Date: Tue, 23 May 2017 09:01:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen Again Chapter 42 Fourteen again by badboi666 =============================================================================== This story is - guess what! - fantasy. If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with a 14-year-old then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Remember the three things: 1 Cum 2 Wipe 3 Donate =============================================================================== Chapter 42 Barry was kneeling in front of Jack, clad only in his tiny red silk posing pouch. His cock was straining in the confined space, and a pre-cum patch showed us all how keen he was. Barry gently licked at the pre-cum, causing Jack's cock to twitch. "Use your mouth to remove my garment," commanded Jack, entering quickly into the spirit of the proceedings. Barry tugged at the tiny straps with his teeth, and gradually freed Jack's cock from the pouch. As it was released Jack's cock bounced up and slapped against his belly. Jack lifted each foot in turn, allowing Barry to tug the pouch off with his teeth. All three of us were now naked. "Suck my mighty cock, Slave," said Jack, and Barry immediately went to work on the object of his desires. Jack was in danger of cumming too soon if this went on, so I told Barry to stop. "Stop now, Slave, and Masters will tie you to the rack to punish you for your wickednesses." At the speed of light Barry flung himself face down on the bed ready for the pain we would inflict on his arse cheeks. Although Jack knew all about this he was still startled at Barry's urgent desire to be hurt. We tied Barry's wrists and ankles as I had done before, leaving him in a X-shape and quite helpless. "Now Slave," I said, "you will now confess four wicked things - two to me and two to Master Two. Each of us will decide how wicked you have been , and we will wallop your tender arse appropriately. Last time Master One inflicted pain you asked for eight strokes - today because there are two Masters you will be required to endure more - shall we say twelve? You may answer, Slave." "Yes, Master One, Slave is sure that he deserves twelve strokes of punishment." Jack glanced an unspoken query at me, and I nodded. "Do not fear, Master Two, Slave is well-equipped to bear the torture we shall inflict." Turning to Barry I said, "now, Slave, confess your first wickedness to me." Barry had clearly thought about this, because he immediately replied that, contrary to the instructions I had given him on my last visit not to masturbate after Saturday (it was now Tuesday) he had 'fallen into the temptation of self-pollution yesterday morning'. He hoped that the fact that he had resisted the urge to touch his corrupt organ for 27 hours would be taken into consideration. "What do you think, Master Two?" I asked. Jack was getting into things as he replied "Slave disobeyed you, Master One, so he must be punished. Will you show him how displeased you are?" indicating that he needed me to show him how much Barry could tolerate. "Fear not, Master Two," I said, "Slave can take his punishment. As you shall soon see, the worm enjoys it." And I gave Barry a sharp swat on each buttock. "Two," I said, and I nodded to Jack. Jack thought a moment. He hadn't expected this. Then, "tell us, Slave, what filthy things did you do when you self-polluted yesterday." Nice one, I thought, Barry will either invent something filthy, or we'll hear what he actually did. Either way it would be interesting to hear, and for two boys with erect cocks the story would be even more horny-making. Barry did not disappoint us. "Oh, Master Two, what I did was truly foul. When Master One last came to discipline me he and I did strange things in the bath which, with shame I now confess I found very enjoyable. Master One blessed my foul hole by inserting his great sword of joy into it, and therein did he relieve himself of his golden nectar ..." - "You pissed up his arse?" said Jack in amazement - "... and things happened afterwards," he ended lamely. "Well?" said Jack, "what about yesterday, Slave?" "When I was lying in my bath cleansing my body I remembered the excitement I had experienced when Master One anointed my foul insides, and I decided I would determine whether if I passed my water onto myself it would be as rewarding. Oh, fuck it, I pissed myself in the bath and it fountained up two feet in the air and it was so erotic I wanked myself into a whopping great cum. And I rubbed the piss and the cum into my belly. Sorry, Masters, I forgot myself there. I deserve to be punished more now." "Vile, vile boy," said Jack, and gave Barry two more swats on his reddening cheeks. "Four," he said. He turned to me. "You pissed on me, but you've never pissed in me. Can we do that sometime?" "We may be in luck later," I said, "now you go again, I want to be last." "Tell us, then, Slave," said Jack, "another of your sins." "Master One knows that I have scribbled obscene messages in a bog, and that I gave the phone number of the school bully in a message saying that a 15-year-old boy was desperate to be fucked by an older boy." Jack nodded - I had told him about this and he had been impressed by Barry's way of getting back at the bully. "Well, I went to a phone box yesterday and phoned him pretending to be 17 and offering to 'fuck his brains out', as I tastefully put it." (I noticed that Barry had reverted to ordinary conversation in describing this, so it was almost certainly true.) "What happened?" I asked, tactlessly butting in on Jack. "He was very unhappy. He said I was the third person, and he had no idea why he was getting these phone calls. I told him that there was message in a bog - I didn't say where - which someone must have written to piss him off. I took a bit of a risk and said it was maybe because he was a bully. He didn't say anything for a while so I said 'are you a bully?'