Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2022 00:24:29 -0400
From: Master Will <mastersounder2015@gmail.com>
Subject: Hard As Nails Ch 16

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Hard As Nails: Ch 16 -- Monday. Monday


Monday morning a sense of normalcy was settling over the Reed-Walls
homestead. Farm Boy arose at 5:30 and ran his five-mile course in just his
bright yellow trainers and running shorts. Upon his return, he stripped by
the pool and swam two laps before showering outside. He entered the kitchen
and brewed a cup of coffee for his Chief and himself before taking them
both upstairs. He placed Sean's cup on his nightstand and took a seat in
the dressing area so he could watch his lover sleep. Finishing his coffee,
Clay chose a pair of jeans, a brown leather belt with his 4-H Silver buckle
from the DeSoto County Fair, his Bulldog Head Coach polo, and a pair of
brown leather flip-flops. Going downstairs to the office he grabbed his
wallet, cellphone, and truck keys before heading to the high school.

Andrea thought she heard a car start but she just snuggled up closer not
Alex and returned to sleep. In the Salon, both Vic and Gitte were still
asleep. They had made a shopping list of things they wanted to pick up for
school and the wedding. Of the four boys, only Gunnar was awake. He had
thought about running with his father at 5:30 but decided to use his time
to jackoff before the busy day of shopping.

Gun had awakened at 5:15 with his morning wood hard as nails. He was
surprised that not only did he think about Bill Martin and his red hair but
also of blue-eyed Connor Mack, and the blond Bud Harris. He imagined them
each nude taking turns sucking on his nipples, nuts, and cock. He fantasied
about lining them up with their buts in the air and fucking each a few
thrusts before moving on to the next one until he finally would blast a
load of cum over the three bottoms' backs. That's when he blew his load
which was so strong some of it hit the headboard as well as landed in his
strawberry blond hair.

Across Desoto County that morning five teens were thinking about
Gunnar. Three were boys and two were girls. The two girls had seen him at
the registration tent at the high school. Like him, they were both freshmen
and they each imagined hooking up with one of the sons from one of the
wealthiest and oldest families in the county. The three boys were more
explicit in their fantasies.

Bill Martin knew he wasn't allowed to jack off. He had made the promise
willingly, but his cock was rock hard as he lay on his bed. He pulled a
small lock box from under his bed and entered the combination on the
dial. Flipping up the lid he pulled out a tube of KY and a 6-inch
dildo. Laying on his side he put the lube on his fingers and probed his
asshole making sure he spread the KY evenly. He then smeared some on the
head of the dildo, placed it at the opening of his bussy, and pushed it
in. His body shuddered at the welcome invasion. He began imagining the tiny
latex cock as being Gunnar's fingers opening and readying his hole for the
monster that hung between the teen's legs. He felt the dildo graze his
prostate and he moaned as his cock began leaking copious amounts of precum
forming a puddle on the bed. Repeatedly Bill pulled the dildo out and
pushed it back targeting his prostate. He used the fingers of his other
hand to tease his nipples. He even sucked on them as he wished he could
suck on Gunnar's fingers, nipples, balls, ass, and cock. His breathing
became ragged, and he felt his cock and ass spasm as his load erupted
hands-free from his useless penis and puddled on the sheets of his
bed. Bill quickly knelt and licked up the semen savoring the saltiness of
his seed.

Connor shared his bedroom with his older brother Tyler. Both brothers were
used to the other jacking off in bed. They never spoke about it, but if
Tyler started to jackoff Connor would too, and vice versa. This morning it
was Connor who had started flogging his 6 ½ -inch cut cock. He had
kicked off his cover and sheet and was wanking away thinking about sucking
off the yet unseen dick in Gunnar Reed's swimsuit. He imagined giving
little nipple kisses around its glans and probing the piss slit. Moves he
had learned from Bill Martin. He used his other hand to play with his
nipples and balls Every so often he would probe his ass lips without
penetrating his rectum.

Tyler awoke to his brother's frenzied movements above him. He thought,
"Horny little shit. He jacked off last night before he went to sleep and
now again this morning. I wonder who he's imagining fucking?" He began
imagining his jock brother bonking one of the cheerleaders. His bubble ass
bouncing between their spread cheeks. He also imagined himself doing a
double fuck with the same cheerleader, fucking her in the ass while his
brother did her pussy. He wondered how it would feel to have their two
cocks rubbing against each other separated only by the membranes of the
rectum and the vagina. His hand beat his 7 1/4 inch cut and thick cock
relentlessly.

Both brothers could now hear the other wanking. Their breathing became
heavy and more ragged. Their imaginations went into overdrive thinking
about their fantasies until Tyler shot his load onto his 6 pack and
chest. The smell of his cum filled Connor's nostrils and with that added
stimulation he shuddered as 6 ropes of cum spurted from his dick and landed
on his chin and pecs. Both brothers lay in their bunk letting their orgasms
wash over them as their dicks returned slowly to their flaccid state.

Bud Harris rolled over in his bed at his home just north of the city
limits. He could hear the roosters crowing outside. He thought about Gunnar
Reed and his cousin Rich Harris who had visited them from California for
three weeks over the summer. He was there from the middle of June until
just after the 4th of July. He had shared his bedroom and bed with him the
entire three weeks and on the very first night Rich had sucked him off. His
very first experience of oral sex. The second night he had returned the
favor and over those three weeks, Bud and Rich had sucked and fucked each
other every night. During the days as they rode horses around the ranch,
they would strip and swim in the lake before and after additional sexual
exploits. He wondered about fooling around with Gunnar when he recalled the
happenings of the last week of Rich's visit.

Rich was just 7 months older than his cousin. His experiences in California
had opened his eyes to boy sex 2 years earlier when a teacher at his
private school asked to blow him. He had insisted that if the teacher did,
he would have to give him an A in his class. The teacher agreed. Rich
learned how to dominate the adult. Telling him how to dress, style his
hair, and eventually having to pay Rich for even a quick glimpse of the
boy's private parts.

Bud recalled what his cousin had shared with him the night before he
returned to California with the instructions not to let on to his dad. Just
about a week before Rich was to return home to his family, the two boys
were stripping down by the lake when Bud's dad rode up on his horse. "Hey
Pa!' Bud called. "Want to join us for a swim?"

`Yeah, Uncle Paul, come join us?" Rich added.

"Don't mind if I do. Damn hot today," Paul commented as he dismounted. He
shucked off his boots, socks, jeans, shirt, and hat. Rich and Bud both
noted Paul wore no underwear. His penis was about 6 inches long flaccid and
uncut just like both of theirs. His foreskin hung about an inch beyond the
glans. He joined the boys in wading into the lake a few feet before diving
into the cool, refreshing water.

The three swam and splashed and horsed around for close to half an hour
before Paul informed them, "I must get back to work. You two enjoy
yourselves. Rich your dad and I use to horse around in this very same lake
when we were boys. Lots of great memories." He dressed while watching the
boys swimming recalling how his brother and he had played together. He
remembered the oral sex they had before and after swimming. He wondered if
his son and his nephew had discovered the joys of a friendly mouth as he
pulled on his boots and mounted his horse. About a hundred yards away there
was a large stand of palmetto. Paul stopped and dismounted his horse and
died him off on one of the fronds. He pulled a pair of binoculars from his
saddle bag and focused them on the two teens. He was to get the answer to
his question and more.

After he had left, the boys got out and lay on the grass letting the sun
dry their bodies. Both were slowly jacking their 6 ½-inch cocks
which were remarkably alike. Rich sat up and pointed at his horse. Looks
like Bullet is horny too." The stallion's penis was unsheathed and hanging
heavily from its body. Rich walked over and stroked the horse's face and
whispered gently to him telling him what a good horse he was and how
beautiful he was. He stroked down the horse's flanks and slowly reached
under and touch the exposed cock. Buddy sat still and watched his cousin
explore the horse's cock with his hand. His hand was gripping his dick
tighter, and he was jacking it quickly.

