell ya, Runt," Lance said, "This ain't 'playin.'  This
really hurts."
	"Yeah, it does," Randy said, rubbing his right butt cheek like he
recalled the last time they 'played around' with discipline.  Then he
remembered how Lance had spanked the cum right out of him and he spurted
on his brother's calf.  He began to harden, thinking about it.
	"Lance, stand to the right of your dad and grab the curtain rod
with your left hand.  Randy, you get on the other side.  Hold on with your
right hand, okay?"
	"Yes ma'am," Randy and Lance answered respectfully.
	"You want him to be able to smell our pits, huh?" Randy said.
	"That's just an added perk," Sharon said.  "I have other reasons.
In fact," Sharon said, amending her original plan, "Tommy, stand in the
tub so you can watch."
	"Yes ma'am," Tommy said, easily falling into the role-play.
	"Anita, why don't you take Lance.  I don't want to give him any
excuses to back out of our wedding, I'll take Squirt."
	"Hands first?" Anita asked.
	"Yeah." Sharon said.  "Here's the rules, boys.  We're gonna spank
you, and you're gonna spank Geoff.  If we spank your butt, you spank HIS
butt.  If we spank your thigh, well, you get the idea."
	"Yes ma'am," Lance and Randy said.
	Sharon swatted Randy's right cheek.  Randy, facing into the tub
and holding on with his right hand, was able to use his left to spank his
dad's right cheek.
	Anita smacked Lance's left butt cheek and Lance reciprocated on
his dad's left cheek.
	Sharon and Anita continued the alternating pattern for ten spanks
each--which meant Geoff had received twenty.  His cock was drooling like
a teething baby.
	"Oh man!  Your ass is so red it's glowing.  I mean," Tommy said,
holding his hand a half-inch away, "I can feel heat coming off from it.
Does it hurt?"
	"Take a look for yourself," Anita said, pointing to Geoff's
erection.
	Tommy leaned over Randy's back to look around Geoff at his front.
"Oh, man!  Awesome boner!  Can I suck it?"  Instinctively he looked at
Sharon for permission.
	"I'll blow if you do," Geoff warned.  "I'm so close ... if you
hadn't stopped when you did, I'd have messed up that mirror over there."
	"Maybe after we warm him up a little more," Sharon said.
	"Were you really ready to blow a load ... just from being
spanked?" Tommy asked.
	"Whew, yeah," Geoff said, feeling the urgent tingling recede back
into his balls.
	"Hair brush?" Anita asked.
	"Mom," Lance whined.
	Sharon opened the cabinet drawer and brought out a brush.
	Geoff grimaced.
	"We'll have to share," Anita said.
	"There's another one downstairs," Randy said, always eager to
please.
	"Where?" Sharon asked.
	"In our bathroom," Anita said.
	"I'll be right back," Sharon announced.
	"I can go," Anita offered.
	"No, there's something else I need to get.  While I'm gone, uh ...
ask Geoff why your bald pussy turns him on so much."
	After Sharon left, Anita said, "Yeah, what got you all hot and
bothered when I said my pussy would look like a prepubescent school
girl?"
	Blushing, Geoff said, "Honest to god, I've never thought about it
till today, but when you mentioned it, I kinda wondered what it would
be like to ... you know ... uh, have sex with a girl with a bald pussy."
	"A girl or a LITTLE girl?"
	"Okay!  A little girl," Geoff confessed, blushing even more.
	"Dude, you're draining like a blown radiator just thinkin' about
it!" Lance chided.
	"I can't help it.  Just thinking about it has suddenly become a
forbidden ... pleasure."
	Returning, Sharon said, "Let's see how well Tommy tolerates
pain."
	"Yeah!" Tommy smiled, bending at the waist.
	"You have to stand up so we have lots of butt fat to scorch."
	"Yes ma'am," Tommy said with a grin.
	"You let me know if it hurts too much," Sharon said.  "These boys
are a little more used to it than you, so don't let yourself get hurt, ya
hear?"
	Sharon spanked Tommy's ass with her hand several times before
Tommy said, "Harder."
	"You sure?"
