Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2012 21:58:47 -0500 From: T McIntyre Subject: First Born Son - Chapter 3 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author nor FBS Media LLC condones such situations and/or acts. (c)2012 FBS Media LLC. All rights reserved. FIRST BORN SON - Chapter 3 By T McIntyre ----- "Billy. My shoes got scuffed on my way to the barn. Would you crawl over here on your hands and knees and lick them clean," Michael asked as stern as possible for a ten year old. "Of course, Michael, anything for you," stated Billy as he crawled over to his brother on all fours. Once Billy had reached Michael, he put his head down and started to lick Michael's right shoe. Billy could tell his youngest brother had purposely stepped into some mud, but it didn't matter. Michael's happiness is all that mattered. Even if he couldn't see Michael's face, Billy knew that Michael was beaming with pride. As his Uncle Toby had explained, his brothers would always be trying to see what limits Billy had to his servitude. Unknown to his brothers, the first born sons had only a few limits and very rarely were those even ventured upon and those limits were quiet family law. After getting the right shoe all nice clean and shiny again, Billy moved onto the left shoe. This one was covered in still fresh mud as well. After a few licks of his tongue, Billy was out of saliva. Billy looked up with pleading eyes at Michael. "Michael, may I please get some water out of the hose so as I can finish cleaning your shoes?" All Billy got was an impish grin and silence from Michael. "Please, Michael. I beg of you. My mouth is dry and all I want to do is make you happy. Please let me have some water so as I can make your shoes as good as new." Michael, still with his grin, unbuttoned his schools uniform's slacks, pulled out his cock and started to piss over his older brother. Billy quickly got his mouth open and over Michael's cock and drank the rest of the piss, making sure to swish it around in his mouth before swallowing. What surprised Billy was how silent Michael was. The same boy who had giggled and squirmed as Billy rimmed his ass this morning wasn't evening moaning. Concern about Michael's continued silence put aside, Billy finished the last of his brother's piss, reluctantly removed Michael's cock from his mouth and went back to licking Michael's left shoe. With his mouth replenished with moisture, Billy dug his tongue into the remaining mud as he felt Michael button his slacks. After getting the left shoe all shiny again and doing a quick once over of both shoes with his tongue, Billy went back to his knees, placed his hand behind his back and waited for further instructions. Without a word, Michael started moving toward one of the rooms and motioned for Billy to follow him. Billy got back on all fours and scampered after his little brother. Once inside of the room, Billy knew a little bit more of what his brother had planned for this afternoon as each room was set up with different equipment. This particular room was special to Billy because it is where he first pleased a male other than his daddy, his granddaddy. Even with the memories flooding his mind, Billy was still mindful that he needed to focus on Michael's pleasure today. He went to the center of the room, went to his knees and waited as Michael closed the door. Billy knew that even with all of the equipment and Michael's relative inexperience, that he was safe because once the door was closed, a camera turned on and his daddy could view all that was going on, even while at the office. Michael's continued silence was surprising Billy still, but again he tried to put it out of his mind. Billy was motioned to stand up straight as Michael pulled a ball weight from a cabinet. Billy was handed the weight and attached it around his balls so as they were painfully being pulled down. Michael then motioned for Billy to place himself into the stocks and closed the top portion so as Billy's head and hands were firmly secured and Billy was half bent over. Michael went to a cabinet and removed some leather ankle cuffs and secured them to Billy's ankles. After tugging on the ankle cuffs, Michael reached up and pulled down two wires with hooks attached and connected them to the ankle cuffs. Billy shivered in anticipation of what was coming next. He then felt Michael move off to the side of the room and push a button that started to reel in the two wires attached to his ankles. Ever so slowly his feet off of the floor and his body began to straighten out. After Billy's body was perpendicular with the floor, Michael stopped pushing the button and walked around to make sure that Billy was truly secure and pulled on the ball weight and elicited a gasp from Billy. Hanging there, Billy was a beautiful sight to see. His body glistening from his brother's dried piss. Billy still couldn't figure out why Michael was being so silent. In a way, it scared him, but ultimately, it thrilled him to see Michael try something so new. He then heard Michael walk over to another wall and take down one of the implements. He had no idea what Michael had chosen until he had felt the pain of many different tines coming into contact with his back. The pain was exquisite and Billy let out a gasping, "One". Swat after swat Billy kept counting as Michael attempted to increase the intensity while switching up the tempo. Billy knew that Michael was trying to get him to miscount, a game Carl was very good at. But Billy managed to make it the 50 swats without miscounting and felt Michael's hand tracing the welts on Billy's back. Sweat was dripping from Billy's entire body, yet, as Michael walked in front of Billy, Michael was still wearing his uniform jacket with that same impish grin from earlier. Michael continued around Billy and finally removed his jacket and placed it on one of the coat hooks in the room. Michael then went to the cabinet in front of Billy's face and pointed while shaking his head at the different implements in it. Each more sinister than the next. Michael took one down and put in front of Billy's eyes. "No, please no, Michael," Billy pleaded. "Not that one. Please. I beg of you. Not that one." Michael just grinned some more and moved to the side of Billy's hanging body and plugged in the implement. It was a truly sinister device, even if Billy's daddy had designed it. Shaped much like a flashlight, this device had 30 wispy wires flowing from the end and each one electrified. Billy hated it, but he knew there was nothing to do about it. "ARGH!," screamed Billy