Rich knelt on the ground and continued to stare at the huge penis while
speaking softly to Bullet. He bent over toward the penis and kissed the
tip.  Bud shot his load watching his cousin kiss horse cock. It was both
revolting and intriguing. Bullet snorted and bucked one of his back
legs. Rich moved away quickly, stood up, and spoke softly to the stallion
while betting his flank.

"Buddy, you got to try it!" Rich licked his lips. "It tastes like custard."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Ah come on. I shot twice without even touching my dick," he bragged. Bud
glanced at his cousin's cock and saw the remains of semen dripping from the
foreskin covering the glans.

"Let's swim some more Rich, then head back for lunch." The two ran off into
the water washing off the semen and horsing around before getting out. As
they dressed, Paul put his binoculars away, tucked his spent cock back into
his jeans, and headed back to the north end of the ranch to check on a few
things.

Paul arrived at the house as his wife and family were finishing up
lunch. Tracey got her husband his lunch after reheating it in the
microwave. He kissed his wife and thanked her. He finished a large glass of
water and began enjoying the left-over lemon chicken and rice from the
evening before. Tracey always cooked a big evening meal so that the
leftovers would be available for lunch the next day. She spent her days
taking care of the home Paul and she had made for their son and three
daughters.

"Buddy, tomorrow I want you to go into town and help you Ma with carting
around all the groceries. We're going to need more this week for the July 4
Party."

"OK, Pa. Rich and I can do the toting."

"Rich is going to spend the day with me tomorrow. I've not had the
opportunity to spend quality time with him and your uncle wants me to get
to know him better. Next summer you're going to spend 3 weeks in
California." The two boys fist bumped at the revelation of spending part of
next summer together too.

"Whatever you say, Uncle Paul,"

"Yes, Rich, you do whatever I say."

The next morning Bud stood on the porch as his father and cousin took off
in the service jeep heading for the south end of the property. He knew from
the discussions the night before that the three hired hands would be
working on the south fence line and rebuilding the gates between the
pastures.

Paul did stop and spend a few minutes talking with the work crew before
getting back in the jeep. He opened the glove box and pulled out a black
silk hood. "Put it on," he ordered Rich.

"Why?"

"Because I said so," Paul growled.

Noting the hostility in his uncle's voice, Rich pulled the hood over his
face. The three hired hands chuckled at the teen's predicament. They each
had experienced that hood before and had come away locked in chastity and
in Master Paul's service.

Paul drove along the property line swerving unnecessarily to confuse his
nephew's sense of direction. The pair finally arrived at the northeast
corner of the property where Paul parked the jeep behind a stand of trees.

During the drive, Rich thought of how he had dominated this teacher back in
California. He felt intimidated by his uncle much like he imagined the
teacher had felt about him. After the jeep was parked Paul entered the
scrub for a few minutes before returning to the jeep. Paul grabbed the belt
of Rich's jeans and lifted the teen from his seat and placed him standing
next to him. "Don't say a word unless I ask you a question. Understood?"

"Yes, Uncle."

"Make that Yes Sir."

"Yes Sir," Rich replied.

Holding onto the teen's belt buckle Paul led him through a dense layer of
palmetto and scrub. Branches and palm fronds hit his face. Rich was glad of
the cloth protecting his eyes and skin. Within just a few minutes the two
were on a narrow uneven path. Paul led them along the shaded twisting trail
for another 10 minutes toward a run-down-looking storage barn. Paul let go
of Rich's belt and pulled a set of keys from his pocket. He unlocked the
rusty-looking padlock on the rickety door. He entered and pulled on a
string that turned on the single overhead light bulb. Inside was an old
metal storage container. Paul punched in a code and the door rattled up and
into place. He flipped the light switch illuminating his private play space
before returning to get his nephew.

Rich had stood almost perfectly still as he listened to his uncle move
about. He heard the rickety wooden door drag against a wooden floor. He
heard a garage door rolling up. His mind raced with all the porn he had
watched showing kidnap scenes and torture chambers. His cock was hard as
nails when his uncle returned, laughed at him, and grabbed the teen's
straining cock through the cloth of his jeans. "Your father told me you
were a kinky little shit. He wants you introduced to the family
playroom. Today you're not my nephew, you're my faggot bottom bitch who
likes to suck horse cock."

Rich's mind reeled, "How could his father know? How could his uncle know
about the horse?" He was being pulled forward by his hard cock.

Inside the shack, Paul closed the wooden door. He turned to Rich and
ordered, "Strip!" When his nephew hesitated Paul slapped his face and
pulled the hood from the boy's head. "Next time I must repeat myself I
won't go so easy on you. Strip."

The teen started with his long-sleeved shirt, folding it and placing it on
the floor near the door as he had once trained his teacher to do. His
t-shirt was next followed by his work boots, socks, and jeans. He stood
naked before his uncle.

"A free baller," Paul commented as he patted and fondled the hefty sack
hanging below the straining cock, "just like your old man and me. He walked
over to a kitchen table set with four chairs. "Come here bitch and take off
my shirt."

Rich approached his uncle with his eyes down as he had once taught his
sub. He reached up and unbuttoned the first of the buttons and worked
slowly down revealing his uncle's hairy chest. He noted his large erect
nipples were larger than erasers. He removed the shirt and folded it,
placing it on the dinette.

Paul grabbed the teen's head with his right hand and forced his face into
his left armpit. The boy inhaled the musky scent of the sweaty pit, His
cock started leaking precum. Paul ordered, "Suck it dry." He released
Rich's head and the teen started sucking and licking at the proffered
armpit. The back of Paul's hand brushed his sub's dickhead and felt the
dampness from the precum dribbling from the foreskin. He took a moment to
skin back the prepuce and smear the boy juice over the sensitive head. "I
suggest you control yourself and not cum without permission bitch." Rich
nodded in acknowledgment since he had not been asked a question. "Other
side faggot," the older man commanded as he lifted his right arm into the
air. Rich switched immediately and serviced the right armpit as he had done
the left.

"Remove my belt and undo my jeans," was the next order. Rich unbuckled the
belt and drew it free from the belt loops. He was about to place it on the
table when Paul grabbed it, looped it around his nephew's neck, and pulled
the belt through the buckle making a leather lead for his sex slave of the
day. Rich swallowed hard. He unfastened the top button of the jeans and
undid the zipper. He could feel his uncle's dick pulsing in his jeans, and
he licked his lips involuntarily. "You'll have to wait a bit longer before
you get to suck it, cocksucker." Paul sat in the chair. "Work boots next."

Rich knelt on the rough floor and untied the first boot, loosened the
laces, and pulled the boot free. "Sniff it," Paul ordered. Rich sniffed it
a few times and went to place it on the floor. His uncle grabbed the shoe
and shoved it into the teen's face and ordered, "Breath deep." Rich
followed orders and breathed deeply in and out. The combination of orders
and odor continued to produce cock snot in copious amounts. Paul dropped
the shoe and Rich continued to remove the other boot. He brought the boot
to his face and breathed deeply having learned his lesson from the other
boot.

"Very good faggot. You're learning. As a reward, you may jack your workless
dick 10 times then stop."

Rich knew he was horned up. He knew some days just touching his cock once
could produce an orgasm. He thought of all the swinging tits of the women
back on the beach near his home. He did math problems in his head. He
breathed a sigh of relief when he finished the 10th stroke without shooting
his load.

Paul stood and ordered, "Remove my jeans." Rich's hands moved to the sides
of the jeans and pulled them down, He watched as his uncle's erection was
forced down then sprung free of his jeans and hit him in his chin leaving a
trail of cock snot there and on his chest. He stared at the drooling erect
penis before him. Soft it had been 6 inches with a foreskin that hung an
inch from the head. Here was 8 ½ inches of heavily veined marbled
thick as a beer can man cock. He licked his lips again focusing only on the
cock and tennis ball-sized testicles before him. His hair was pulled up
from the top of his head reminding him immediately he had not finished
removing the jeans. He finished removing the pants, folded them, and placed
them as well as the socks and shoes on the table with the rest of his
uncle's clothes.