	"I can take it.  I promise I'll tell you when it hurts ... the
bad way."
	"So long as we understand each other."
	Anita came around to admire Sharon's handiwork.  "Jeeze, the boy
can really take a whippin'."
	"I guess he's been through worse than this," Randy said.
	"But I thought you said you'd never been spanked," Sharon said,
momentarily halting the spanking process.
	Geoff said, "There are worse ways to punish a child.  Thank god
he lived to talk about them."
	"Lance, here's a brush.  When your mom smacks you, you smack your
dad."
	"Yes, ma'am."
	"Randy, here's a flyswatter.  I'm gonna use a rolled up newspaper
to swat you but you use the flyswatter."
	"Yes ma'am."
	"What about me?" Tommy begged.
	"Can you hold off for a few minutes.  Then we'll do something
special."
	"Yes ma'am," Tommy said enthusiastically.
	"Begin," Sharon shouted like it was the start of a race.
	This time the women didn't take turns.  Anita spanked Lance with
the back of the hair brush while Lance, likewise, spanked his dad.
Sharon did the same to Randy, alternating from cheek to cheek and from
cheeks to thighs.  As both boys started to bone up from the humiliation
and pain, Geoff started dripping profusely, again.
	"Flyswatter stings," Geoff grunted out, twisting away from the
direct hits as best as he could with his hands and feet incapacitated.
	"In the good way?" Sharon asked.
	"Good way," Geoff grunted.
	"Oh man, look at you guys," Tommy said jealously, "you're all
boned up and drippin' ... I can't wait."
	Sharon knew that by making Tommy wait, it would heighten his
anticipation which would, in turn, heighten his pleasure ... that is ...
once the PAIN transferred to PLEASURE.
	"What the fuck you doing, Lance?  Pay attention," Geoff
complained.
	"I just thought I'd change it up a little.  I'm using the
bristles to spank you with," Lance said.
	"It feels like a thousand pins being pounded into a pin cushion
and my ASS is the pincushion."
	"Oooh, that sounds ... delightful," Sharon said, nodding to
Anita.
	"Ow!" Lance shouted when he felt his mom use the bristle side of
the brush on him, too.
	"Will SOMEBODY cum," Tommy whined.  "Please.  I wanna have MY
chance."
	"All in good time," Sharon consoled.
	"I've already got a boner just watching Randy's and Lance's faces
grimace from the pain."
	"And the pleasure," Randy grunted.
	"And Mr. Wilson's ass looks like raw meat," Tommy said.
"Shouldn't you ... like ... call the paramedics or something?"
	"Had enough?" Sharon asked, gripping Geoff's cock.  It was so hot
to the touch, Sharon expected it to sizzle when she smeared his pre-cum
all over it.
	"Not until you've had enough, mistress," Geoff said.  From
previous experiences at discipline, he knew neither 'yes' nor 'no' was
the right answer.  It took almost two hours one night before he
discovered 'whatever the mistress wants' was the right answer.
	"Untie him," Sharon commanded to no one in particular.
	They had all been instructed on how to tie slipknots that held
the victim securely but came loose with one gentle yank.  It was a safety
issue ... in case of fire or whatever.  Lance tugged on the right knot
while Anita loosened the left.
	"I want each of you to take a shower to get the hair off.  One at
a time.  No more than two minutes each.  No hanky-panky.  Don't dry off.
Then join me downstairs."
	"Yes ma'am," each one echoed--except, of course, Anita.
	Looking at Tommy, Sharon said, "You first, 'cuz now you're gonna
get your wish.  I just hope you survive the ordeal."
	After Sharon left, all the guys looked at each other fearfully.
	"Don't worry, she won't do anything that'll leave marks," Randy
called out over the sound of the shower so Tommy could hear him.
	"At least not permanent ones," Lance said, immediately putting a
finger to his pursed lips to shush the others.
	Randy and Geoff smiled, understanding that anticipation of the
unknown was a fearful and powerful weapon.  Anita shook her head, not
understanding why her boys--including her husband--had some primitive
NEED to prank other guys.
	"Be thinking of a single syllable safe word," Geoff said.  "If it
gets too rough and you use that word, she'll quit.  No questions asked
and no reprisals."