as the first swat hit his stretched balls. "ARGH!," he screamed again as the next swat brought all 30 wire tines onto his already welted back. Billy knew that his daddy was watching and tried to be strong, but it just wasn't possible. He never knew that Michael had it in him to use the electric flogger. Not sweet innocent Michael. "ARGH!," he screamed again. This time the tines had spread across his ass. Swat after swat landed at different points of his battered body. He tried to plead with Michael to no avail. And then Billy realized in horror that Michael had succeeded in making him lose count from the very first swat. In fact, Billy hadn't even counted and his daddy was watching his failure. As the swats continued, Billy broke down and just cried with humiliation. Billy never knew how many swats with the electric flogger he had received when Michael finally stopped the torture. All he knew was that he was thankful the swats were done, at least for now. Billy saw Michael put the electric flogger carefully away. Michael then moved to Billy's left to a cabinet out of Billy's limited view. Billy knew from memory that Michael was at the "wood" cabinet. After the pain of the electric flogger, Billy dreaded which wooden implement would be chosen. "Thwack!" "ARGH! One," Billy's feet were on fire as he now knew that Michael had chosen the 1/2 inch thick cane to further torture him with. The swats continued in quick succession with Billy barely having a breath to count each one out loud. Billy heard Michael place the cane back into the cabinet and felt the spray of cold water coming from the shower head in the ceiling. It actually felt good after what his body had just gone through. The water shut off and Michael moved in front of Billy's face. Michael unbuttoned his slacks and pulled out his cock. Billy didn't even wait to be instructed and quickly took Michael's hard cock into his mouth. He sucked so hard Michael almost lost his balance as his body was pulled to Billy's face. Billy couldn't stop deep throating Michael as it kept his mind off of the pain his body was in. Plus, he wanted to hear something from Michael, even just a gasp, but Michael was biting his lower lip to keep silent. Finally he felt the convulsion as Michael's cock exploded in his mouth, showering his tongue with his little brother's cum. Even after draining Michael's cock, Billy still had heard nothing from Michael. Michael finally removed his soft cock from Billy's mouth moved, buttoned back up his slacks and moved toward Billy's feet. Billy felt Michael grab his right ankle, lift it slightly and unhook the wire. It felt weird has he tried to balance on his right foot while his left leg was still attached to the wire. The ball weight was banging against his leg and pulling on his balls. Billy then felt Michael release his left ankle. It felt good to be on both feet again, even if he was still bent over and secured in the stocks. Billy heard Michael move to the side of the stocks and release them and then was motioned to stand up, which he gladly did. His body hurt like hell, but all he hoped was that Michael was pleased. Michael stood there, his hands behind his head, the ball weight still pulling down on his balls. Michael stood in front of Billy and motioned for him to remove the ball weight, which Billy did and handed it to Michael and stared forward as Michael placed it back into the cabinet. Michael came before Billy and motioned him to follow back out into the main area of the barn. Out in the main area, Billy was motioned to kneel next to his little brother. Michael went back into the room, grabbed his jack and backpack and made sure the room was tidied up. "Wow! Billy, that was amazing. I didn't think I could do it, especially once you started screaming." "I am just glad that you are pleased, Michael. You are pleased, aren't you?" "Of course, Billy," said Michael as he looked more like his shy self. "Great, squirt. Now let's head back to the house, since you have homework and I need to get ready for Carl and his friends". Michael just rolled his eyes at that and started walking back to the house, with Billy's arm around his shoulder. "So, what did you learn in school today," asked Billy. "Mr. Wald started us on the Civil War today. He is boring." Billy smiled and patted Michael's head. "I am sure Mr. Wald isn't boring. You just need to pay attention otherwise daddy will not be happy." Michael laughed and then sprinted the remaining short distance to the house and ran inside, leaving Billy to walk by himself. It was only a short distance the solitary walk was good for him, to loosen up his stiff and sore muscles. Billy opened the screen door and walked into the kitchen, looked at the clock and figured he had an hour before Carl and his friends were home. He made himself a quick sandwich and carried it to his room. Soon, since he was 10, Michael would start bringing home friends as well, trusted friends. That is, if daddy approved of the friends and deemed them trustworthy enough. Billy stepped into his room, closed his door, sat on the side of his bed and ate his sandwich. Tonight was a school night, so he knew that Robert and Sam would only be able to stay until 10. Carl would want to be served until 11 and then it was lights out for the family. Billy finished his sandwich, got up and walked into this bathroom. He got out a fresh towel, looked himself over in the mirror and checked the welts on his back and ass. Michael did a fine job today and Carl was sure to comment on it as well. He turned on the water, stepped in, closed the shower door and allowed himself to relax under the spray. His daddy has made sure that his room and bathroom were even better than Michael and Carl's, as a reward for his position in the family. Billy washed himself and his hair, turned off the water, stepped out and toweled himself off. He could here Carl with his friends stepping onto the front porch and going into the house. He knew Carl would be grabbing snacks out of the kitchen and that he and his friends would be in Carl's room shortly. Billy finished drying himself, did some touchups to make sure he didn't have any stubble and headed out of his room to Carl's. To be continued ... ----- I hope you enjoyed reading the third chapter of First Born Son. I appreciate any comments and/or suggestions you might have. Thanks for reading First Born Son - Chapter 3, T McIntyre FBS Media LLC firstbornsonaz@gmail.com PS Don't forget to donate to Nifty and keep it a vibrant community for everyone. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html