"Stay on all fours bitch and come with me," Paul ordered as he led his
bitch toward a queen-size mattress beside the side of the storage
unit. Next to the bed was a large dog bowl. Paul skinned back his lengthy
foreskin and pissed into the dish. He towered over his nephew as he
ordered, "Drink up piss boy."

Rich moved forward and lowered his head and started to lap at the
strong-smelling dark yellow urine in the bowel. It took him 10 minutes to
suck up all the liquid. His uncle was pleased, "Your father told me you
liked to order others around. He'll be glad to know you can follow orders
too. For the rest of the time we're in here you'll only be drinking piss or
cum. Now your first duty to me will be finishing my tongue bath. Start with
my left foot." The Dom laid down on the sheetless piss and cum stained
mattress and Rich moved to his foot. The lad was surprised by the strong
odor that had developed in the hour or, so his uncle had been dressed. The
smells made him dizzy with desire, but he was unprepared for the saltiness
and the texture of the skin beneath his tongue.

"Be sure to suck each toe and get rid of any toe jam between the toe," Paul
barked, and Rich complied enthusiastically. He was hoping he'd get to suck
cock and get fucked by his uncle's massive prick which he would steal a
glance of every so often to further remind him of his goal. Paul could tell
the kid was turned on. Rich was applying a lot of pressure with his tongue
as he licked up his uncle's hairy calf and up the thigh. He got to within
inches of the straining dick when he was directed back down to the other
foot. He started his journey upward again.

This time as he reached his uncle's groin, he was directed only to clean
the pubes above the cock and continue up toward his face. Rich continued up
over the abdomen which had once been a solid 8 pack but now exhibited a
slight beer gut. When he reached the naval, he used his tongue to dip into
the innie, spit into it, and then sucked out his spit and anything else
that was loose inside.  Licking back and forth across the upper abdomen he
reached his uncle's well-defined pectoral muscles. He licked them all over
before turning to the right nipple and sucking on it like a babe at its
mother's tit. Paul held his nephew's head in place, "Nibble at it with your
teeth boy." Rich did so lightly. "Harder boy!!" Paul ordered and the teen
bit town with more pressure eliciting a moan of pleasure from his Dom. He
switched over to the left nipple and repeated the sucking and then biting
action. Paul pushed the boy up off his nipple and Rich found himself
licking the adult's neck and face.

Paul grabbed the boy and kissed him hard and stuck his tongue deep into
Rich's mouth. The teen purred in delight and returned the kiss as his
uncle's hands held him tightly. The kiss went on for what seemed like
forever when the Dom threw his sub sideways onto the bed and flipped over
on his belly. Start with the feet and work up to the nape of my neck.

Rich followed the order to the letter. When he finally reached the nape
Paul ordered, "Start at my ass crack and clean out my crack and my hole."
Rich's mind spun. He had never rimmed anyone before. Then he recalled he
had never sucked on a horse's cock either. He crawled between his uncle's
legs and tentatively licked the top of the sweaty ass crack. Using his
hands he started to spread the muscular ass cheeks apart as he worked
closer to the hairy asshole yet to be revealed.

The fecal odors and musk from his uncle's groin were turning him on more
than ever before. He stopped a moment as he tasted a small piece of shit
clinging to the dark brown hair surrounding Paul's anus. He thought he knew
he would be called a shiteater as well as a cocksucker and a fuck hole
before his uncle was finished with him. Yet he persisted and finally gained
his prize the brown stained hole nestled in brown hair.

"Kiss my ass boy," Paul grunted. Rich puckered up his lips and kissed. "Now
French it," the older male commanded. The teen grabbed his uncle's hips,
kissed his asshole, and tried to shove his tongue in. He met with
resistance. "Try again bitch. I want to feel that tongue licking inside my
hole." Once more the sub pressed his lips and tongue to the anus before him
and Paul pushed out like he was taking a dumb. Rich's tongue slid in a
small bit. "Much better ass kisser, now stick it in further."

Rich curled his tongue and probed, and he felt at least over an inch and
slipped into his uncle's shit chute. He wiggled his tongue around licking
as much of the anus as he could. Paul reached back and pushed him away.

Rich watched his uncle turn over to reveal a red and swollen penis. The
cock snot was pouring down its sides. "You want this boy?" Paul inquired.

"Yes Sir, I do!"

"What do you want to do with it?"

"Sir I want to suck it, get fucked by it, and suck it some more."

"Start with my balls and work up to the tip," Paul directed. Rich was in
his nuts licking them before he even finished the order. He nosed them,
taking in the deep musky odors, and sucked each ball into his mouth. They
were so large he couldn't get both in at the same time though he tried
enough times. Then he started his assault on the inflamed spear rising from
his uncle's groin. He licked at the shaft like an ice cream bar or popsicle
until he reached the prepuce at the top.  He chewed on the foreskin as he
had taught his teacher slave to do to his foreskin. He spread it open and
ran his tongue around the inside before pulling it back to reveal his
purplish-red spear-shaped glans.

Rich sucked it into his mouth and washed it with his tongue. He was
rewarded with a large spurt of cock snot which was sweet to the taste. Not
like the custard taste the horse produced but almost like taking a teaspoon
of sugar into his mouth. He only was able to get 4 inches into his mouth
before he gaged. Yet he sucked and licked at those four inches with
passion.

"Well boy, so far, you've done very well. You have done what I asked, and
you've shown me some of your hidden talents. Now for your first big
lesson. Remember to breathe through your nose." Paul grabbed his nephew's
head in both hands and thrust his cock into the lad's skull. Rich
struggled, he gaged, he thrashed his arms and legs, but Paul kept going
until the teen's nose was in his pubes. He kept repeating, "Breath through
your nose."

Finally, the message registered, and Rich breathed through his flared
nostrils. He stopped flailing about, and his uncle slowly withdrew his cock
until the glans rested on the teen's tongue. His reprieve was short-lived
as Paul pulled the kid's head down to his pubes again. For 15 minutes the
teenaged cocksucker was skull fucked.

Paul could feel his cum churning in his balls. He wanted Rich to taste and
swallow his load not simply unload it in his gullet. Just before he shot,
he stopped and rolled both over, so he was on top of the teen. Then Paul
let his load erupt in7 violet bursts into Rich's mouth. "Swallow it
all. Don't lose a drop!" the lad struggled to comply and swallowed the best
he could with the tip of his uncle's dick resting just behind his teeth.

Paul withdrew his cock from his nephew's mouth. He backed up on the bed and
swallowed the teen's rock-hard cock in one smooth move. Rich shuttered and
shot his load in 5 giant spurts which his uncle swallowed. Afterward, he
had teased the teen's spent cock's glans with his tongue a few times
driving the lad delirious with pain and pleasure. He knelt above his
nephew, "Sweet cum must run in the family," as he smiled down at the young
man.

They had been at it for close to an hour and a half. Paul stood and pissed
into the dog dish again. "Piss chaser, ass-wipe." Rich got down and started
slurping up the liquid which was much lighter and didn't smell as bad as
the morning piss.

Paul waited for the boy to finish his fluids before using the belt leash to
lead him into the metal trailer. The lights had been on giving extra light
to the cabin's interior. Rich saw his uncle flip another switch and a small
air conditioner turned on. He was in his uncle's dungeon.

Uncle Paul picked his nephew up and placed him in a swing-like device in
the back of the 40-foot trailer. The teen would learn later it was called
The Fucking A. The two 40-foot walls of the storage container were bright
white, the ceiling dark blue, the floor black, and the back wall red. Rich
recognized a St. Andrew's Cross, a fuck or spank bench, and stocks. He
noted all sorts of leather implements as well as toys for impact play,
dildos, a Venus milker, and numerous other sex toys. Then he spotted a fuck
machine against the wall. It was equipped with the biggest dildo he had
ever seen attached to it. He tried to recall what his uncle had said about
his father. "Did Pa want me to learn about the family playroom? Did Buddy
know about this place?"

