Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2019 18:15:14 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 13 Training the Coopers Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended. The author maintains full copyright of this material and licenses the use of it by Nifty.org as specified in information on the website. Please do not use it in any other published manner without the permission of the author. As this is erotic fiction featuring male to male sexuality, please leave this site if such stories are offensive to you. Please note that this story features sex between relatives of various connections. If this offends you, please leave this site. Some of the characters in this story are under age. If this offends you or is illegal in your jurisdiction, please leave this site. I have followed Nifty policy regarding these matters. If you are under age in your jurisdiction, please leave this site at once. 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None of the story has been posted until it is complete. Posting on Nifty takes a while, but the entire story will be posted in due time. This story is the backstory of characters who will be included in a book to be published in the Fall, 2019, tentatively titled "The Deputy Boys Book 2: The Induction." The story of the Cooper Family is entirely separate from this book, although several Coopers are characters in that book. At the beginning of each chapter and occasionally within the chapter, you will see a name written on a line by itself with no explanation. This is the name of the author of that section. The point of view shifts between various members of the family to tell the most detailed story. Hopefully, this will not prove confusing to you. Without further ado, enjoy "Training the Coopers"! Best Wishes, Kenneth Kirk Chapter 13 Darrel Darrel here. Since Donald had screwed up big-time, as I had hoped he would, I took control so the next phase of the story is mine to tell. The rest of the day I ignored Donald and didn't mention the situation. You could tell he was a nervous wreck. Even Dwayne noticed how weird he was acting and asked me if Don was okay. I just said that he would be and that Dwayne needn't worry about him. As soon as David got home from work, I told him to wash up and change clothes as quickly as he could because we needed to go shopping. Ten minutes later, he and I were driving into Greenville. "So, where are we going?" he asked. "That adult bookstore." "Oh." I could tell that got his curiosity up. I think it even made him start to plump up. He drove there like he went there every day. Several cars were in the lot, the after-work crowd, I guessed. The same older man was at the desk. I almost laughed when he saw us. You could see so clearly that he was very intrigued and somewhat excited to have his two hunky customers return. He glanced at David, but turned to me before he spoke. "So, how did your de-virginization kit work out?" I looked sideways at David, who shifted from one foot to the other as his cheeks started to color. I loved it! Looking back at the clerk, I tried not to smirk as I replied. "It was a good set of purchases. Thanks." He smiled. "I'm glad it served your, ahem, needs." "Um-hmm," I nodded. "But I have some other needs now." His eyebrows raised questioningly. David shifted again. "Yes. You warned me when I was here before." "I did?" "Yes." I almost laughed at David's obvious discomfort. "You suggested I might have to deal with some disciplinary issues." The old man licked the corner of his mouth quickly while David wiggled beside me. "What do you suggest?" A fat man in jeans and a gargantuan dirty Budweiser tee-shirt came in the front door, walking up beside David, who obviously recoiled slightly. "Change?" he said in a grizzled tone. The clerk held out his hand and the man put a $5-bill into it. The clerk opened his cash drawer and counted out 20 quarters into the man's palm. "Have a good time," he said as the man walked to the back of the room and went through the door marked "Video Arcade." The clerk looked at David for several seconds as my nephew's color deepened a couple of shades. Turning back to speak to me, he asked quietly, "May I inquire as to the nature of the, uh, infraction?" I looked at David, who obviously was trying to figure out how he had committed an infraction. That made him wiggle some more. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Um. I would describe it as an unauthorized self-induced premature ejaculation." The clerk took a deep breath as his eyes widened. He inspected David frankly, then looked back at me. With a dead-pan expression, he said, "Very serious, uh, infraction." Looking at David again, he repeated, "Very serious." David shifted as if he'd been scolded. Glancing down, I could easily discern that he had an erection in his cut-off jeans. "Let me think a minute," our clerk said. He glanced behind him at the display rack of dildoes, looked through the glass-top counter for a moment and then seemed to reach a decision. "There are several, uh, instruments of discipline that might be appropriately, uh, applied here, depending on how serious you consider the, uh, infraction." He opened the cabinet and brought out a couple of trays, setting them on the counter in front of us. Indicating the tray he had shown us on our other visit, he said, "A cock ring can reduce the likelihood of ejaculation. In order to prevent future infractions of this nature, the, uh, trainee might be required to wear a cock ring. If you want a hint of discipline, a ball-stretcher might do." He picked up a leather strap about an inch wide. It had close-set snaps for a tight fit on the scrotum. He demonstrated closing it. "The balls can't slip through here to fire." Languidly, he looked at David, who was a vivid pink and starting to perspire. "That looks good," I said carefully to avoid laughing. The clerk set it aside and replaced the tray. He picked up the tray of cock rings and moved to put it away. "Wait," I said. "I'll take that one." I pointed at one like the one I'd purchased on our first visit a few weeks ago. The clerk smiled. He removed the cock ring and replaced the tray in the case. Then he withdrew another tray that held several bizarre apparatuses that had a leather band at one end with four metal rods extending out about four inches with a couple of shiny metal rings in the mid-zone. At the other end a circular rod held the ends of the longer, straight rods. The whole contraption was about two inches in diameter. Holding one of the items up for my inspection, he smiled and looked at me. "We call this a stallion guard cage and it is good to prevent, uhm, unauthorized ejaculations." I could tell he was having a great time helping me with my "needs." "Now this baby," he said gleefully as he held up a similar cage with three leather straps separating the two rings at the base of the unit, "is a very, very nice piece." He opened the leather strap resembling a simple cock ring at the base of the cage. Instead of snaps to hold the ends together, this unit had a metal ring at its end and several other rings affixed to the outside of the strap. He demonstrated how the cock ring I had selected could be attached so it could be worn at the same time. "Trouble is, that ensures an erection so, unless your boy..." He looked at David. "...is smaller than I expect, it really isn't practical. However, the rings can be utilized with a small padlock, such as this one." He held up one that had been lying in the same tray. "That ensures the, uhm, errant lad does not remove the guard without permission." I rewarded the clerk with a deliberately lascivious grin. "Ooh," I said very quietly. "I like that." The old man smiled knowingly. "I thought you would." "I'll take it." David shook. The clerk grinned at him. "Padlock, too?" "Of course. That's the point!" His tongue flicked to the corner of his mouth and he drew in an audible breath. "Yes, I guess it is." He put my items on the counter and replaced the tray in the cabinet. "Would you like to consider restraints, so, you know, you can control his arms and legs?" David had a hysterical panicked look. I fought down a laugh. I waited a couple of seconds until I could speak in a serious tone. "I think that's an excellent suggestion." He stepped down the length of the counter to the far end. In a stand on top of the counter, a rack held dangling leather bands. He came back with several variations. All were leather straps about three inches wide with snaps or buckles to pull them snug. "Would you like a demonstration?" He had a wicked gleam in his eyes. "That would be awesome!" I grasped David's wrist and extended it to the clerk. David gasped, but did not pull away. I was proud of his submissiveness and his endurance! Reverently, the old man accepted David's wrist in his palm. A few drops of sweat broke out on his forehead. He fit the band with the buckle around David's wrist and showed me how to fasten the buckle, not that it was weird or unusual. He pointed out a set of two metal rings attached securely to the back of the wrist band. "The strap loops into these brass rings and can be affixed to a pipe or bar or, uhm, headboard perhaps." He glanced up quickly to observe my interest before he placed a long leather strap through the rings. I guessed the strap was an inch wide and four feet long. I could see how easy it would be to