. He started sniffling and said 'yes' very quietly. 'Are you sorry?' 'Yes.' 'And will you stop bullying?' 'Yes.' 'Here's what I'll do then. I'll rub out the message and no-one'll see it after 2 hours from now. By the way, I don't suppose you'd actually like to be fucked, would you?' but he slammed the phone down. I went to Victoria and scribbled over his phone number. It'll be interesting to see his face at school with him thinking it was one of us, but not knowing who." Jack was impressed, but the game had to be played. "What you did was not wicked, Slave. You allowed another weak sinner to demonstrate contrition and to mend his ways. You are to be praised for that. However you damaged a public lavatory so you must be punished for that,2 and four swats were swiftly given, two to each buttock, but not as hard as those Jack had administered earlier. "Master Two has dealt leniently with you, Slave. Those strokes were feeble compared with the four that I shall administer to you shortly. Tell me now, what is the fourth foul thing you have done." Barry would, I know, have kept the best for last. "Master One knows, and I have been punished already for this, that I have allowed myself to have depraved and lusty thoughts about Rex." "Rex?" said Jack. "Next door's Labrador, I assume," I said, "he wants to wank it." I had not shared this tit-bit with Jack as I had no idea how he would react to it. (Indifferently as it turned out: at least he wasn't disgusted. It would have been a shame if it had interfered with our planned non-canine day's activities.) "Tell us more," I said. "When you punished me before for confessing to my lustful thoughts about Rex you seemed ... interested yourself, Master One - I hope I'm not wrong?" "You are correct, Slave, Master One is, as you state, interested. How has your plan developed?" "I approached our neighbour and told them I'd always wanted a dog but my parents wouldn't let me have one, and might I be allowed to walk Rex sometimes." "And?" "They practically bit my hand off. Walking Rex is something they can't be bothered doing. After a while they agreed to pay me - pay me! - a shilling a day to walk the brute for an hour each day. Fancy being paid to do what you most want!" "And have you walked Rex yet?" "No, I don't start until tomorrow." "And will you deal foully with him then?" "I've no idea. I'll have to take it slowly." "Heed my advice, Slave, deal carefully with this beast lest it bite you with its slavering fangs." Jack, having a vivid imagination added "or it gets so turned on by just seeing you that its cock pops out all the time." A truly worrying thought. "Filthy indeed," I lied, and gave Barry's arse four increasingly hard swipes, the last two so hard that Jack winced. "Christ!" he said under his breath. "Don't worry, he can take a lot worse than that," I whispered. "Now Slave, your punishment is over. Master Two and I will release your bonds." Jack and I undid the restraints and turned him over so that he was face (and cock) up. To Barry's shock we then tied his hands again but left his ankles free. "Now Slave, you are at our mercy still. There will be no more beating by us, save only the mental torture to which you will now be subject." I turned to Jack. "What do you think we should do to prolong the agony we will build up in his puny body and withered balls before we allow him to dribble his pathetic spending?" and I showed Jack one of the butt plus I'd brought. "Shall we?" Jack nodded. "Slave," I said, "you are to be ruthlessly penetrated." Barry looked at the butt plug and his eyes lit up. "Masters, I've been so wicked that I deserve that thing up me." I lubed it and spread some lube on (and up) his arse. I gave the plug to Jack. "Master Two will insert the instrument of torture," I said. Jack wasn't sure whether to put it in gently or to ram it in, so I gave him some guidance. Remembering Brer Rabbit and the Briar Patch I told Jack that Barry would want it rammed in as hard as possible, so that torturing him by inserting it gradually, and moving it about a bit, and withdrawing it a bit, and gradually getting it all the way in would be too much for Barry to bear. Barry, hearing all this, gave me a big smile which I acknowledged with a conspiratorial wink. In it went as I had instructed. "Master Two, you did that well. What shall we do now to prolong Slave's agony?" Jack's reply was immediate. "I don't know about prolonging his agony, but I know what I want," and he climbed aboard Barry into a 69. "Get going, Slave," he said before taking Barry's cock into his mouth. I could see that Barry's punishment was going to be forgotten fairly soon - not something that bothered me as I too wanted the first of what I hoped would be a useful number of cums. This was, after all, what I had been keeping myself ready for. I leant over to Barry's ear and whispered "D'you want to be untied, Barry?" He nodded carefully, Jack's cock still in his mouth. I complied and Barry immediately embraced Jack, squeezing