Paul finished securing Rich in the Fucking-A. His legs were supported at
the knee and rested on padding that resembled pool noodles. His wrists were
in leather cuffs which were fixed to a spot behind his head exposing his
armpits. His uncle had run a rope across his chest so that the strands
framed his areolas, granting access to his nipples. More rope secured his
hips.

 "Now boy, in conversations for the rest of your father's and my lives we
will call you Richard or Rich. However, when we want to use your body for
our amusement, we will call you Richie. We may choose to clue other real
men into the nickname as well. If they call you Richie, you will service
them. Now if you want to Dom others you are welcome to do so. Hell, if
you're here you can use the family playroom. Do you understand Richie?"

"Yes Sir. Richie subs. Rich can Dom, Sir."

"Smart boy. Now I don't want you distracted so I'm going to blindfold you
so you can focus on your lessons." The Dom put a leather mask over the
teen's eyes and adjusted it. "You wanted my cock in your ass. So we'll
build up to that then move on to larger things as the day progresses."

Paul picked up a 5-gallon bucket and put it under Richie's ass. He then
turned on a water value and brought a sure shot device to the boy's
ass. "This water is going to be as cold as a witch's tit boy, but can't be
helped. Brace yourself." He pressed the release valve on the sure-shot and
cold water flowed into the teen's rectum, descending colon, and transverse
colon. Paul watched the lad's belly swell. He released the pressure valve
and stopped the flow of water in the kid. He told the boy, "Hold it in
until I tell you to let it out." He gently massaged Richie's abdomen in a
clockwise manner twice. He grabbed the bucket and held it to catch the
flow. "Release."

Richie relaxed his ass muscles and dark brown water mixed with fecal matter
flowed into the bucket. The place smelled of shit. When the bucket was
¾ of the way full, Paul placed another empty bucket under the
teenager and carried the first bucket outside. He dumped it in the scrub
brush surrounding the old shed. Returning to his nephew, he repeated the
enema three more times until the water ran clear from the boy's ass. That
last bucket he set aside for later.

Paul sat on a stool he had pulled up in front of the Fucking A. He used an
electric winch to adjust the height so that his mouth was at the boy's
asshole. Then he leaned in. With his legs spread and secured to the
spreading bar on either side, there was no way Richie could do anything to
protect any part of his body. He felt his uncle's tongue lick his
asshole. Delightful sensations swept through his body and his pecker
stiffened again after the painful assault of the enemas. Repeatedly the
thick tongue licked, teased, and poked into the wiggling and giggling teen.

Paul opened a bottle of lube and poured some into his right hand. He rubbed
his hands together coating them both, He used his right index finger to
circle the lad's bright pink bussy lips. The new sensation had Richie
wiggling his hips trying to get more contact with whatever his uncle was
using. As the older man's right index finger continued rubbing the teen's
ass lips, he brought his left index finger up and pushed into his nephew's
bunghole. A gasp and a moan escaped the lad's lips.

Paul's finger probed for the boy's prostate. When he found it, Richie once
more gasped, and moaned loudly before gasping again. He tried to hump the
finger, but his uncle would move it away. For 20 minutes he played with the
pink ass lips slowly adding more fingers to massage the outer wall. He also
added another finger to his probing of Ritchie's ass. From the ease of
entry, Paul knew his nephew had been fucked before. He hoped Buddy had
tapped that ass. He would need to watch them more closely over the next few
days before Rich flew home.

Paul kept adding fingers until he had inserted four into the welcoming
bussy. Ritchie squirmed, moaned, and sighed. His chest was bright red with
the heat of his passion and desire. His uncle withdrew his hands. Ritchie
squirmed, he tried to hump the air, his cock straining to fuck anything.

The elder Harris had been taking pictures and videos of his training
session with Ritchie. He took a moment to send the video of the boy trying
to fuck the air to his brother in California. Then he adjusted the Fucking
A using the winch to bring his nephew's ass level with his massive prick.

Grabbing Gun Oil, Paul slicked up his dick, rubbing a generous amount of
the lube all over it. He squirted some of the oil onto the outside lips of
Richie's bussy. He lined up his tapered glans nesting it at the teen's anal
opening which brought a sigh of relief from Rich. Grabbing the bars of the
A, Paul pulled the boy's ass onto his cock in one swift motion. The gasp
and cry that escaped the restrained teen's lips were not from pain. His
uncle had prepped his hole well. They were from the pleasure of being
spread back open and filled with a cock deeper than he had ever been filled
before. A smile formed on his lips as his uncle began fucking him.

Paul noted the smile. He picked up his phone and snapped a picture to send
to his brother later. He was ready to cum again after teasing the boy so
for so long. He reached up and pinched Ritchie's right nipple eliciting a
pleasurable groan from the restrained sub and a spurt of cock snot from the
ever-dripping dick. Paul leaned over the boy and started pounding his meat
into the willing receptacle. He began long dicking the kid. He would then
switch to quick short jabs so the lad's prostate would get poked as well as
being rubbed.  Then he returned to long dicking. He put his full body
weight on top of Ritchie and nibbled on the nipples exposed between the
rope.

Ritchie's ass began spasming as he worked toward an orgasm. Paul could feel
his cock being milked and knew his nephew was close. He quickened his pace
and as Ritchie's cock blew 8 loads of cum between his body and his uncle's,
Paul unloaded 7 strong volleys into the steamy hot velvet tunnel encasing
his manhood. Both fucker and fucked breathed hard as they lay in
post-orgasm bliss. Richie's ass was still shooting multiple orgasms through
his body. His shuddering told his uncle the kid was a natural for
bottoming.

Leaving his dick in his nephew's ass, Paul stood up. He stretched his arms,
farted, and let loose a stream of piss into Ritchie's ass. Pulling out he
told the teen, "Hold it in." The lad tried but his ass was still
gaping. The piss started to leak out, but Paul had grabbed an empty bucket
which caught the piss and cum dribbling from the well fucked bussy. "You
can let it out now bitch." Richie relaxed as he felt the liquid drain from
his ass and splash into a container.

"Sir, permission to speak, Sir?"

"Permission granted fuck wad."

"Sir, this fuck wad needs to piss Sir."

"Hold it," Paul ordered. He went to the storage cabinet and pulled open a
drawer. He grabbed a Texas catheter, and tubing, and returned to his nephew
who wiggled on the Fucking A trying to contain his bladder. Paul put the
tube's end into Richie's mouth. He shoved his sub's dick into the Texas
catheter and used his fingers to secure the base so the piss would flow
through the tube.  "You can piss now."

Richie had not had someone else hold his dick while he urinated. He
struggled for a moment until his need to release overcame his
shyness. Within moments the strong stream had flowed through the tube and
into his mouth. He knew without being told he had to swallow and swallow he
did. It felt like his piss would never stop as he swallowed rapidly in
succession. When the flow stopped, he sucked at the tube like a straw
draining any remaining piss.

"What a smart bitch!" his uncle praised him while removing the Texas
catheter and its tube. "I haven't seen any of my other piss boys suck the
tube dry. Thanks for the training tip. I'll be back with your lunch in a
bit." He walked out of the storage container and turned off the overhead
lights leaving the blindfolded naked teen restrained on the Fucking A. He
went to the jeep and grabbed the lunch Tracey had packed for him and his
nephew. Harris brought the food inside, placed the lunchbox on the table,
walked to the small fridge, and pulled out a beer and two protein
drinks. He sat down and ate both his sandwich and Richie's while drinking
his beer. Training sessions required a lot of energy.

