Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2021 12:18:41 +0100 From: Alex King Subject: Cousins take charge Chapter Twelve Cousins Take Charge Chapter Twelve Category – gay authoritarian – teen (legal age), role reversal, bondage, discipline, `forced' exercise, ========================================================== Apologies for the long delay – at last the next chapter. But *thank you* for the encouragement – a great stimulus! And thank you to Alex for proof-read & corrections. This is FANTASY! It is NOT a template for irl bdsm! This episode is focused on slave-labour / forced exercise, without an erotic element – therefore won't be to everyone's tastes. ...and... if you yourself are a fit young man in need of `slave training', better get in touch, boy... StrictSafeTop sst@linuxmail.org As always, Nifty can do with donations: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html if you enjoy the service and want it to continue ad-free! ========================================================== First light, the twins snatch the blankets off their naked cousin, yell at him to get up – Ben sees with apprehensive excitement that his cousins are equipped with leather reins which are doubled up to form `whips'. He's too slow so Rad, with a grunt of irritation, gives him a quick one-two across his chest. He yelps and twitches. They've only been awake a few minutes and Ben already has two welts across his chest! Despite being summer, it must be very early because it's cold – Ben shivers and rubs his hands up and down his sinewy arms. "Right, time to warm this slave up," says Rad. "Ben, one wheelbarrow into the other, tools, food packs, water carriers in, and get them up to the top of the field. Rick'll be in front of you – if he gets to the top before you, you get punished! *Go*!" Ben complies, *running* the wheelbarrow across the yard, feet slapping on the chilly concrete. Those wheelbarrows are proper heavy builder's barrows, but he's making good time running up the slope toward the old outhouse, not too far behind Rick. And then a sledgehammer slips, the weight shifts, Ben has to stop and re-arrange. That's going to cost him! Rick is nearing the top – he's there. Thwackkk! Thwaaaaaaack! Thwaccckk! Ben yelps as the leather bites into his back – not once, not twice, but one blow after another! He wants to protest, to ask for it to stop – but knows that this will be pointless. As the twins have made clear in the past, the only way for this to stop is for him to complete the task! Ben grits his teeth, pushes the barrow harder up the slope, Rad following behind, belabouring his naked cousin with the whip, only desisting when Ben has reached the top, panting, crouched over the handles of the barrow. The sun is still below the horizon, although there's a warm glow in the north-east sky – now matched by the warm glow across Ben's criss-crossed back... He glances at the rosy horizon and winces - despite being the height of summer, the sun isn't even up yet! Hell! How long will he be worked today?! All three work hard to load the first barrow with rubble quickly, but there is no equality here – the twins each have a strap tucked into their waistband – and there is the occasional swish, crack and yelp when one of them feels that their slaveboy is not pulling his weight. The first barrow is full. Ben is directed to take the barrow down to the bottom of the plot. Ben obediently bends to the handles and lifts – or attempts to! It's a large builder's barrow and he's not expecting it to be so *heavy*! It slips out of his grasp. "Quit mucking around – get *moving*!" Rad slashes him across the back, Ben writhes and jerks the handles up and pushes to start it moving. "*Faster*! On the double!" Rad slashes him again – Ben yelps and starts trying to run with the barrow. As it gains momentum this becomes easier, although holding the back off the ground still needs his strength. As Rick works to fill the second barrow, Ben is running the first barrow down to the bottom, Rad close behind ready to punish any slacking. It rained hard overnight; the ground is soft, and the stream that normally flows across the top of the field has overflowed (as it often does) and found its own diagonal way across the vineyard. The track down from the outhouse crosses the make-shift stream at a dip in the ground, and Ben runs the barrow through the damp ground with a squelch and splash. Finally reaching the bottom, Ben is directed to up-end the barrow to empty the rubble – being careful to avoid dumping it on his bare feet! There is no rest – straight away he is ordered to run the barrow back again. At least it is empty now – but he has to run it *up* the slope. Ben is panting for breath already – and Rad has to `remind' him a couple of times with his whip to keep him up to speed. Within very good time, Ben has returned the barrow to the outhouse. Despite the early morning chill, Ben is now sweating and panting, having quickly been brought up to a high level of effort by his `slave-driver' who is keeping a sharp eye on him to prevent any `slacking off'. Ben drops the back of the barrow to the ground with relief, but he barely has time to wipe the back of his hand across his forehead before Rad snaps at him to get the *other* barrow moving. It seems to take just as much effort as the first for Ben to pick up the barrow handles and move off – at a run, of course! Again, once he's got moving, the momentum of the barrow helps, although he must give some extra effort where the barrow reaches the muddy dip in the ground, and