	"Quit it, you guys, you're scaring me," Tommy said, jumping out
of the shower but leaving the water running.  As he dashed downstairs, he
hoped the others realized he was shivering more from the cool air hitting
his wet body than from fear.
	Sharon clicked the stopwatch as Tommy ran into the living room.
	"Oh ... my ... god!" Tommy stammered at what greeted him.  He
didn't know where to look first so he decided top to bottom.
	A black Lone Ranger mask covered her upper face.  Her neck was
girded with a wide, black leather choker with chrome spikes.  He made a
mental note that they were pointy spikes, not dull-capped studs.  Her
torso was cinched into a black leather corset that left her breasts
uplifted but in full view.  The bottom allowed full access to her pussy
and ass.  Knee high boots and a paddle like Tommy had never seen before,
completed the outfit.  Randy would tell him at school later that it was
called a tawes.
	"Wow," Randy said, as he joined Tommy--who was standing in the
same place, as still as a statue.  Then, slapping his best friend's
butt, he said, "Boy, are you ever in for it now!"
	Clicking the stop watch, Sharon said, "Randy, help Tommy move the
sofa away from the wall and into the middle of the room.  Although they
struggled at something Geoff and Lance could have done easily, it didn't
seem to concern Sharon.  "Tommy, go around back and rest your butt
against the sofa back."
	"Yea ma'am."
	Sharon pointed to her dominatrix bag and said, "Randy, get the
cock and ball strap out and put it on Tommy."
	"Whoa!  Sweet babe," Lance said before looking down at the floor
and adding, "I mean, mistress."  His cock hardened as she clicked the
stop watch to reset it.
	"Lance, get two five-pound and one two-pound dumbbells out of the
closet."
	"Yes ma'am."  As he walked to the hall closet he thought, 'We
never use these any more.  I wonder what she's gonna do with them.'
	Anita  rushed down the stairs, saying, "Geoff will be down in
just a minute."  That was before she saw Sharon click the stop watch.
	"Good," Sharon said, "I'll need you to help me."
	"Whatcha need?"
	"There's two ball stretchers in my bag.  Choose one and strap it
on Lance.  When Geoff comes down, strap the other one on him."
	Looking at the two different models, Anita asked, "Does it matter
which one?"
	"Not to you or me," Sharon said with a devilish smirk.
	Kneeling, Anita wrapped a white leather coat-like ball stretcher
on Lance.  On the inside was a gray pad of gel.  She heard the gel pack
pop when she snapped the ball bag closed.  On the outside were two silver
studs with a tiny hole in each.
	When Geoff came down the stairs, Tommy, Lance and Randy were
lined up behind the sofa.  Anita stood facing them as Sharon clicked the
stop watch.
	"I said two minutes," Sharon said sternly.
	"But there were five of us.  You said two minutes EACH!"
	Twisting her hand so Geoff could see the clock face, she said,
"Two minutes, three seconds."
	"But ..."
	"And that was from the time Anita got down here, so you actually
took longer than that."
	"My ass was so sore," Geoff began to explain about the soothing
spray he had needed.
	"Well, as you know, if you waste MY time, I have to waste YOUR
energy."
	"Yes ma'am," Geoff whispered contritely.
	"Anita!" Sharon commanded.
	In less than a minute, Anita had the black leather scrotum
stretcher, sporting a silver ring on each side, attached to Geoff's balls.
	"Stand facing the center cushion of the sofa," Sharon ordered.
Once he was in place, she said, "Lance, Randy, help Tommy lean backward
on the sofa.  Geoff, catch his shoulders but DON'T let them rest on the
cushion.  Tommy, you have to balance yourself on the back of the sofa,
understand?"
	"Yes ma'am," Tommy grunted from the torture to his hyper-extended
stomach muscles.
	After making sure his butt was in the right place and his legs
were extended to counterbalance his torso, Geoff let go.  Although
Tommy teetered, he didn't fall--one way or the other.
	"Lance, get the dumbbell.  Randy, get the sling out of my bag and
attach it to your dad's ball stretcher."  Once each end was attached, it
looked like a miniature but limp hammock.
