Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2019 13:20:44 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 14 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 14 Donald As I am writing this, I am reading what Darrel and David are saying. Fuck, they sure were devious, huh? How could one naïve 16-year-old withstand the all-out assault on his virginity by three much stronger and very determined (and horny) men? Bastards! While Darrel and David were out of the house on their mysterious errand, Dan and I prepared spaghetti sauce, made salad, buttered some French bread, and got everything ready to cook. Dad said we shouldn't start cooking the pasta until Darrel and Dave got home, so we waited. I was nervous as hell wondering what would happen when Darrel arrived. Finally, about 6:30 they came in. We immediately put the spaghetti on to cook and popped the bread into the oven. As we ate dinner a few minutes later, Dad was in a great mood, very talkative and smiling a lot. He complimented tonight's cooks and said he was considering going back to work soon. Darrel was rather quiet and totally ignored me, never even looked at me. He was still pissed at me, I could tell. On the other hand, Dave sat beside me and seemed gentle, even a little solicitous, getting me more tea, passing me the bread without me asking. When we were finished, Dad asked Dan and the twins to clean up and told me to come with him. As I expected, he took me to his room in the basement. He hugged me and kissed me. I began to relax because Denny was acting like everything was fine. Obviously, Darrel had not informed him of my breaking that stupid rule in the shower. Denny told me to douche and then call him when I was ready to shower. Our shower was romantic and loving with him gently rubbing my body, including my erection and my butt. From behind he held me around the chest with his face against the side of my head, kissing around my neck and ear while his hand worked its way into my ass crack. Tenderly he soaped my rosebud (I was slowly learning queer terminology), then pressed his finger into me. Involuntarily, I moaned from the strong sensations his finger created. He fingered me for a couple of minutes and sort of moaned into my ear, making me moan in echo. He told me to wash him, so I returned all his loving rubbing of my body. When I soaped his cock, he was fully erect and throbbing. He might be old, but he was as horny as any 17-year-old! When he faced the wall, he leaned way over and spread his legs wide which seemed to relax his butthole for my finger. After I had moved it around for a minute, he asked for a second finger. As I'd been trained, I gave him what he asked for which made him moan louder and wiggle his ass a little. I couldn't help wonder how tight his hairy hole would feel to my cock. That made my cock throb and produce its first drop of precum since my orgasm in the shower upstairs several hours ago. As my fingers probed Denny's ass, I suddenly realized I'd been fantasizing about fucking my father. Geez, what a sick fucking queer I was becoming. Shit, how disgusting! I gotta stop this. After our shower, we moved into the bedroom where Denny made out with me for a long time. I felt so close to him! He told me he loved me and I felt incredibly special. We both had big throbbers for a long time with precum getting on our bellies and the sheets. Finally, he suggested I show him how much I love him. I knew what that meant and dutifully moved down in the bed and took his beautiful cock into my mouth. When part of my brain called me a cocksucker, I shushed it and sucked harder. After a while, he came in a mild and relaxed manner, simply releasing a big groan along with a big wad of his tasty spunk. Even though it was not an intense orgasm, it was a mouth full and I lost a bit out of the corners of my mouth. As he'd shown me, I saved as much as I could to feed back to him. We were still sharing his jizz when there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Denny called out. The door opened to admit a naked Darrel, followed by a naked (and hard) David carrying a small black duffle bag. Shit, I thought. Now I have to put up with all three of them! And what was Darrel going to do to me? He'd said I was in big trouble, but nothing bad had happened yet, so I was very anxious about not knowing what was in store. And what was in the ominous bag David carried? "Hi, guys," Denny said with a big smile. "We have a problem," Darrel said seriously. Fuck! Fuck! Fu-uck! "We do?" Denny asked. "Donald has been disobedient." "No!" Denny said with disbelief. His arm tightened around my back as he clutched me to his chest. He looked at me and I looked painfully at him. "Is that true, baby?" I felt like a shit-ass. I didn't want to disappoint him and I certainly didn't want to spoil the closeness we'd been feeling. "Uh," I looked down, resting my cheek on the hairy pillow that was his left pectoral muscle. I hesitated as I tried to think what to say. "Tell him, Donald!" Darrel commanded in his best military voice. "O-kay," I said slowly. "Tell me what, Donny?" He pulled my chin up so he could see my face. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes for him to forgive me. "What did you do?" Denny's voice had grown a bit more stern. "I, uh, well, I sort of made myself cum." "And why was that disobedient, Donald?" Darrel barked. "Um," I squirmed but Denny held my shoulders tightly. "Why?" "Well, uh, you had told me not to touch my dick, not to beat off." "And the first thing you did when I gave you the opportunity to take a shower unsupervised was to beat off! Wasn't it?" Darrel was working himself up, nearly shouting now. This was horrible! I had to defuse Darrel's anger. Like a baby, I started to cry. Get a grip! I told myself, but I cried harder. Between sobs, I managed to croak out, "I didn't mean to!" Darrel laughed and it sounded cruel to me. "Oh, you accidentally beat off, did you?" He laughed again. "Do you realize how stupid that sounds?" It sounded stupid even to me. Why had I said that? "I'm ... sorry!" I was sorry, very sorry, so humiliated. "Disobedience cannot be tolerated, Donald! I can't believe you are forcing us to abandon the kind and loving instruction we have been giving you to shift into disciplinary mode." Shit! That sounded very bad. I cried a little harder in spite of my efforts to stop. Denny held me so tight I could barely breathe. "Donny!" He lifted my head so I would look at him. "I think you should stop crying now. You're a big boy about to start your senior year. Get a grip. We'll figure this out together." He relaxed the pressure on me and rubbed my back a little. He looked up at Darrel. "You're right, of course, Darrel. We cannot tolerate such disobedience. What do you suggest we do?" "I'm not suggesting punishment, Denny, just discipline." He paused and I wondered just what the difference was. "All I had asked of him was that he not bring himself off so that we could give him the wonderful experience of cumming without beating off, but I guess he wasn't mature enough to wait a while in order to experience something even better." "Hmm. So?" Denny asked. Thankfully I had stopped crying. "Since he wasn't able to control himself long enough for this great gift to come to him, I think we need to take control until he can be brought to the point of receiving that gift." That sounded logical and even kind until I thought about him suggesting they `take control' of me. That made me very nervous. "That makes sense, Darrel," Denny said. "Are you prepared to instigate the discipline now?" "I am," Darrel said very seriously. Now? Right now? Wait a minute. I wasn't ready. "Okay," Denny said. Looking at me, he smiled, "Chin up, Donny," then he pushed me off his chest and rolled out of bed. "He's all yours," he said to Darrel. Denny picked up a pair of boxers and left the room, pulling the door closed behind him. Already I missed the closeness I'd been feeling with him just moments earlier. Darrel sat on the bed beside me. "Here's what we're going to do, Donald." He waited. "Look at me, please." I faced him. "Since you aren't ready to control yourself, we're going to do that for you. You aren't going to get yourself off by playing with your dick. We're simply going to make sure that you cannot. If you will cooperate, this won't last too long and you will get a tremendous orgasm as a reward. Will you cooperate?" What choice did I have? "Yeah," I mumbled. "I guess so." For the first time, Darrel smiled. "Good. You won't regret that decision." He looked at David, who'd been hovering nearby throughout this whole conversation. "The first pair of cuffs, please." Cuffs? Shirt cuffs? Stripper cuffs? What? David unzipped the duffle bag and rummaged around inside for a few seconds. He withdrew a strange-looking leather piece with fur on one side. Darrel fastened it to my wrist and then put one on the other wrist. So far, no big deal. They actually looked pretty cool and I felt my flaccid cock begin to perk up. When both "cuffs" were in place, Dave handed two lengths of leather to Darrel and then set the bag on the end of the bed. Darrel gave one leather strap back to David and said, "You tie it." Dave looped it through a set of rings on the cuff on my right wrist and Darrel held the wrist over my head. When I moved around on the bed, he ordered, "Be still!" I lay perfectly still and soon realized my wrist had been tied to a rung in the brass bed's headboard. Before I could really protest, my other wrist was tied to the other end of the headboard, pulling both my arms over my shoulders and making it impossible for me to move much or touch anything. Panic set in when I realized I couldn't move. Shit, I felt completely vulnerable. What were they planning to do to me next? Within a couple of minutes, they had also tied my ankles to the ends of the foot of the bed. Fuck! Now my body made a big `X' in the middle of the bed. My stupid dick stood up like a post from the center of the `X'. How could it be so hard in this situation? It tingled. Fuck! It had just oozed out some precum. Darrel laughed and grasped my cock near the base. "I'd say he takes discipline well. Wouldn't you, Dave?" Dave smiled sympathetically at me. "It seems so," he said gently. Darrel pulled a black sleep mask out of the bag and worked it down over the top of my head until it settled across my eyes and took away my vision. Shit! Now I wouldn't even be