the momentum slows. A swift whack from Rad reminds him, and he's running the barrow again down the slope. Dumping the load and running back up the hill, Rad gives him no respite, always ready to prompt him with the whip at the first sign of slacking. Once back at the top, there is no rest for Ben – Rick has been hard at it, and the first barrow is ready to take down again. Panting and sweating, Ben's arm muscles bunch as he grasps and lifts the handles and starts to run the barrow down the long slope. Because of the soft ground having been churned up a little already, he finds that the momentum is a little less – the damp earth is apt to cling to the wheel. When he gets to the dip he has to make a real effort to keep the barrow going through the mud, and on down the slope. Rad is using the whip a little more often now... On the return, the problems are apparent again. His feet are picking up mud, as is the wheel of the barrow, and Ben must increase the effort to keep moving through the increasingly sticky ground. But Rad is there behind him and doesn't hesitate to use the whip to keep him moving – his back, buttocks and thighs are already sore from the welts striping his flesh. At the cost of increased effort, Ben gets the barrow back to the top – three barrowloads, and only now is the sun just appearing over the horizon... He's allowed a quick gulp of water before being ordered back to work. With a sigh, Ben turns... whack! Ben yelps and looks at Rad in surprise. "No negativity, slave! You willingly took this on – don't sigh about it – positive mental attitude throughout the day – understand?" Ben nods – "Sure – sorry Rad – er, Sir." He grabs the barrow handles and trundles it off again as fast as he can. His feet are muddier now and therefore heavier, and the track is also muddier; his triceps stand out as he pushes harder. The momentum is harder to maintain although he has no choice but to do so – Rad whips him on if he slows! Ben sees the muddy dip coming, which is already churned into a morass, continually being fed by the trickling water escaping from the overflowing stream. He struggles to increase the pace, but nevertheless the barrow slides to a halt in the muddy dip. Ben pushes even harder, Rad encouraging him with the whip, his feet scrabbling for purchase inadvertently making the muddy mess worse – and finally the barrow gets going again down the slope. Both the wheel and his feet are caked in mud now, and his thighs are working harder just to lift his feet off the ground to take each step, Rad whipping him on to keep up the momentum. Truth to tell, though, Rad is getting worried. Of course, he loves pushing Ben to the limit, and he *loves* punishing him – but they've only done a few runs and already the slaveboy is picking up lots of whip-welts, and it's getting harder to run that barrow through this mud. Rad begins to wonder whether they're truly going to get the job done as he promised. Ben runs the barrow down to the bottom, dumps the load, and runs it back up the slope again. Because of Rad's concerns he's not pushing him so hard – but when they get back to the top, his worries multiply. It's clear that the `bottleneck' is going to be the barrow-run, and Ben has taken a little longer this time – so that Rick has been able to fill the other barrow full already, and is standing idle waiting for them. Ben is the one that's holding things up. Rad bites his lip and Ben picks up the other barrow, running it down the hill again. Same problem with the muddy dip, getting more churned each time as Ben's feet scrabble away at the water-logged soil, trying to get enough purchase to push the barrow out of the dip again and down the hill. He puts in more effort, the barrow starts moving again, down the hill, he dumps the load and turns. Rad makes up his mind. "Wait a moment, Ben," he says quietly. "Put the barrow down and come over here a second." Gratefully Ben drops the barrow, and turns to him, panting and sweating. "Listen, Ben" Rad says quietly again. "We have a real problem here..." Gently, Rad explains the difficulty: that the mud is becoming a real issue, they can't use a different route because of damaging the vines, the twins can't take a turn to do a barrow- run because they just don't have the strength, they can't do `half-full-barrow-runs' because they'll run out of time, there's a real danger they're not going to get the job finished in time... They're beginning to take so much time on the barrow-run, that whoever is filling the other barrow at the top is marking time. The only solution is for Ben to continue to do the barrow-runs at enough speed to get the job done. But Rad is, actually, worried about keeping on lashing him, because he genuinely doesn't know if Ben can take what is needed in order to drive him hard enough. By now, Rad has his arms round Ben's waist, and is gently teasing the welts on his buttocks with his finger-nails – the pleasure-pain is driving Ben crazy, and he wonders if he's going to come just like that. Rad looks up into Ben's eyes with a wry smile. "I know I'm driving you hard - but one thing you need to know, cuz, and that is, there is *no- one* who turns me on the way you do." Ben's muscles already ache, the backs of his shoulders and thighs, his buttocks were all smarting from welts, sweat was beading all over his body. But Rad's honesty with him caused something to melt inside Ben. If Rad had asked him to walk off a cliff, in that moment he felt he would have done it. In a rush of tenderness he pulled Rad to his chest, and kissed his