strap someone up so he couldn't move a lot. "They are $29.95 a pair, straps included. A very nice investment. Of course, two pair are needed if you want to restrain the wrists and ankles both." "Naturally!" I said. David had the strangest look on his face. It was between abject fear and complete lust. His cock visibly throbbed in his cut-offs. As the clerk removed the cuff from David's wrist, he said, "This is the basic model. For a small additional cost, you can get the fleece-lined set, which can be worn for days without chafing or leaving any tell-tale marks." He lifted the cuff, inverted it so the fleece was on the outside and rubbed it lightly on my hand. Then he looked questioningly at David, who held out his wrist again. Gently the man encircled David's wrist with the fleece, looking at his face all the while. A low, quiet moan escaped from David's mouth. For a few seconds none of us moved or spoke. Finally, the man looked pleadingly at me. "$39.95 a pair is a small price to pay for such ecstasy." "I'll take two pairs," I said. David moaned again. The clerk smiled, licked his lips, and set the restraints with our other items. He replaced the other cuffs and turned back to me. "If I may, one other suggestion?" "Absolutely!" I said enthusiastically. "On the rack behind you." David and I turned to look. He flinched again. On the wall behind us was a rack like one that might hold belts at K-Mart. However, instead of belts, this rack held many different types of small whips. "To reinforce the rules, as it were," the clerk said. "Yes, I see." I grinned as David sweated. I turned back to the clerk. "An excellent suggestion!" "Any one would do, but the most economical option is the black suede flogger on the far left." I slipped it off the rack and held it up between David and me, letting it fall to its full 18 inches. I looked around the whip into his terrified eyes. Oh, my God! I hadn't had so much fun since the first time I jacked off! Without looking away from David, I extended my arm to the side and laid the flogger on the counter. "This will do nicely," I said. David dropped his eyes from mine and we both faced the counter. The clerk was obviously very happy with our visit. "I think that will take care of my needs," I said in my most commanding voice. "I'm sure it will, sir." He turned to a small adding machine and totaled up my purchases. When he held the stallion guard cage, he glanced over his glasses at David, who reacted by shifting his weight and blushing anew. His erection was pushing against the front of his shorts. "Your total is $136.10, sir." I handed him three $50-bills. He stowed the money in his cash drawer and counted out my change. Then he bagged the purchases. Holding the bag toward me, the clerk smiled widely. "Get the bag," I ordered quietly. David reached out and took it. The old man breathed deeply. "It's a pleasure serving you, sir!" "Thank you. You've been quite helpful." "If you need any other help..." "I know where I can get it!" I turned toward the door. "Excuse me, sir," the clerk said. I looked at him. "Yes?" "May I just say that any boy is damn lucky to be mentored by you!" "Why, thank you!" I smiled at him for a couple of seconds. Nodding, I turned back toward the door. David stood meekly before me. "Out!" I commanded. He was silent as we walked to the car. When we were both seated and David had started the car, I began laughing. David pulled onto Washington Avenue as my laughter built from a chuckle to a guffaw. He glared at me when he was stopped at a traffic light. "I'm sorry, babe!" I said between my giggles. When I gained control of myself again, I said, "I know that was excruciating for you and I truly am sorry to put you in such a position." "It was horrible!" he whined. "That explains your big boner!" "Stop!" He giggled in spite of himself. "The clerk will never forget us; that's for sure. Couldn't you see how excited the old perv got? He was imagining me whipping you and putting that cage on your big dick." "But, why...?" "This stuff is not for you, at least not now." He exhaled noisily. "Thank God." "The truth is your brother has to be broken a little bit." "Fuck. What'd he do?" For the next 10 minutes I explained Donald's general resistance to the training and the fact that he was actually responding well physically/sexually, but not emotionally. "We need to gain more control over him to lead him into the pleasures his prostate holds for him when he bottoms," I explained. "And for you, too," he added without sarcasm. I grinned. "Uh-huh. And Denny. And you, too, older brother." He grinned. "You mean...?" "You'll be part of his training soon. Now do not touch him unless Denny or I tell you to. If you do, you'll