One Small Suitcase

About nine thousand words of what to do to and with each other when you're snowed in. Robin learns a painful lesson, Christopher finds a new diversion and all  the guys discover that sex, in pairs or groups, has much to be said for it. I'm enjoying writing this so my hope is you'll enjoy reading it and, possibly, get something more from it than subject and verb correctness......See you in Part Five. 

Chains and Picture Perfect

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, planted my feet on the floor then realized how quickly old habits come back. Without even looking I put my hand on the bedside table, grabbed the smokes, extracted one, stuck in the corner of my mouth, fumbled around, found the Zippo, flipped it open, rolled the rough wheel, felt the heat, applied it to the end of my cigarette, put it all back on the table top while I was inhaling. Yep, tasted good to be on my road to lung cancer or oral cancer or just cancer. Sat there, smiling, trying to remember what other old habits I’d abandoned for...well, I couldn’t remember but there must have  been a reason. Robin, my son, was one continuing bad habit for which I was beyond grateful.

A man sitting by the side of the bed in the morning after he’s fucked whoever is beside him is an iconic vision of life in America. Behind me, what I’d fucked, my son, Robin, was sound asleep, partially out of the covers, his ass up, the side of his neck where I could see the brand I’d put there with my teeth the previous evening after the sex show for Carl and Shay. Didn’t need to run my fingers over my neck, yeah, it’d be there and for a very long time, even a trace of a mark, where he branded me. Cupping the half smoked butt I rolled over, licked my kid’s ass looking for any trace of the blood he’d seeped when I’d belt whipped him last night, just before he fucked me. Then, later, he got my bull dick down both his throat and his ass...little fucker, seemed to like it-I promised him, if we ever woke up, he could look forward to continuing the acquaintance.

Reached out and, yep, just like there should be, that cheap glass ashtray with five or so slots on one side. Snubbed it out, leaned back to my kid, slurped his tail, slowly rolled him caught his nuts in my mouth while I got him his Robin sized penis hard. I could see the trace of gray as his eyes opened. “Dad?”

I had to let his nuts go. “Yeah?”

“Swing around, let me have you, too.”

“Uhuh, I’m getting ready for coffee, gotta get the cream. You know how, shoot it….fast.”

I vigorously ran my mouth up and down while, inside, my tongue wrapped and unwrapped his ramrod. Didn’t take five minutes. Held on to a good mouthful, waited for him to open his mouth then fed him. He licked his lips. “Damn, I sure do taste good.”

He found himself quickly on his stomach followed by a heft swat. “Pride goeth before a fall or before a whipping….if you want it early, well, Mister keep telling me how good you are and I’ll make your prove it another way.”

“Now?”

“Yeah, now, one old fashioned hand spanking…..but you haven’t earned it...yet.” That man had the best smile.

“Bet I can.”

I bet he could to which was why I got up and really stretched letting him see my bull cock, slightly chubbed, slightly pointing at him as I rolled myself backward. “Bet you can too but if I catch you trying to get me to do it….well, back in the room with all their sex toys, there’s probably something you wouldn’t like….”

He threw a pillow at me. “Dad, there isn’t one thing in there….” but then he looked at me and stopped. Suddenly he realized something, I’d seen something….

I reached over and dragged him off the bed.

“Come on, put on whatever it is you want to wear, lets get breakfast….Carl and Shay have probably been up, waiting.” I stopped and looked at him. “Do you know what a good thing you did back on the road when you made them stop? Son, those two men are going to be happier and, secret, they’re gonna have friends.”

He looked at me strangely. “How? Out here?”

“Well, just like we did, they’re gonna drop in, come on….I bet they want to see our necks and your ass...”

“...and your cock. Shit, who wouldn’t want to see that ‘n it’s mine all mine cuz I’m your son and your my man, my Dad with his big bull cock.”

We both found a pair of those good, warm wool socks, a T, a jock then started toward where I thought the kitchen might be...but we picked up the scent of coffee so, to announce our arrival, I gave my kid a swat...they heard us.

Pretty much as I’d thought, they’d been up and, great jumping Jesus, to say they’d fixed breakfast is like saying if they cooked everything then laid it all out, there might be a table beneath it.

“We didn’t know what you’d like an’, well, after that gift you give us, you know letting us...”

I smiled. “Shut up and hand me something with brown in it that isn’t shit. We gave you a ‘hostess present’ no more just glad you liked it.” I stopped and drank about half the mug full. “Anything up for today cuz….if there isn’t..”

“Aw, we got a message machine full of whiners about this broke or that’s stuck or...well, hell, I told you, first thing, we’d be busy….” He laughed. “Guess their next problem is how to get here. ‘Cording to that alert radio, only parts of the major roads are open, everyone is being told to just stay where they are unless it’s an emergency. We got a big, heavy 350, probably have to go out ‘n get to some of them, got a winch on the  back….”