	"You want this in there, huh?" Lance said.
	"Oh fuck," Geoff groaned even before the dumbbell unmercifully
tugged his gonads even farther down into the bottom of his scrotal sack.
	"If Tommy's shoulders touch the cushion," Sharon warned, "the
other dumbbell will be added."
	Since the dumbbells were color coded, Geoff knew the one between
his legs was five pounds.  'There's no way I can carry ten!  It would
pop my nuts right out of my scrotum!'
	Reaching in her bag of tricks, Sharon pulled out a red rheostat
device with two twenty-foot wires dangling from it.
	"I guess those plug in here, huh?" Lance said, as his cock jerked
in erotic anticipation.
	Sharon pressed the leads into the holes in the metal studs and
said, "You forgot to address me correctly."
	Lance thought, 'Of fuck, I always forget!  Is it like ... I
secretly WANT to be punished with pain?'
	After plugging the rheostat into the electrical outlet, Sharon
flicked the 'on' switch with a loud "Click".
	Lance flinched at the sound but didn't feel anything happen.
	"You sure that's safe?" Anita asked anxiously.
	"Well, no animals died in the testing but a few men went
temporarily insane."  Seeing Anita's concerned expression, she said,
"Just kidding!"   Then humorously she added, "Maybe a couple of guinea
pigs died."  With that, she twisted the dial up to three--out of a
possible ten--and immediately turned it back to zero.
	Lance jumped a foot off the floor and danced around in a half
circle trying to shake off the jolt.  "Jesus wept!  Oh fuck!  God, Sharon
... we'll NEVER have kids if you keep THIS up!"
	"Your choice.  Behave or be brave."
	From his upside-down balancing position, Tommy saw Lance doing a
quick Texas Two-step.  "Wow!  Can I try that?"
	"Maybe later," Sharon said, "but for now, you have to get a
hard-on for me.  What's it gonna take?"
	"Mr. Wilson's dick looks good."
	"Good idea," Sharon said, knowing the thrust and parry of the
blowjob would cause the weight to sway, adding more strain to Geoff's
scrotum.
	"I could suck him," Randy offered.
	"No, I need you to go get me two toothpicks."
	Tommy was slurping noisily on Geoff's cock by the time Randy
returned.  The natural curve of Tommy's throat was backward to the
natural downward curve of Geoff's cock and that presented a problem.  In
Tommy's upside-down position, Geoff's cock gagged him easily--and often--
making Geoff all the harder.
	It didn't take long for Tommy to bone up, either.  Soon, his cock
was lying along his belly like a fat pink slug.
	"Okay, I want you to attach a sling to Tommy's ball stretcher,"
Sharon instructed.
	Geoff looked over at Anita to intervene, knowing the women were
the ones in charge.
	"He can't handle a five pound weight," Anita said.
	"We're gonna use the two pound one," Sharon said.  There was no
sympathy in her tone.  If anything, it was almost cruel sounding.
	Randy smiled, knowing it was all just an act to scare Tommy.
When he laid the dumbbell in the sling, Tommy's balls were pulled between
his legs to dangle closer to his asshole than they had ever been in their
life.  That resulted in his cock standing tall, aimed at the ceiling.
	"Shouldn't the drapes be drawn?" Tommy asked, suddenly realizing
pedestrians outside could easily see his nakedness ... and his hard-on
from his perch atop the back of the sofa.
	 Ignoring his plea and holding out her fist with the tips of the
picks even, Sharon said, "One of you grab a toothpick."
	"Age before beauty," Randy said to Lance with a wave of his hand.
	"It's more like, 'Pearls before swine'," Lance said, thinking,
'Burn!'  He pulled one toothpick out.  "Long straw!" Lance gloated. "I
win!"
	Neither of the boys heard the second toothpick snap in Sharon's
closed fist.  'Just in case anyone questions whether I played fair,'
Sharon thought with a smug smile.
	Never truly trusting his brother to play fair when it came to
unknown rules, Randy turned to Sharon and asked, "Long straw wins?"
	"Lance wins," Sharon said, suppressing her glee.  "Randy, take
the flyswatter and stand over by Tommy, between his legs."