learn first-hand about discipline!" "Ooh, baby!" "Don't act like you want to be disciplined or we'll have to add extra sections to your training requirements." We both laughed. "After Donald's training is completed, you will then have the right to have any sex you want from him any time, just like Denny's and my rights to have sex with you." "Wow!" He grinned. "You've been asking when you can experience topping. The answer is soon." "Hot diggity!" "You'll be involved tonight, but you only do as Denny or I tell you. Am I clear?" "Yes." "Discipline will be swift and, uh, intense if you mess up his training." "I'll be very good." "You can be the `good brother' with him. You know, tell him you're sorry he's going through this, but it will be in his best interests and how great it will be when his training is done and not to be afraid, stuff like that. You can give him something to drink or eat when he's restrained. You can hold him and kiss him. I think he likes to be kissed, even if he complains about it being `queer.'" I laughed at that. "He's spent a lot of energy raving about me turning you queer. He was disgusted when you kissed Tanner in front of us. I know he's dealing with society's bullshit prohibition of men loving men. But his body responds well to male sexuality. So, if he seems angry with you or tries to reject you for becoming queer, please, just ignore that. No matter what he says, he doesn't hate you. He loves you very much and really looks up to his big brother. That's why he's reacting so strongly to this training. He's got a ton of conflicting emotions going on." "I've had a bit of a struggle with that, too, you know." I patted his knee and left my hand there. "I know, babe. It goes with this whole training. Society is very threatened by the idea of men liking each other sexually or, heaven forbid, falling in love with each other. I get that, actually. If a lot of men discovered the joys of sex with other men, there might be fewer marriages and even fewer babies born. That's why society rejects gay people and man-on-man sex so harshly. In reality, what you and I choose to do in the privacy of our home to each other's body has no effect on other people, does it?" He thought a minute. "Not that I can see." "At this point, how do you feel about what we're doing with your training?" David's response was not quite what I expected. He smiled broadly. "Oh, my God!" he gushed. "I am so glad! I'm so happy, Darrel. I love you and Dad, uh, Denny, in a whole deeper way than I ever imagined was possible. You've helped me discover so many good things about my body. Damn, it's incredible!" I leaned across and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "You don't know how good it makes me feel to hear that. I want to bring you a source of happiness that will bless your life through your whole life." "This morning when I was cleaning out the stables, I was thinking about how much my life has changed in the past, what, month? And it's all because of you and Denny. I was imagining how boring my life would have been if I had lived it without discovering the mysteries, the ecstasies, of sex with men. Now, I can't wait to connect this way with Don and Dan and, someday, the twins. And going away to college is very exciting when I think of joining the club." He giggled gleefully. "Oh, shit! Every weekend like the party we had? Fu-uck!" His enthusiasm was beautiful. "If you feel it's the right opportunity, you might share some of that with Donald. It might help him be a little more open." "Sure, man. Anything to help." As we turned into our drive, I held his knee. "David, we need to change Donald's emotional response to all this, let his emotions catch up to his natural desires. To do that, I think we have to break him a little, like a wild horse has to be broken before it can be ridden. The process is similar in some ways. It's what the military does in basic training. They break the old you and then remake you into a good soldier or sailor. With Donny, we have to break his idea of right and wrong and remake it so he knows the important thing is not dicks going into pussies, but it's people of either gender using their God-given sexuality to love and pleasure each other and themselves in the process. I think we have to dominate him, subdue him, and force him to experience the beauty of man-on-man sex. When he gets all that, he will not be able to resist. He'll be hooked, addicted. And, my hope is he will be as happy as you are right now." He stopped the car. "I hope so, too, Darrel. Just tell me what I can do to help." "Basically, be the good brother, but don't get in the way of the discipline. I swear to you that neither I nor Denny will hurt