the 14-year-old tightly. He took his mouth off Jack long enough to say "I really enjoyed that, you two," and immediately resumed his ministrations. Two hours later Barry had cum three times: once in Jack's mouth not long after we left them in the last paragraph and immediately followed by Jack's cumming in his mouth. A satisfactory mutual 69 ticked off for both of them. Barry had cum again in my mouth half an hour later while Jack was fucking me, and cumming quite a decent volume up my arse. Barry's last was up Jack's arse - only the second boy he'd fucked (well, the first unless you allow me to regard myself as a boy). Jack also managed three; after his 69 with Barry and his spunking up my arse he was pretty exhausted, so he had a rest for a while. Eventually he recovered enough to allow me to give him a prolonged fellation, the pleasure undoubtedly increased by the fact that Barry had several fingers up Jack's arse all the time I was sucking and licking. His spunk when his cock eventually freed it was as tasty as ever, and well worth the hard work my lips and tongue had put in. And me, I hear you ask? Had my abstinence been rewarded? Four. It was only fair that I should divide my rewards equally among the four orifices presented for my delectation: two arses and two mouths. It is noteworthy that each boy was only too happy to use his mouth to relieve my cock of the sticky cum and arse-juices of the other boy. A small part of the real me was pleased that the fairy's opportunity to pass my wisdom onto a younger generation was being enthusiastically taken up. Two hours and five minutes later we were in the bathroom. Barry asked me - Peter now, no longer Master One - whether I wanted to repeat what we had done last time. "Of course," I said, "and I'm sure Jack will join us. Would you like to be the victim again?" "Yes please." I have remarked before how polite these boys were in those days. "OK then. Get in." As before Barry ran the hot tap for a bit - there are few things which instantly reduce the pleasure of being pissed on in a bath than lying down in a freezing cold bath. He laid himself down. I climbed in and stood over Barry's feet, straddling him. "Come on, Jack, get over his head." Jack improved on that - he knelt over Barry's head so that his arsehole was directly above Barry's lips. "Clever," I said approvingly. "Yeah," agreed Barry, reaching up with his tongue. "Oh God," moaned Jack, "I'm losing it," and his bladder let go all at once. "Aim it on his cock," I said. Jack sprayed it around, and the sight of his piss drenching Barry's smooth body made my bladder release too. I sprayed mine of his chest, and my stream was joined by Barry's a few seconds later. A couple of minutes later three young teenagers who had collectively ejaculated ten times in the preceding two hours were lying on top of each other in a bath containing the piss of all three of them. "This is truly disgusting," said Jack, but I could see the broad grin on his face which Barry, his tongue still engaged with Jack's arse could not. "Don't worry, Barry, he loves it really," I reassured him. Soon, too soon, the piss became cold and suddenly no longer fun to lie in. We got out of the bath and moved to the shower. Barry had laid newspaper for this purpose, so I awarded him a Scout's Badge for Being Prepared (this took the form of a kiss and an arse grope). Half an hour later were dressed and all evidence of depravity no longer visible. Smellable, yes, so windows were opened. Barry's mum would be back in an hour. "Tell her you've had a couple of friends in," I reminded him. Jack has been quiet since the shower. Now he spoke up. "Barry, we live 20-odd miles apart, but what we did today was such a turn-on that I'd willingly walk here every day to do it again. Can we see each other after this?" This was, of course, what I had wished for. Each of them lacked any friends and here were two horny kids who had a sexual agenda, however it might turn out in the long term. "Would you?" said Barry eagerly, "I'd love that." It was agreed, and phone numbers were swapped. I knew that once August was over and I was no longer around these two would go on providing pleasure to each other. Barry needed to be dominated and Jack had shown willingness to play a master's rôle. They would develop their own way for taking it forward. I had two things to deal with. One would have to wait until Jack and I were in the bus on the way back. The other needed to be addressed now. "Barry," I said, "I'm worried that Rex might be too fierce for you to handle on your own. If you're going to walk him tomorrow may I help you?" and this was said with such a wide grin that no-one could have been in any doubt what I wanted to do tomorrow. "Sure," he said, "see you at 10." ============================================================================== Sorry you've had to wait. We should be returning to the normal rate of flow now. As you can infer from the last paragraph there's a strong possibility of boy/dog sex. I will not include such esoterica in this series, but if there's enough interest I shall write something (if I'm truthful it's partly written already) and post it under "Bestiality" where it belongs. But only if there's enough interest, so guys - it's up to you. badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should sent comments and suggestions. Make sure you drop something Nifty's way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html