He tossed the sandwich bags back into the lunchbox. Then took it back out
to the jeep. Back inside he finished his beer, grabbed the two protein
drinks, and returned to his nephew turning on the lights as he entered the
container. "Miss me bitch?"

"Sir, yes Sir!" Ritchie answered truthfully.

"I've got a liquid lunch for you." He saw a frown form on his sub's
face. "You'll be drinking it through a straw. He opened the first drink,
placed a straw in it, and bent the straw tip. He held it to Richie's lips
and the teen sucked up the liquid.

Richie was surprised to taste chocolate. When he finished slurping up the
drink, he released the straw. "Sir Thank you, Sir."

Paul patted the boy's balls in acknowledgment. He grabbed a plastic glass
from a nearby shelf and poured the piss and cum liquid from the teen's ass
into it. Putting the straw into the glass he put it to the boy's lips,
"Drink up." Richie quickly sucked in the liquid but stopped when the urine
hit his tongue. Paul laughed. "Drink my piss and cum from your asshole
bitch."

Richie had no choice but to continue sucking the liquid into his mouth and
swallowing it. He was both revolted that it had drained from his ass but
turned on as his cock began swelling up eliciting a laugh from his uncle.

Paul jacked the teen's cock with his left hand while keeping the glass
close to Rich's face with his right. "Seems you are a kinky piss-loving
fuck." Richie slurped up and swallowed the last of the piss and cum. Paul
opened the second protein drink, added the straw, and held it to the teen's
lips.

Rich knew he had to drink. He didn't want to imbibe more piss. He had his
and now his uncle's urine in his belly as well as the chocolate drink, He
sucked at the straw and was once more surprised that it was chocolate
again. He took his time savoring the chocolate before swallowing. He wanted
to prolong the taste as well as the edging his uncle was doing to his
cock. He wondered if his father would play with him upon his return and
where. Richie finally slurped up the rest of the chocolate drink and
released the straw. His uncle stopped jacking the boy's dick.

"Ritchie it's time for your last two lessons. You've done well serving as
my body slave giving me a tongue bath. You're very good at sucking cock and
now you know how to deep throat one while being face fucked. You're
drinking piss and cum without retching. You've taken a man's cock deep into
your ass and cum handsfree. Pass those and you'll get your key to the
family playroom." The teen nodded his understanding,

Paul laid out what he would need for his next lessons. He positioned
himself on the stool and adjusted the Fucking A using the winch to the
height at which he would be working. He began by applying Swiss Navy spray
lube onto his nephew's pink rosebud. Ritchie could smell clove wafting
around him. "This lube will both lube your ass lips and desensitize them a
bit for what is to come." He began circling the boy's anus as he had when
he had started to prep him for being fucked. Spraying the lube onto his
right hand, Paul rubbed it around his fingers. He probed with his index
finger and Ritchie's anus opened easily. Paul's fingertip brushed the lad's
prostate causing the teen's dick to get hard as nails and squirt cock snot
onto his abs.

He continued to add fingers until the pink rosebud was stretched 4 fingers
wide. Paul sprayed more of the Swiss Navy lube onto the opened hole. He
pulled his four fingers back slightly, tucked his thumb down and into them,
and slid his hand inside up to his knuckles. "Now boy, you've done well
opening back up to my fingers. I've got all five into you. In a moment, I'm
going to push my whole hand into your hole. When you feel the pressure bear
down like you're taking a shit."

Paul pushed his hand forward slowly. He watched the anal ring expand and
then contract. He felt Rich bearing down, and the anal ring opening
again. Paul's hand slid into his nephew's rectum. "Excellent job Ritchie!
Just excellent! You've taken a man's hand into your body." Paul opened his
hand and tickled at the lining of his nephew's rectum which caused the kid
to giggle. Paul then used his fingers to work the prostate. Richie tried to
wiggle his hips as much as possible to increase the sensation.

Paul formed a fist inside the lad's body. He fucked the rectum slowly which
got the boy's attention. He could feel the fist stretching his rectum and
moving back and forth. The fullness of the feeling was amazing. Without
warning, Rich's bladder released a torrent of piss all over his torso which
drained down soaking his sides and dripping onto the floor. Paul laughed,
"No worries piggy that happens a lot with fisting when we hit the bladder."
Then he resumed his tucked thumb position and slowly withdrew his hand from
inside the teenager whose ass lining prolapsed a bit but didn't fully bloom
outside his anus.

Paul opened a stick of Crisco. "Now boy we're going to work on depth
training. I know where I want to go. Your job is to do exactly what I tell
you. You do that and you'll come out of this just fine. Do you understand
me?"

"Yes Sir, do as you say, Sir."

"Good boy," Paul reinforced his nephew's behavior. He began stuffing the
Crisco into the boy's ass. He also rubbed some of it on his right hand and
arm up to his elbow. Next, he shoved a whole stick of the lard into the
waiting ass. He was ready to teach. "First you will earn your scarlet
hanky. That means I am going to work both of my hands into your ass. Just
do as I told you when you feel the extra pressure - pretend you're taking a
shit."

Paul formed his right hand into the tucked position and started slipping it
inside the slightly gaping bussy before him. To his surprise, his hand
slipped in without Rich having to push out. "Great job Richie! I'm very
proud of you!" The teen smiled in contentment that he was doing something
right though he wasn't quite sure what. Paul brought his greasy left maw to
the spread hole. He slipped the index finger beside his wrist. "No issue
getting it in there," he thought. Next, he added a second finger. Once more
the teen's ass adjusted easily to the spread.

The third finger was a little tighter and Richie had to bear down just a
bit to admit it, Paul began a back-and-forth motion with his hands
massaging the anal opening and relaxing it further. The third finger
slipped in quickly followed by the fourth. Paul withdrew his left hand and
tucked the thumb. Reformed his right hand into a first and pulled it out of
Rich with a loud plop. He quickly formed his right hand into the tucked
position and lined his left hand up so that the fingers of the left covered
the thumb of his right as he pushed into the teen's ass.

Rich felt the first-hand move to the top of his rectum while feeling his
asshole stretch a little more. He felt his uncle's right-hand stop and the
movement of the left hand continue up to the top of his shit chute.

"You're fucking amazing Richie! Neither your dad nor I did as well our
first time. Pa had to work hard to get both his hands in. I think it took
five or six tries for me and your father was maybe 3 or 4 times." The teen
was learning something new about his father and uncle as well as his
grandfather. They were all on the down low and into some very kinky
shit. "Now for your final lesson. Again do as I say." He slowly removed
both hands.

Paul added more Crisco to the boy's ass and inserted his right hand easily
into the velvety rectum. He pushed the Crisco deeper. "You'll feel the
Crisco enter the sigmoid or descending colon. There will be a bit of
discomfort. Tell me when you feel it." He continued to move his hand
further.

"Sir, I feel something, not painful just odd, Sir."

"Where?"

Rich wanted to point to a spot low on his abdomen on his left side but
being restrained he couldn't. "Sir, Lower left, Sir!"

Paul twisted his hand slightly to the right and brought his fingers
together again. He could feel the sphincter pressing against his flesh as
he invaded the next segment of the colon. Paul could hear his nephew's
panting and he could feel the boy's heart beating. "Bear down again." His
nephew complied and Paul felt both the anal lips open to accommodate his
wrist and forearm as well as the opening from the rectum into the next
portion of the colon. He forged ahead slowly. When he felt his hand enter
the descending colon completely, he rotated it again to the right and
pushed in a few more inches. He was halfway to his elbow.  "Richie, you're
doing so well. I thought we'd be here all afternoon trying just to get two
fists in. You're only four inches from my elbow!" He shook his head in
disbelief. "I'd like to see if I can get elbow deep today, but I'll let you
tell me."

Rich breathed deeply a few times while he pondered. He wasn't in pain. He
had an unusual feeling of fullness. He also noticed his dick wasn't hard
anymore ever since he had pissed. "Sir, please go slowly, Sir."