forehead. "Listen, Rad, I promised I'd stand by you for this job and do whatever it took. Now we find it's harder than we thought – well that just means I have to work harder – and I am *not* goin' to be the one who lets the job down. So, please, drive me as hard as it takes – drive me, drive me, *drive* me – and if that gives you a thrill, that'll give *me* a thrill as well. If you have to whip me all the way up and all the way down this fucking hill, then do it! And if it's the pleading for mercy that bothers you, let's agree now that you just won't let me! If I've got energy to beg, then I've got energy to do the job, and I shouldn't be wasting it, and you should punish me for that, and give me orders that I'm forced to carry out, and today I'm your willing slave that just needs to be whipped if I start moaning or groaning or slacking. If you need to whip me until I bleed, then *do* it ... and ...I love you Rad." A tear forms in Rad's eye at what Ben is prepared to take for his sake, and gives his sexy cousin an affectionate hug. "And I love you too, my very own tough guy." It's Ben who breaks the hold, turns back to the barrow, lifting the handles with a "Right, no time to waste!" and starts running it back up the slope – massive erection bouncing! Rad sighs a huge sigh of relief and runs after him. As Ben runs the barrow up over the lip and into the muddy dip, he slows down. Rad slashes the whip across his shoulder-blades. "Keep it going, Slave!" Ben yelps and pushes harder, running the barrow up to the outhouse. Sure enough, Rick has had more time and the other barrow is brim-full. A quick pause while everyone gets a gulp of water and a bite of a nourishment bar, then – "Right, Slave, this is going to be the fastest run yet – or else!" Ben grins, runs to the barrow and shoves it down the slope. But as Rad had thought, it's getting harder with the increasing muddiness, and the momentum no longer keeps it going as before. Without any reluctance now, Rad lifts his leather straps and smacks them down across his shoulders. "C'mon, Slave keep it goin'" he yells. And that seems to be what is needed to get Ben to dredge up more effort to run the barrow faster down the slope. As they approach the muddy dip, Ben drives the barrow even faster – but it's still not enough to carry it through the dip, and it grinds to a halt yet again. Rad gives him a quick one-two across his buttocks. "C'mon!" Ben yelps and *shoves* the barrow through the mud and over the lip, and rushes on down the slope. Dump the load at the bottom and turn the barrow. "Right! Let's make up for lost time! *Move* it!" Rad runs behind Ben and at the slightest sign of slowing down, gives him a strong back and forth across his thighs. This is enough to motivate him to put even more effort in to overcome the mud – even enough to get the barrow through the dip and on. "See? All it takes is a bit of motivation! *Keep it goin*!" Sure enough, Ben's speed this time has meant that Rick hasn't completely filled the barrow yet. "Hey, Rick, you're slacking!" jibed Rad. "You've got the easy job and you're not keeping up!" Again a short break for another gulp of water, quick bite of the bar. Rad is heartened by the pick-up of speed, and is determined to maintain the pace. Even *before* Ben has started, he gives him a whack! "Right! Let's get going!" Ben runs the barrow down the slope again, Rad giving him no respite. Into the dip, and the barrow stops again. Rad gives him a heavy whack across his thighs. "Get *goin*!" Ben shoves *hard* – the barrow moves – and stops! Ben strains with thighs backs and arms while Rad whips him again. The barrow won't move! In frustration, Rad shouts at Ben. "C'mon, lazy Slave! Turn the barrow round – *pull* it out of the dip!" He whips him over and over as Ben turns the barrow in the churning mire and then, biceps straining as he whips him in the chest, Ben pulls the barrow backwards over the lip. "About time! Turn again! Run!" Ben is really panting now – pulling the barrow takes a lot more effort than pushing it, and he's had no time to rest. Rad has to use the whip quite often down the bottom half of the slope. He barely gives him enough time to dump the load and turn before he whips him again. "C'mon! We've lost time which we need to make up! *Run*!" Ben does genuinely try to push even harder, but it's difficult to call on reserves now; his muscles are getting tired. But Rad *can't* make allowances if they're to keep to time – he drives him up the slope with the whip again. Rad had hoped that pushing Ben harder would mean that they'd got ahead of Rick – but the twin had responded to Rad's jibe. So by the time Ben has got to the top, the other barrow is again brim-full! Rad pursed his lips in irritation. Damn! How was he going to get more effort out of Ben? He walked over to the pile of leather straps they'd brought up from the barn, and selected one. Another gulp of water and nourishment bar. Rad showed the new strap to the boys. "OK, boys, the competition is on – if Rick fills the barrow before Ben gets back, Ben gets this!" Ben looked at the strap and at his cousins. His body was already sore and welted – these straps looked heavier and longer – how much more would they hurt?! Warily he wondered how long it would before his suffering increased ... "OK, enough time's a-wasting - Ben *get goin'*!" Ben shuddered at the thought of running up and down the slope being pursued by that nasty-looking strap. He gritted his teeth and ran faster down the slope. When he got to the dip he didn't waste time pushing – he turned and