him. But we will make him uncomfortable. We will scare him a bit. All the stuff we just bought is to scare and subdue him, not to hurt him. Okay?" "Okay." "So, just follow our lead. Right now, don't be sexual with him unless Denny or I say something is okay. But it will happen soon." He grinned broadly. "He's got a cute ass, huh?" I laughed. "Uh-huh. He's not bulked up yet. So, he's got a tight little bubble butt and a rosebud just asking to be plowed. He just doesn't know that yet." "So, let's go show him!" Dave exclaimed. Dwight Dan was playing catch with Dwayne and me in the front yard when Dave got home from work that afternoon. He said he just needed to pee and then he would join us, but he didn't come out for a few minutes. When he did come onto the porch Darrel was with leading him to the car. Darrel said they'd be home in an hour and off they went. We tossed the ball a few more times and then Dwayne said he was tired. We went onto the porch and Dan told us to sit on the swing for a few minutes. He went into the house and came back a few minutes later with three glasses of ice water. He handed each of us a glass and wiggled into the middle between us. We all took a long drink of the cold water. "That tastes good!" my twin said. "You are the best big brother," I added. `Thanks, guys," he nodded. We sat silently, slowly swinging as we listened to the squeaks of the chains and the wood. "Can I ask you guys a serious question?" Dan asked. "Sure," Dwayne responded. "Are you guys doing okay ... about ... Mom?" Dwayne and I didn't answer right away. I thought about my feelings for a moment and then said, "Well, Dan, that's a very hard question." "I know," he agreed, "but it is an important one." He put an arm across each of our shoulders. Quietly, Dwayne said, "When she first, uh, left us, we were very, very sad, but we didn't know exactly how much we would miss her." "Yeah," I said. "Even when she was so terribly sick and weak, we still got to see her at least every couple of days." I sniffled. "It's been really hard not to ever see her." Dan tenderly pulled me into the side of his body. "Sometimes," Dwayne said, "I'm not sure I remember what she looked like, especially before she got so skinny." "I know, guys. I have the same feelings." Dan kissed each of us on the top of our heads. "Danny?" I said. "Yes?" "Sometimes I think I miss Dad as much as I miss Mom." "Oh, Dwight," he sort of sighed. "He's been in his room or locked up with Dave or Don, huh?" "Seems like it." "But don't you think he's doing better now?" "Yeah," I agreed. "I think we'll be seeing him a lot more in the next few weeks than we have in a couple of years." Dan smiled and hugged us tightly to him. "Would you like that?" "Sure," Dwayne answered. "But," I interjected, "then you'll be getting trained, too, so will he have any time for Dwayne and me?" Dan was silent as if he had not thought about that. "Hmm," he said finally, "we'll just have to make sure he understands that even if we aren't in training yet, we still need our dad." "Cool!" Dwayne said. Just then the screen door opened and Dad stepped onto the porch. "Hey, guys," he said cheerfully. Just to hear that tone of voice from Dad was cause for celebration. "Dan," he said, "would you come in and help Don with dinner?" "Sure, Dad." Dan pulled his arms off our shoulders and stood. "But you'll need to hug these two great guys for me." Dad grinned, "That can be arranged." Dad held the door for Dan, but our brother stopped in front of him. "You know, Dad, even if we aren't in training yet, we still need some time with you." Dad just stared at Dan for a couple of seconds. "Okay," he mumbled eventually. Dan went inside and Dad joined us, hugging us in the same way Dan had. "Are you guys okay?" "Mostly," Dwayne said. "You miss your mom?" "Yes," we said simultaneously. "But we miss you, too," I added quickly. He was very quiet for a long time. Finally, he said, "You're my babies. Your mother hated leaving you the most." I began to cry into Dad's chest. "She made me promise to love you both extra, for me and for her, too." I cried a little more. "I'm afraid I haven't done very well at keeping my promise. I've been lost in my own grief and that wasn't right." His body shook a little. When I looked up I could see a couple of tears running down his cheeks. "It's okay, Dad," Dwayne said. "I'm better now and I will try to be a lot better at keeping my promise, boys. Okay." "Of course," I croaked. "You want to throw a few more balls?" he asked. I didn't really want to, but if it meant some more time with Dad, I was game." "You bet, Dad!" Dwayne cried out. In a moment we formed a loose circle in the yard and had that ball flying between us.