Paul agreed, "Your safe word to stop the fisting is red. Understand?"

"Sir, yes sir, Red is the safe word, Sir."

Paul inched forward. Quarter inch, half an inch, one inch, two. Rich
breathed heavily as he was focused on the movement in his gut. Two and a
half inches, three inches, three and a half inches. "Almost there boy,"
Paul told him. He pushed another inch into his nephew and stopped. "You're
up to my elbow. Fuck, I wish Peter was here! He would be so proud of you
too!" Richie smiled and tears formed in his eyes. His father rarely said
anything kind to him anymore. To know he was making him proud was an
emotional moment for him.

Paul slowly reversed his direction. As slowly as he had entered Richie's
body he now withdrew. He was very careful around the sphincter entering the
rectum. Once past it he formed a fist again and withdrew his hand through
the gaping hole, He punched in and out of the hole as it slowly returned to
its normal shape and on the last punch played with the teen's prostate a
few minutes before withdrawing his fist for the last time. He grabbed the
paper towels and wiped the Crisco and ass slime off his forearm and
hands. He squirted some Dawn dish soap on them and worked up a lather
before removing it with paper towels again. He checked Richie's anus. The
lips were swollen but it was closed. He undid the restraints and lifted his
nephew into his arms. He hugged him close and carried him like a baby out
of the dungeon. He laid him gently on the bed, removed the leather
blindfold, and beamed down at the lad. "You're a real trooper kid," he said
as he kissed his nephew deeply, their tongues doing battle in the teen's
mouth.

Paul sat up and looked at Richie. He got up and retrieved his phone and
dialed his brother placing the phone on speaker. Peter answered on the
fourth ring.

"The little pussy couldn't do it could he," Rich's father began.

"No Pete, on the contrary. He took me to the elbow, first try!"

"First try! No way! I thought he liked dominating others. I would never
have guessed he could take it as well as dish it out."

"Well Pete, you were wrong. I bet the old man will be thrilled when I tell
him."

"Where are Papa and Mama now? I haven't heard for like a week."

"They're in Newport staying with the Fells family. He told me they would be
sailing all week and his phone would be on shore."

"Well tell Rich I'm proud of him,"

"You just did, we're on speaker phone."

"Richard, I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm so proud you're following in the
family tradition. Uncle Paul will give you your key. When you get back,
I'll give you the one for the playroom here. We will spend time playing
together as well. Uncle Paul will tell you the ground rules. I love you
son."

"Ah, thanks Pa. I love you too," Rich responded. It had been a long time
since they had expressed love to one another. The call ended.

Paul began the rules. "First, Bud hasn't been initiated yet. That will
happen later this year. So you can't bring him here. When he visits you
next summer you and your dad can play with him." Rich nodded. "While you
will be called Richie when we want to top you. To top us you call me Big
Boy, your father is Little Man, and Grandpa is Red Man. So when we play as
a family, we take turns being tops and bottoms. Understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand Sir."

"Rich, you are also not fully trained. Your father will teach you some of
the finer points of what we do. Right now just keep to sucking, fucking,
and piss drinking.  Your dad will also reveal the names of the 6 slaves
that serve him. They are now your property as well because we own them as a
family. I currently have three slaves. They work here, on the ranch. Carlos
is called Chica. Roberto is Bobby Boy and Bill is Billy Boy. They will obey
you as they obey me or suffer the consequences. They have a nice life
here. Three squares a day Monday through Friday. They each have their own
bedroom complete with a TV. They also get paid for working. They submit
individually and as a group to me when your Aunt Tracey is on the rag or
not in the mood and any time, I need stress relief. You never mention the
location of the clubhouse to anyone. When we leave, I will show you how to
find it. There is also an emergency key stored outside which I'll show
you. He took a silver chain from around his neck with a key dangling from
it. He placed the chain over Rich's head. Welcome to the clubhouse,
Mr. Harris." He hugged his nephew closely again.

Paul showed Rich the cleanup and shut down procedure for the Club House
before they dressed. He also gave him the code to the storage container's
door: 1-9-7-3. Outside they closed and locked the rusty-looking lock back
on the door.  Paul led the way through the palmetto and scrub. He stopped
at a small gate which he opened and then closed behind them before
continuing through a few more feet of the brush to the jeep. Paul tossed
the black silk hood into the glove compartment and headed to the lake.

The two stripped off their clothes and dove into the cool water. They
floated and enjoyed the afternoon swim. Getting out Rich went to
dress. Paul stopped him, "Hold up there. We can stay naked. I need to check
on my three workers. We'll let the wind and sun dry us off. They tossed
their clothes in the back of the jeep and Paul headed to the southeast
corner to find his workers. "When we get there, I want you to pick one, use
his slave name, and you can tell him to do whatever you want him to do to
or for you. Sound like a plan?"

"Sounds like a damn good plan. I have missed ordering my fag teacher
around."

"What's your fag teacher's name?"

"Fag teacher. I guess I have been calling him that for over two years now,
I think it was Frank Townsend."

"You don't call him that in class though."

"No in class I address him as FT. I've threatened to explain it to the
class if he doesn't respond."

"And he calls you Sir in class?"

"He calls all the boys Sir and the girls, Ma'am."

"What have you trained him to do?"

"He was already an accomplished cock sucker. He has paid to have his hair
laser removed neck down. I fuck him before and after school. I also paddle
him after his afternoon fuck so he can remember me till the next morning. I
have sold him dirty underwear, jocks, and socks. On the weekends, I make
him take me to the mall to buy me shit if I want it or to the movies."

"So you are a Ca$h Ma$ter!"

"Yeah, I saw something online about being a FinDom and thought I'd try it
out."

"What do your folks say?"

"Ma is too busy with the other 6. I think she's glad I'm busy elsewhere. Pa
and I have been fighting for two years now. He doesn't understand me and
all my comings and goings. Today was the first time in a long time we said
we loved each other."

"My brother, the horndog, has always been a bit blind. He doesn't always
see what is right in front of his face. For example, I know Bud is gay. Did
you see the baseball posters he put up in his room? Every one of the
players' has a huge basket or you can see their dick dangling down in their
pants. He uses sports as a mask to be around other unclothed guys. Now he
has made the football team. I hope that Coach Reed, being gay himself, will
understand my boy."

"Buddy is excited about playing football. He even showed me pictures of his
coach from college and the Steelers. Come to think of it there was a bulge
in those pictures too."

"You're fucking right about that. Junior Reed is one big-dicked mother
fucker. Was always bigger than the rest of us in gym class and on the
weightlifting team. You ready to give orders?" Paul pulled up to the three
workers. The three men stopped and stared at their boss and his nephew
sitting naked in the jeep.

"Hey Chica," Rich hollered, "Strip!"

Carlos looked at the boy, then at Paul, and back at the boy but he didn't
move. He was confused. No one but his Master had ever called him by his
slave name. Paul jumped from the jeep and strode over to him. He slapped
Chica's face hard leaving a red handprint.

"You know the rule. You serve whoever uses your slave name. Billy Boy,
Bobby Boy strip and rip the clothes of this fucker."

Rich was amazed at how quickly the two men stripped off their clothing and
left it in piles on the ground before literally ripping the shirt off
Carlos' torso and shoving him to the ground to pull off his work boots,
socks, and jeans. All three men had something colorful covering their
dicks.

"Uncle Paul, what are those things?" Rich inquired.

"Those are chastity cages called cherry keepers. Slaves are not allowed to
cum unless I permit it." He walked over to the back of the jeep and opened
his toolbox. "Stand him on his head and spread his legs." The two slaves
helped Carlos into a handstand and spread his legs apart. Paul selected an
implement with which to punish Chica for being slow in following
orders. "Thanks, boys, now pull his cheeks apart so I can see his bussy."
The two slaves did as they were told. None of them had been punished in a
long time. They enjoyed the sex and BDSM games they experienced with Master
Harris too much to risk his displeasure.