“When you think you might go?”

Carl laughed. “You want my timetable or theirs? Mine says when it’s safe, theirs says yesterday.” He stared into his cup. “I ain’t gonna take no chances. In a bit, Shay ‘n and I ‘ll see how far up the drive we can walk….IF we can get to the road, see how that looks. After that….call some of these turkeys back see how bad things really are or if they’s just callin’ to make sure we was here if they need us. Happens all the time.”

“I’m volunteering some slave labor for you, run back in the play room, pick up one of, hell, I don’t know how many sets of cuffs, slap on the kid and he goes with you. Strong as an ox and if he doesn’t do what he’s told, well, find a fence, stick him over it, pull down his britches and what you decide to do  is up to you. Doesn’t matter shit to me. Oh, let him drive that 350, little fart can drive a tank so…..”

“For real? Gee, that’d be a big help, Robin, do you mind?”

I spoke up. “Guess you didn’t hear me, he’s slave labor, no choice.”

Carl smiled. Shay looked a little concerned…. “Hey, we don’t want to just strand you here...I mean it’s awful nice of you to give us your...uh...slave but...”

“I know a place filled with God knows what, all of it wrapped. If we work in shifts, we might get half of it open and figured out before Easter….while you’re out saving those who don’t really need help, I’m gonna be here surrounded by only God knows. That’s what I’m planning on doing.”

We had a good breakfast, the sort you need before you go out in the cold and do hard work. Carl kitted out Robin, some of the Army Winter stuff Jim gave us worked real well. I quietly got him aside and wondered if he was packing? Times like these….

He stopped me, took my hand to a side pocket where I felt something harder and longer than my cock. “Full clip.” I thought about it. “I got one without numbers, bullets and two clips? Think that…?”

“Fuck, if I have to draw down, I mean it.”

“Always shoot their nuts off first….they just hate that.”

Carl laughed until the tears rolled off his chin.

“Right or left first?”

I whirled him around and shoved him on his way. He was still laughing slightly when he went out a door, somewhere, and I momentarily felt a slight puff of chilly air go up my T shirt. Guess it was time to add pants...I had a full day.

Unlike in children’s stories, Elves had not gone in while we slept, opened everything, cleaned up and, now, it looked like the Christmas for Perverts- choose the perversion of your choice. Just out of seeing the magnitude, I sat on a stool-forgetting it had a built in cock that would corn hole you if it was plugged in-fortunately, it was not-although later...working with a dildo up your tail can divert you from the mess you’re probably in. Also right then is when a man needs a smoke and right there is the last place to have one; You could have put anything from “Flammable” to “Highly Flammable” on any of the packing, the worst being that mutherfucking excelsior. At least I had the semblance of a plan.

First thing was to completely clear two of the shelving units so that as I unwrapped whatever, I could toss the boxes-having carefully inspected for instructions as to not only how to get in but how to get out of whatever it was. (Unless they’d cut it off, Carl still had that thing around his nuts.). They’d found four large trash barrels, two, pleasant surprise, on casters so I could just wander, pick up something, open it, throw out the packing and then….try and figure out what it might be or where it might go or what it might do if it was placed wherever it was going. Some things were obvious but the heart breaker, I could tell from dates they’d been shipped on the labels, was that they’d ordered duplicates of what they already had but over six or seven years just forgot they already had whatever. In some cases, there were as many as six pairs-everything was bought that way, there were two of them-of the same thing. In many cases, if you put it on your partner, no way you could also put on the identical piece for, in many cases, limiting mobility was at the base of what it could do.

Another unfortunate fact was that some of the leather things had been made from the cheapest leather and, I knew but felt Carl and Shay would be disturbed to learn, were cured in urine. Particularly things made in India; I found that out when a friend and his wife visited the subcontinent where she bought, very inexpensively, several handsome pair of gloves. Fine. Until one day she spilled something, the leather got wet and immediately smelled like a latrine. Whether she got less or more than she paid for can be debated but her anger at the merchant, now thousands and thousands of miles away could easily be discerned. What that meant was that everything made from leather, or had leather bits or pieces, had to be checked for country of origin. Also, some of these things had simply dried out, were cracked, also to be tossed  out.

It really was unfortunate that these two nice guys had been screwed out of a lot of money by not opening the packages. Knowing them, would they have complained? At least they might have saved themselves some money by not buying duplicates.

I finally declared a work stoppage; This peon was through doing stoop labor for a bit. Going to the kitchen, it was, mutherofgawd, nearly three in the afternoon. Befuddled by what I’d done, I almost chugged a cigarette and smoked a beer. Almost. Sitting at the kitchen table, suddenly a lot more tired than I’d thought, I did have an idea. Actually, this one had been percolating for awhile-I’d intimated it to Robin but not enough for him to catch on-but now it was time to follow through. Walking through their home-my legs were grateful for the exercise; I was in good shape but confine anyone in one more or less static position for several hours and stiffness w/ pain is the result.