able to see what was coming. I could hardly breathe. After that, Darrel grasped my throbbing erection. I moaned. He slipped something I couldn't identify down over my hardon, adding to my sense of impending doom. I could feel there was a little bit of cold metal against my hard shaft. Then he messed with some little leather strap thingies that seemed to put my balls in a bind. Then he took another little strap and circled my ballsac with it. When he fastened that strap, my balls felt pressed and dangerously exposed. It didn't exactly hurt, but it made me even more nervous. What the fuck was he going to do to me? Darrel got off the bed and I heard some shuffling about the room. I thought I heard the door creak a little and then the muffled thud of it closing. It was quiet in the room. Was someone there? Were they watching me? Had they abandoned me? What a shitty situation! Darrel's real self was coming out now, huh? The dangerous fucking asshole pedophile! My eyes started stinging and I realized I was crying again. Fuck, get a grip! My balls ached just a bit. My arms were aching at the shoulder sockets. My cock was straining against whatever thing the asshole had put on it. My cock. Stupid cock. I could tell it was very, very hard. I felt another ooze of precum, like a tiny hint of an orgasm. I moaned. I cried and moaned. I'm as stupid as my idiot cock! There was a faint movement beside the bed. Was someone there? "Hello?" I said quietly. "Anyone there?" Someone sat on the bed next to me. Fuck! What was happening? Tears continued down my cheeks. "Shh!" Who was that? I wasn't sure from that one sound. "Who...?" A hand rested lightly on my pec. I jumped. Well, I would have if I hadn't been spread so widely. "It's me. Dave." His hand moved to my abs and rubbed soothingly. "Untie me! Take this mask off." He kept rubbing. "I can't, buddy." "What? Sure, you can." "No. Darrel promised me worse than whatever you get if I interrupt the discipline." "This is bullshit, man!" "Please stop crying and listen to me. It's not going to be bad if you just relax and let whatever they want to happen ... happen. Trust me, you're going to experience better sex than you ever dreamed of." That pissed me off. "I don't want sex with them! I'm not a fucking queer and I don't intend on becoming one. Get me out of this!" "I'm sorry, Donny, I can't. But having sex with them doesn't make you queer." This was such bullshit. "So getting butt-fucked by half of South Carolina didn't make you queer?" His hand stopped moving on my belly. "How did you hear about that?" I grinned. "I actually hadn't until you admitted it just now." "Huh?" "Hell, you were walking funny when you got home. And you looked like you'd been fucked for days. I don't know exactly what that means, but I just knew." "Well, I'll tell you it was the best time I have ever had." "God, you are 100% queer now, aren't you?" "No," he said thoughtfully. "I still find girls attractive. I just know that being with a man is an amazing sexual experience and I do plan to do it often in the future." "Fuck, Dave! Listen to yourself. You sound like a fucking New York whore!" "Just relax, man! Let your body have the time of your life." He laughed. "Your cock obviously wants it." He thumped my engorged penis with his finger. "Ouch!" He leaned over me. His lips found mine and I opened my mouth and receive the first real kiss I'd ever gotten from my big brother. His tongue entered my mouth and raced around in a very exciting way until I was panting and my cock was drooling some more. While we were making out, the door opened and someone came in. Dave pulled away from my mouth. "I see you two are getting better acquainted." It was Darrel's voice from somewhere toward the door. "That's good. I expect you will get a lot better acquainted soon." What did that mean? David chuckled and apparently stood as the weight on the bed changed. "How are you doing, Donny?" Darrel asked with a hint of compassion. "Not so great," I whined. "Well, we're going to give you a short break now. How would that be?" I wasn't sure what he meant, but any break from this was good, right? "Good, I guess." "We're going to untie you so we can take you to the bathroom and get you something to drink. Okay?" "Okay." They started untying my restraints and in just a few moments I was able to lower my arms and pull my legs into a more natural position. I reached up to take the mask off, but was stopped by Darrel's command not to touch it. What an asshole! Working together, they swiveled me on the bed and then pulled me into a standing position. I didn't realize my arms and legs were all a bit numb from the position I had been in so long. I almost collapsed onto the floor, but they held me up. "Just lift him up," Darrel said, to David, I presume. They each got me under one arm and lifted me off the floor, no big deal, I guess, as Dave had about 40 pounds on me and Darrel maybe 60. We moved forward a few feet, my legs dangling underneath me. They let me down to my feet, which were a little steadier then. "Um, Darrel," David said cautiously. "He's too hard to be able to pee." "Yes, I guess you're right." He paused for a minute. "Get him into the shower." I was being treated like a sack