	"'bout ready to cum, mistress," Geoff groaned.
	"Tommy, stop sucking.  It's show time, anyway."
	"Here?" Randy asked.
	"Yeah, now, balance the center of the flyswatter blade on top of
Tommy's cock but you can hold on to the handle."
	"Okay,"
	"Now, step back until your arm is fully extended."
	"Like this?"
	"Perfect.  Are you ready, Tommy?"
	"For what?"
	Sharon nodded her head.
	Randy understood exactly.  He pulled the flyswatter about two
feet away and swung--not quite as hard as he would have liked to.  But he
knew he had to judge how much pain his best friend could take before he
increased it.
	"Aaagh!" Tommy shouted, almost losing his balance as the
flyswatter smashed into his cock crown.
	Geoff stuck his hard-on in Tommy's open mouth just before his
shoulders touched the sofa cushion.  It took all the strength in his
thighs and cock root to lift Tommy back into balance.  All the while,
Geoff was thinking, 'That was stupid!  He could have bitten the damn
thing off just from his reaction to the pain.'
	"All RIGHT!" Tommy yelled, easing Geoff out of his mouth.  "Do it
again."
	Randy looked at Sharon for permission.
	"Aim for the head but don't miss," Sharon said.
	"How come?"
	Sharon turned the dial of the rheostat to "two" and and back
again and watched Lance jump--not as high as before but enough for Randy
to know what the consequences were.
	"Your brother or your best friend," Sharon said.  "Your choice."
	Smiling devilishly at Lance, Randy pulled his hand back like a
tennis player getting ready to serve the ball.
	"No, bro!  This hurts!  More than anything I've ever experienced.
Honest"
	"Remember when you said you didn't have time to take me to tennis
practice?"
	"No, bro, please don't."
	The flyswatter whistled as it swung in an arc to land squarely on
Tommy's cock crown.
	Lance breathed a sigh of relief.
	This time, although Tommy teetered, he didn't lose his balance.
He didn't cry out, either, but the pain was worse than anything he had
ever experienced--except maybe a kick to the nuts.
	Using a backhand swing, Randy swept the air again.  This time, he
deliberately missed.
	Lance jumped before Sharon turned the dial.  Then he jumped again
--much higher-- when she did.
	"Oops, sorry," Randy giggled.
	The next swipe accidentally caught the thin edge of the swatter
right across the underside of Tommy's dick.
	"Ah fuck!" Tommy squealed. "Did that take some skin with it?"
	"Sorry," Randy said, not too convincingly, "but if I'd learned
how to swing a racquet, I might be better at this."  He swung and missed.
	After Lance got shocked, he pleaded, "Sharon ... mistress,
honest, each time you do that, it's like the charge gets stronger."
	"It does.  Did I forget to tell you that each time he misses, I
go up to a higher number?  I'm sorry, I thought I told you."
	Randy got a truly demonic look on his face.
	"Angel, no, I ... I ... I've stood behind you on everything you
ever wanted to do.  I taught you how to jack off, I ..."
	"Will turning it up to ten make him cum without touching
himself?" Randy asked impishly.
	"Squirt!  Angel!" Lance griped.
	"We won't find out the answer to that until after I'm pregnant,"
Sharon said.  "That would be like cutting off my nose to spite my face."
	"Awh, but that's four years from now," Randy whined.
	"Well, actually, that's why I came over tonight.  I've told Mom
and Dad I want to have a Spring wedding."
	Thoughts of domination and torture were abandoned for the rest of
the night. Tommy was a little disappointed because he wanted to
experience the shock device.  Geoff and Tommy were allowed to remove
their weights but the boys chose to keep their ball stretchers on--hoping
they would get around to some sex later.
	By the time Sharon left the house, everyone knew what was
expected of them with regards to the wedding preparations--pretty much,
nothing.
	When Tommy left the next morning, he felt rather left out because
he didn't have any duties.  On the other hand, he was elated that he
would be a guest at the wedding--Randy's only guest.  Tommy knew Randy
chose only one person for the guest list so he would feel all the more
special.

To be continued.
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