Paul pulled out a small microfiber stinger. He placed the tip near the edge
of Carlos' anus and held it still. Using his other hand raised the end back
toward the handle and released it. Rich heard the swish sound and moments
later Carlos screamed.

"One," Paul announced. He moved the stinger a bit and repeated the
movement. "Two." Carlos was now begging for forgiveness. It fell on deaf
ears. His Master continued to 25. His erection and that of his nephew grew
hard as nails as the screams became sobs.

"Rich come here please," Paul requested. The teen jumped down and let his
engorged cock lead the way. "Did you say how I used the stinger?"

"Yes Sir, I did,"

"I'd like you to give 5 switches to each testicle, please. Then we'll stand
him up and continue his punishment." Billy Boy and Bobby Boy exchanged
glances.

Rich took the stinger and walked in front of Carlos. Chica could make out
Rich's cock and see the stinger in his hand, The teen could see now see the
cock cage up close. It was green and from what he could see the cock head
was nestled tightly in the device. He positioned the stinger and rather
than follow his uncle's method he swung the microfiber hitting the ball
with its end. The howl was music to his ears. He aimed at the other ball
and swung the fiber hard. More screams filled the air, He went back to the
first ball and followed his uncle's method of carefully placing it before
pulling back the tip. As Carlos howled Rich moved it to a new position on
the same ball and flicked the end again. As the howl increased, he repeated
the procedure twice more on the same ball. Then he switched to the
remaining ball and deftly stung it four more times.

"Stand him up." Paul directed. The two slaves helped Carlos stand on his
two feet. Paul reached out his hand for the stinger and Rich turned it
over. He walked over and rubbed Chica's tits. He knew this slave's nipples
were hardwired to its slave cock. He positioned the stinger and hit the
right nipple and then the left. "Stick out your tongue." Chica complied
immediately. Paul once more positioned the stinger and flicked it the
length of the tongue. Carlos shuddered tears ran down his cheeks.

"Now nephew what were you going to do to this piece of shit?"

"I had planned on having him rim me and suck my cock before I fucked him."

"Billy Boy, Bobby Boy, as a reward for your good service today Chica will
be rimming your asses. He will also drink your piss until sunrise tomorrow
morning. If you take a shit. He will tongue your asses clean. At our next
play session, I will uncage your cocks so that he may blow you and you can
fuck him. Billy Boy, you will rim Master Rich. Bobby Boy, you will rim
me. Chica, you can start on Billy Boy's ass." Paul walked over to the jeep
and leaned on the driver's seat as Bobby got down on his knees and parted
his master's ass cheeks before diving in. Rich followed his uncle's example
on the passenger's side and Billy Boy worked his long thin tongue into the
teen's very pliable anal ring.

Chica crawled over to Billy and spread his ass cheeks and started licking
with his sore tongue. He was one large ache. His tongue, nipples, balls,
and his asshole all reminded him he had let his master down. He rimmed his
fellow slave aggressively and noted that cock snot was dropping from Billy
Boy's chastity cage.

Rich decided he wanted his cock sucked. He ordered, "Billy Boy, you can
lick my balls a bit before sucking my cock." That was the signal for Chica
to move to Bobby Boy's asshole. He scampered quickly to the other side of
the jeep and began working his buddy's ass lips. Paul could tell Bobby was
enjoying his ass being rimmed as he was being more aggressive in shoving
his tongue into his master's ass.

Rich felt it was time to fuck, but he didn't know which slave his uncle
would permit him to do, "Uncle Paul which slave may I fuck?"

"Why not all three? Sample each ass a few minutes and decide which one you
want to gift with your seed and your piss. Asses up bitches."

The three slaves assumed side-by-side positions on all fours. They then
lowered their chests to the ground and reached back spreading their cheeks
apart revealing their bussies. Rich spit on Chica's swollen hole lined up
his cock and plunged in. The Latino was used to taking a cock in one
thrust. It was how Master Paul fucked. This young master wasn't as big, so
it was no issue. The welts on his anus stung though as the young man fucked
back and forth for a few minutes. Then he moved on to Billy Boy.

Billy knew he usually caught afternoon fuck duty with Master Paul. After he
had eaten his lunch, he used his injector to shoot several ounces of lube
into his ass. Rich had seen the moistened lips and simply slipped in. Billy
let out a contented sigh just as he did with Master Paul. He knew he could
gain extra favors by pretending he liked it more than he did. Paul watched
with amusement as Billy reacted just like he did when he fucked him. The
older master made a note to work with Billy differently starting tomorrow.

Rich moved to Bobby Boy. He didn't spit or try to lube up the third
slave. He lined up and said, "Push Out," then plunged in. This hole felt
tighter on his teenage dick. He fucked it with long strokes and short
strokes, he leaned over and reached under to pull on the big eraser-sized
nipples on Bobby Boy's chest getting grunts of pleasure in return, "I'll
fuck this one," he announced. He rode Bobby hard. Pulling out he ordered,
"On your back bitch, and pull those legs back." Bobby Boy complied as Paul
chuckled as his nephew took charge of fucking the hole under him.

Paul walked over to Chica, "On your back bitch. Legs up." Chica complied
and Paul rammed his big wide dick in. Chica's anus was spread wide and the
pain from the 25 raised welts filled his eyes with tears. "Billy Boy, get
your tongue under here and lick my cock and Chica's ass as I fuck it."
Billy scrambled onto his back under his master's ass and turned his head to
lick the ass slime being produced by the monstrous cock.

Rich alternated strokes, he bit the large nipples on Bobby Boy's chest, and
would occasionally stop and flick the slave's ball sack. He lasted about 15
minutes before he reached his climax. When Rich finished shooting his load
and recovered from his repeated orgasms he unleashed a very full bladder
into the slave. Bobby Boy clamped down to hold the gifts he had
received. He turned immediately and licked his anal juices from the teen's
semi-erect cock.

Paul ordered, "Put your ass on Chica's face. She can drink Master Rich's
cum and piss from your ass. Bobby Boy moved over and positioned himself. He
felt Chica's mouth on his asshole and relaxed the sphincter. Piss and cum
gushed into Chica's mouth and he struggled to keep up with the flow. His
sputtering and gaging excited Paul as he pummeled his slave's ass harder
and deeper with unbridled passion. Finally, 25 minutes from the time he
entered Chica's ass he too filled the depths of his slave's ass with his
seed and then his piss.

"Chica you may deposit my cum and piss in Billy Boy's mouth. Bobby came
over and cleaned the slime from his master's cock. "You boys look like
you're doing good work here. Chica, I hope you learned a lesson today. If
you repeat the same mistake with me, Master Buddy, or any of the men to
whom we give your slave name, I will double what you got today." He climbed
into the driver's seat and Rich got in on the other side and Paul drove
back to the house.

Bud was sitting on the porch swing waiting for them. He saw them hop out of
the jeep nude and walk over to the outside shower and rinse off. They
walked across the lawn. Tracey came out of the house, "Paul Norton Harris!
Have you no shame walking around stalkers!" She ran down the steps and
threw a towel at him and Rich. "Richard your mother and dad would be
disappointed having you displaying yourself to me and your little cousins."

"Tracey, we have had a hard day together. Let it be," Paul growled. Tracey
stopped talking and headed back into the house. "Best get some clothes on
Rich. I'll see you, boys, later. Now I'm going to go make nice with the
wife."

"Have a good day?" Bud inquired.

"Yeah, Uncle Paul wore me out. We stopped at the lake for a dip then went
and checked on the hired hands before coming home."

"Where did you go?"

"Buddy, I couldn't tell you. I was so lost. Your dad's one crazy driver!"

"You don't know the half of it!" The two boys laughed, and Rich went inside
to get dressed in clean clothes.