of potatoes and that irritated me even more. They picked me up and we twisted and turned as they maneuvered me into the shower, I guessed. "Now, Donny, we're going to lower you onto your knees on the tile floor." "Okay." The floor tile felt cold to my feet and hard to my knees. "Spread your knees a little." I did. "A foot wider." I did. My legs were probably at a 45-degree angle to each other. "Yeah," David said appreciatively. "I think that'll work." "Donny," the big bastard ordered, "lean over like you're going to touch your toes." I did. Somebody (Darrel, probably) leaned a hand on my back and reached across one leg. That thing on my dick wiggled and pointed down at more of an angle. "Okay, Donald. Pee." Gees, he's even controlling my bladder functions, now! But I figured I might not have another chance for a while and the iced tea from dinner had filled my bladder quite a while ago. I relaxed that special muscle and let `er rip. I heard the splatter on the tile for a moment and then it was going down the drain. He had maneuvered me to pee right into the shower drain. Other than the first two seconds, I didn't even get any splatter. The urine odor was strong, but my bladder emptied in about a minute, I guess. We struggled back up and someone wiped my legs with a towel. I was carried back into the bedroom and put on my feet with my calves against the side of the bed. I was handed a large glass of water with a little ice. I drank about half of it and held it out. It was taken. "Okay, Donny, we're going to have some fun," Darrel said with enthusiasm. I wondered if he was including me in "we" who were going to have fun. "I want you to lay back on the bed." I didn't think I was going to have fun. I lay back, which put my torso on the bed, but my legs dropped down at the knees, my feet still on the floor. "You're following instructions very well, baby. I'm so pleased," he said. That was nice to hear. "Now, slide up so your ankles are on the bed." I was a little awkward, but I did it. The interesting thing about this position was that my head was hanging off the edge. Suspecting I now understood Darrel's idea of fun, I sighed. "Just so you don't forget and break that rule again, we're going to restrain your hands again. Please put your arms out along the edge of the bed." "I promise I won't touch my dick," I whined "Please cooperate!" he barked at me. "It'll be easier for all of us if you do. Arms out, please." Reluctantly I complied. Each hand was taken as the straps were inserted into the rings on the wrist cuff and then tied to the bed's headboard and footboard. Then, holy shit, my legs were picked up and held over me. At first, I didn't understand what was happening, but soon I realized my ankle cuffs were being tied to the headboard and footboard, too. I was scared shitless by that. (Okay, if you're an astute reader, you remember that I douched a couple of hours ago, so I'm already shitless. It's just an expression. Give me a break!) I could only imagine how my asshole looked all open like that. "Hey!" I protested. "Shut up." My cock throbbed in its cage (?) lying against my belly. The door opened, but didn't close. Darrel (I thought it was him) got on the bed right behind my ass. My heart raced. Was he about to stick his giant cock up my hole? Was that my punishment? I wouldn't queer up on my own so he would just tie me up and take what he wanted? Fucking bastard! I heard movement and the door closed. "Isn't that beautiful?" It was Denny and his voice was coming from over Darrel's shoulder. He was undoubtedly looking at my defenseless hole! Pigs! "Do you want to do the honors?" Darrel asked. What honors? I swear Denny smacked his lips. "Oooh, absolutely!" The bed bounced as Darrel moved and got off, then Denny got on and moved into the same spot Darrel had vacated. Somehow, I was a bit more trusting of Denny, but I was still not relaxed or happy. There was a rustle of movement around the bed. Who was here, anyway? I felt a little heat on my face. I breathed and smelled crotch. It was a clean crotch, but still a crotch. Just then, my pucker was touched gently by soft lips and an instant later by a soothing warm tongue. "Ooh!" I moaned loudly, my mouth flying open in response to the sudden sensations. Before I could close my mouth, a dick slithered in, pausing for a second and then moving all the way down my gullet until a mound of wiry hair hit my nose and lips. It was Darrel. I recognized the size and the taste. Hell, I was a goner. I've been so queered I recognize guys by the taste of their cocks. Fuck me! No, please don't! My two trainers wasted no time in getting busy licking my asshole into next week and fucking my throat into next month. Precum was collecting on my belly even though my cock was confined in some kind of contraption. Darrel allowed me to breathe often enough, but otherwise, he pounded my throat like that was my punishment. Damn! Between these two I was fucking horny! Hor-ny! As Darrel pounded away, Denny eventually got up and someone replaced him on the bed. That made me a little nervous, not being sure who was there. He started working his tongue into my ass, too. He didn't seem quite as confident in his actions as Denny, so I assumed it