pulled the barrow out (at the cost of extra punishing effort from his back arms and thighs), turned again, and ran it down the slope. Rad was there all the time, smacking down the whip whenever necessary. Dump the load, turn, run back up, Rad whipping him on. Ben really thought that he'd beat Rick – he'd dredged up every effort to do it – but his heart sank as Rick shovelled some more rubble on the top of the barrow as he got there – he'd obviously worked harder as well! Ben was getting worried at having used up his reserves. But Rad laughed. "Hey, perhaps we've got the right motivation now! OK, Ben, you did better – no new straps for you!" Ben breathed a sigh of relief as they grabbed a bit more water and nourishment. But it was only a moment before Rad started driving Ben again. He'd really driven himself hard the last run, and his muscles were aching more now. The full barrow seemed to weigh more than all the barrows before. He groaned with the effort – immediately Rad whipped him again. "No moaning or groaning, remember, slave? Save your effort for labouring! Get going!" Rad had to whip him more often this time, and the sweat poured off Ben as he struggled to keep the barrow moving fast down the slope. Once in the dip, it seemed to be much harder to pull the barrow out again, his arm muscles bulging and straining with the effort, sinews standing out under the skin. Then to push the barrow fast down the slope through the mud. He's panting and exhausted at the bottom, but Rad whips him to get him going again. "Please, Rad, I need to stop for a pee!" Rad was about to agree, and then had a nasty brainwave. "What are you talking about, Slave? Slaves don't stop to pee – they just do it where they're working! Pee as you're running!" Ben looks at him shocked, but Rad just whips him again! "C'mon, what are you hanging about for? Get running!" Ben runs the barrow up the slope wishing he hadn't asked. He gets to the dip, and struggles harder to get the barrow through the increasingly muddy swamp. "Hold it, Slave!" Ben looks at Rad, startled. "Have you peed yet?" "Er, no, Rad, I don't think I could." Rad grabs Ben's chin and twists his face towards his. "Now listen, Slave, I gave you an order. You are to pee as you run up this slope or, so help me, I'll drive you round and round that outhouse rubble until you *do* pee! Get me? Now *get going*!" Ben goes even redder in the face as he runs the barrow up the next slope, and forces himself to let his bladder go. He can feel his urine splashing down his legs, onto his feet onto the ground. If he could hide his head in shame he would, but Rad is whipping him on all the time. By the time he's got back to the outhouse he's disheartened to see that Rad has already filled the barrow and gone back to raking up the rubble again. Rad purses his lips in irritation – they're slipping behind again! He resolves to be more demanding for the next run. While they're gulping the water and the nourishment bar, Rad grins and points at Ben's muddy legs, where streaks of urine have run through. "Is that what I think it is?" Ben wishes he could bury his head in the mud. "Sure is!" "Right, time to get going again! Oh, just one moment, Slave, you didn't work hard enough on the last run, did you? Well here's your reward." Rad drops his strap and picks up the one he'd showed before. Much longer, he folded it in two, and wrapped the middle round his wrist for a better purchase. He swings round, and slashes at Ben. He yelps and jumps in pain as the two free ends smack against his left triceps and swing round to dig into his back! Ben is horrified, writhing, twisting. "We haven't got time to hang around – get going!" Rad keeps his resolve to be more demanding, whipping him at the slightest sign of his slowing down. Ben yelps in pain every time. Even at the difficult turn and pull out of the dip, he insists he pull harder, thigh and arm muscles bulging. So the day wears grindingly on. Hour after hour Rad or Rick drive their cousin to give more effort than ever before – the most punishing cardio workout of his young athletic life. Ben's tears have started to flow, mixing with the sweat, mud, water and piss running down his torso. He was embarrassed to start with – but then was too far `gone' to think about it... Indeed, as the day wore on, Ben could hardly be described as `thinking' at all. The higher levels of his brain seemed to have shut down. He was an automaton whose one ambition seemed to be to do whatever it took to reduce the pain. His trembling muscles strove to push, push, push harder, in the hope that the whip would bite less often. The day had become a blur of pain and exhaustion. It seemed as though his whole existence had become focused on that barrow – a malignant beast to which he seemed shackled for effort and torment. By the time the work is done, the summer sun is setting, and the twins have to help Ben to the barn, where he collapses onto his bedding while the twins tidy up. On their return they gently rub Lidocaine into his welts – which literally cover his entire body – as Ben moans in semi-delirium, semi-sleep; it isn't long before the twins and Ben are cuddled up together deep in exhausted slumber... ========================================================== Apologies for the long delay – at last the next chapter. But a continuing thank you for the encouraging comments received so far (which act as a very good stimulus to continue what is proving to be a time-consuming activity!) – please keep them going! 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