The two teens continued to fuck and suck throughout the remaining days of
Rich's visit. It was not until the last night that Rich told Buddy what had
happened on his day out with his uncle. Now Buddy wondered when it would
happen to him. He also wondered if Gunnar would be willing to fuck
him. Just the thought of seeing what Gunnar had in that swimsuit caused Bud
to shoot his load hands free.

Clay had parked back by his coaching office. He went inside and picked up a
pad and pen to take notes and entered the auditorium right at 7 AM. Ninety
percent of the faculty was there along with all five school board members,
the superintendent, and Mr. Eisly.

"Clay I thought I told you, you didn't need to attend," Joe commented as he
walked up to Clay and offered him his hand.

"Yes Sir, you did. You didn't say I couldn't though. Since this involves
me, I want to be here."

Eisly nodded his head and returned to the center of the auditorium as Clay
took his seat next to the math chair.

"Thank you all for coming," Eisly began. The Superintendent has authorized
a half day of pay for all of you. I promise we won't be keeping you here
for 3.5 hours. Margaret is going to hand out to you a summary of what
occurred here on our campus Saturday. It is despicable that a group of our
teachers would conspire to drive another teacher from the campus by
depriving his children of their right to participate in athletic
activities." One of his office aides was handing out the information at the
end of each aisle and it was passed down the rows so that everyone had a
copy.

"This matter is very serious. Each one of you will be interviewed by the
sheriff's Deputies as well as Children and Family Services. I regret to
tell you it is not going to stop there.  Mr. Griffin, would you care to
elaborate?"

"Thank you, Mr. Eisly." Noel strode to the center of the stage and looked
down on Joe who took a seat with his teachers and staff. "I received a call
from Tallahassee yesterday evening. CFS has informed the Department of
Education. They have ordered a review by Professional Practices. The
department also notified the Commissioner who notified the Governor. It was
also intimated that the SACS might get involved. Florida Athletics may
become involved especially if Mr. Reed chooses to resign. It will be of
paramount importance that we, as a District and as a School, not
overreact. Rather we should each try to calmly cooperate to put this most
despicable situation behind us." Todd Scelzo entered the back of the
auditorium noisily. "Ah I see Mr. Scelzo, the Teachers' Union Executive
Director has arrived. Please join us on stage Todd."

Todd waddled down the center aisle. He was dressed in a royal blue suit
that didn't fit his rotund body well. He was sweating heavily though the
auditorium was air-conditioned. He climbed the stairs and shook hands with
the Superintendent and the five school board members before taking his
seat.

Noel continued, "I do not know what more can be said or done at this
time. Mr. Eisly."

"Thank you, Superintendent Griffin. Beginning at 8 AM the Sheriff's
Department and CFS will begin interviewing faculty and staff The three
suspended members intimated that there were at least 7 more members
involved including an administrator. We have invited Mr. Selzo to be
present so he could hear our presentation himself and I invite him to say a
few words now if he so chooses. Mr. Selzo."

Todd hefted himself out of his chair and walked to the center of the
stage. "Thank you, Mr. Eisly and Mr. Griffin. The Union's Board of
Directors met last night. We have additional attorneys on the way from
neighboring Unions to help provide counsel to teachers as they are
interviewed.  While the charges are quite serious and heinous, we must
remember that in the USA one is innocent until proven guilty." A murmur ran
through the auditorium. "It is my understanding that there will be five
deputies and five CFS agents working in teams of two. We have no idea what
you are going to be asked. If you know something that can be proven, not
just hearsay, we urge you to submit it to the authorities. Especially with
CFS involved, if they find out you knew and didn't report, your credentials
could be revoked. Before you answer any question ask the attorney for
advice about what you want to say. If they advise to not answer, don't. If
they advise you to answer, do so. I know each of you will be
interviewed. Hopefully, it can be done within the three and half hours the
School Board has authorized as emergency pay. If it takes longer, we will
bring that up in negotiations" He looked at the five board members and the
Superintendent. "Thank you again for inviting me, Joe." Todd sat down.

Mr. Eisly stood up again. "Thank you, Todd, for coming out this
morning. Are there any questions from faculty or staff?" Brenda Johnson
raised her hand. "Brenda," Joe recognized her.

"My question is for Coach Reed." Clay stood and turned toward her. "Junior,
are you staying or going?"

"That's not the type of question I was looking for Brenda," Joe began.

"I disagree," Clay interrupted, "Brenda's question is the very first
question which should be asked." He turned back to face Brenda. "Brenda, it
has been one tough week. The hospital mess and then this conspiracy
thing. Most of you knew me from when I went to school here. You followed my
career with the Stallions and the Steelers. You know I don't shy away from
tough situations, and this is one of the toughest my husband and I have
ever faced. Sean and I have talked at length about this since Saturday
after the team left the house. We even had a family meeting with the kids
last night as well. You may have heard they are willing to be
homeschooled. That is true. However, they would prefer to interact with
others of their own ages. For my part, I have bonded well with the players
on both the varsity and junior varsity teams as well as the coaching staff.
I have weighed what bringing in a new head coach now would do to the team
even if Mr. Eisly promoted someone from within. The feeling of being
rejected and unwanted could mar an otherwise exceptional year for these
young men. So I'm staying put. I'll teach my classes and coach the teams."
Clay sat down. The applause started from the row just behind him and spread
across the auditorium. He looked around and saw his colleagues standing and
applauding him. He turned and bowed his head then sat back down. The
applause continued until he stood once more and simply said thank you and
touched his hand to his heart before taking his seat.

"Thank you Coach Reed/ You are truly a professional," Mr. Eisly
commented. Margaret rushed down a side aisle and over to Mr. Eisly. She
handed him two notes. "Excuse me a moment please." He opened the first note
and adjusted his reading glasses. "Mr. Scelzo, it appears the union's
attorneys are in the front office. They are asking for you."

Todd nodded and hauled himself up out of his chair once more, down the
stairs and up the side aisle toward the office. Mr. Eisly read the second
note. He turned back to the microphone. "It appears the two teams of
investigators are early. They would like to begin at 7:45. Is there
anything else we need to discuss?" Foster Lewis raised his hand. "Foster,"
Eisly recognized the head of the Foreign Languages Department.

"First, let me that messing with student names is not new. What steps are
we putting in place to ensure this won't happen again?"

"Excellent question Foster. As you can see in the info we have provided, we
have ordered tryouts to start with a blank slate starting this Saturday. It
will put us behind a week but there is nothing we can do about it. We have
also been very clear in stipulating that as long as one of their birth last
names appear on the school roster, they are to be considered enrolled. I
will be at the registration tables myself the next two Saturdays to ensure
compliance.

Joyce Ferrel raised her hand and was recognized. "My question is for Clay
as well. Clay, what happens if your children don't qualify for whatever
they are trying out for?"

Clay stood and looked at Joyce who was two rows behind him. "Joyce, funny
you should ask that. The kids talked about that last night. Let me share
what Victoria, our oldest daughter, told us. She said something along the
lines of, "If we see that someone else gets picked over us because their
routine or abilities are better than ours. Oh well. There are also clubs
and other things we can try to be part of at the school." There was general
agreement between all six of the siblings on that point."

"Thank you, Clay."

"You're welcome, Joyce."

"Anyone else," Joe asked. No hands were raised. "I am told that the
investigative teams have posted lists of teachers and the times they want
to see you. They are available on tables outside the auditorium doors with
the room number where they are conducting each interview. It appears they
plan on being here for two days. If you are not on the list for this
morning you are free to leave and return for your interview at your
assigned time. Thank you and best of luck." Joe switched off the microphone
as Margaret came running in again. She whispered to Joe who motioned for
Clay. "Clay the Sheriff is here with the Unit Chief of CFS. They would like
to interview you separately from the rest of the faculty. They are in my
conference room. You know the way, I'm sure."

"Thanks, Joe, yeah I've been in it several times on both sides of the
table," he laughed and strode up the center aisle shaking hands with a few
colleagues as he left.