was David. Such a queer is my big brother! A couple of minutes passed before Darrel pulled his big dick out of my throat and was replaced by Denny. I also recognized his smell and taste. Oh, yeah, and his size. He was just a little smaller than Darrel, but he was a lot gentler as if he was trying to make up for Darrel's roughness. I had no idea how fast time was passing, but after a while Darrel replaced David eating my ass and David's cock was introduced to my throat. His cock was midway between Denny's and Darrel's in length, but a smidgeon smaller in diameter. God, only a complete queer would be able to analyze that! It's weird to be sucking his dick. I mean, we've grown up together and there has always been some nudity, so it's not like I've not seen his dick, but that was always soft until recently. Now I am learning how his dick feels and tastes and how his sexual moans sound. I don't feel like I should know those things. My mouth had turned into a whoring slut! But my ass was still virgin – sort of. By the time David yielded my throat back to Darrel, my poor cock was leaking like crazy. It was bouncing around on my belly, which would have been way cool except that the metal cage thingie hurt my belly as well as my cock when it crashed into my abdomen. When Denny went back to my ass, he only licked for a minute before he shifted from a rim job to a finger fuck. Then, he added a second finger and together they worked the sides of my eager prostate. Oh, fuck! This was awesome! It was driving me insane with the need to bust my nut. My cock flowed without ceasing. Darrel's moans grew louder as his pace quickened. Now he was jabbing into my throat and pulling out as fast as possible. Oh, baby, he's a scorching hot dude! My cock twitched and tingled. Denny probed, Darrel pounded, and I quivered. Finally, Darrel shoved deep and stopped thrusting. His cock swelled in my throat, cutting off my air. He screamed "Aiiiiieee!" and unleashed his yummy splooge down my throat. Quickly he pulled back and filled my mouth with his essence. Damn, in spite of myself, I loved it! My prostate throbbed and my cock coughed up more precum. My balls ached in that strap but Darrel continued giving me his juice. Fuck, yeah! He tasted so good! In an instant Denny withdrew his fingers and two others that could only belong to David entered my needy hole. Darrel took his spent cock out and Denny touched my face. I opened and he entered. He fucked my mouth and throat for quite a while until he washed my tonsils with his juices. Yum! I knew if I didn't cum soon, my cock and balls would surely explode. David's fingers withdrew and were replaced with Darrel's. He massaged my prostate at a more rapid pace while David took my mouth from Denny. David was gentle for a minute or two, but soon he was bludgeoning the back of my throat, forcing his cock deep into my esophagus. I barely knew what was happening, but eventually recognized that a warm mouth had enveloped my aching balls while a talented tongue circled them. A third finger joined his mates to move repeatedly against my agitated prostate. My cock was burning and bouncing like never before. Between the pounding my throat was getting and the pace of my heartrate, I could barely draw a breath. I didn't know how this would end, but I vaguely understood that it couldn't continue without me having a stroke or something. Then the end started with everything happening in very rapid succession. First, David screamed so loudly it hurt my ears. Second, he shoved his cock deep and it swelled, shooting a powerful blast down my throat. Third, the pressure holding my balls back disappeared. Fourth, something snapped at the base of my cock while David's cock slid out of my throat and back into my mouth. Fifth, my prostate was tapped by three fingers as a new-tasting cum covered the roof of my mouth. Sixth, my balls threw themselves into my groin at the speed of light as more cum spewed forth into my mouth. Seventh, liquid like volcanic lava exploded through my shaft, blasting into the space above my torso as still more cum filled my mouth. The sensations as my cock-juice flew out were strong enough to register in my brain as extreme pleasure with a small component of sharp pain. David and I shot several more blasts of cum together before he was finished. I had two or three more healthy squirts after him as my overstimulated body completed the marathon. Fuck! This orgasm made all the ones before it seem like nothing. The sensations in my cock were unimaginable. When it was over, my balls actually hurt and I had an ache throughout my abdomen. I lay whimpering, David's cock resting quietly on the roof of my mouth as he gulped air. I was trying to take in air and keep the cum from spilling out of my mouth at the same time. My cum dripped off David's torso onto my face and the floor. Cum cooled along my chest and abdomen. Darrel sat quietly, his fingers resting in my hole. I don't know where Denny was. That night was one of the weirdest, most unpleasant, most uncomfortable, and scariest nights of my life. It was one of the most intense, incredible, and amazing nights, too. Just before I fell into an exhausted sleep, I decided I was one crazy, fucked-up kid.