After digging through my Army gear I found what I was looking for, hit the kitchen, well, the fridge, hooked a couple more beers, found the room with a now smoldering fire, plunked myself on the couch then dialed a number.

Here’s the thing about gadgets: I hate them but just now I was glad I had mine and actually knew how to work it. Walking back to what I now thought of as the ‘Storage Room’ the person I wanted answered-ever have that feeling just as you hear the first ring you’re headed for something that will want you to leave a message?-and I gave him my, illustrated spiel. After twenty minutes of show and tell time, plus my suggestions, I only heard two words, “Holy Shit”. After we hung up, I plugged in my buddy of several hours, found a tube of expensive lube, applied it, sat down, chose a speed and a depth then let him fuck my ass-therapeutic.

I went back to reality, meaning only one of everything, stood up, left it plugged-I KNEW I’d be back to work. I decided to go for the whole warm room experience...wondering if I could get a fire resurrected without using gasoline, naphtha or charcoal starter? Knowing what I did of myself I’d taken Boy Scouting off my ‘to do’ list (not the boys or their leaders, just the scouting part) some years earlier leaving that to my brother. (An Eagle Scout if there ever was one. And I mean that kindly; He’s a great brother [Wondered how he and Robin...naw, wait until it happens] and was a terrific Eagle Scout.)

The guys, as mentioned, had the better part of a forest chopped and, I could tell, this was wood that had been aged and dried. Finding some smaller pieces, I stirred the ashes, which responded by glowing brighter to my surprise then added the wood. Five minutes later the tendrils of flame were popping up, added larger logs, looked about, found the liquor, poured myself a stiff one, stripped, lay down in front of the fire, found another stiffy, decided on an afternoon snack, gave my bull friend some good loving and, Voila!, almost shot right in my mouth. The rest was sopped up then washed down with a slug of Carl’s very fine Bourbon. To get all the crap that had stuck to me while unwrapping, I stripped, hit the shower then got back on the floor in front of the fire, pillow and blanket….warm, dry...solid comfort.

In the process of opening all the boxes, crates, bags, etc. I’d found something that made me think about a problem I’d avoided. One of the larger things was composed of two twelve foot long boxes, banded with steel and hard as hell to, first, get the band released and then to pull out the contents. Even unassembled I knew what it was; A St. Andrews cross. Just the sort of thing to attach someone to.

What happened to the person on the cross? Well, that depended on what the two of you, or maybe just you had in mind. What I’d avoided was….that Robin and I both got off on my beating him. For all my life I’d suspected there was more than the touch of the sadist in me but now, with a partner-even though I thought of him as my son-I had the masochist to mirror my sadist. Looking at the cross members, already drilled to attache metal rings, poles, whatever you thought you’d like,  I’d got hard and shot without touching myself. There, on the floor, I saw the shade of Robin, almost nailed to the cross, face away, his ass already dripping blood and, in my mind I could hear my own quiet voice telling him….I was going to start marking him as mine. I snapped back just before the bull whip-I’d have already unwrapped two of those-coiled out catching him at his shoulder blade then dragging down over his ass. Gagged, he couldn’t scream but the cut was there, blood was running….I knew my hand and arm were going back….

I finally shook it off. What I knew is that was what I wanted in some form, knew that he’d want me to do it, wanted the marks, the stripes, the very essence that said I am a slave to the pain I love and you are a slave in your love of giving that to me. For one moment, I remembered back on the highway where I was close to killing him with his collar pulled so tight….I’d said we would have to go together or, right then, he would have to leave me. And now we were together in more than the exterior. Laying on the comfortable rug, my left side increasingly warmed by the fire, I put my hand on my neck where he’d branded me and knew it was not the first or the last brand and smiled as I slopped some Bourbon down my chest while attempting to take a swallow. Shame Robin, my Robin, wasn’t around, he’d have licked up the pool over my sternum then worked his way to my lips knowing I’d saved some of the good liquor for him.

Having seen their work, I needed to speak to Carl about something I thought might be good to have. Lot of thought but mainly, Jesus was I tired. Holding my almost empty glass in one hand, I hopped on the couch, pulled a rug over me, put the glass on the floor and…..

“DAD, Dad, come on, you’ve been asleep…..come on.” I guess he’d read the Fairy Tales and believed you could wake someone with a kiss; You can’t. Failing that he threw himself on me, dirty, cold-his hands could make ice cream, just put the liquid in a sealed container and have him shake it. “Dad?”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming too…..what’s up?” I did that thing, after just waking where you try and make your eyes bug out then focus. But for that to work, you have to focus on something that has relevance to your life. What I was looking at was what seemed to be an animated black pole with two gray eyes and ten fingers, just no hands. Two more of the same pulled in just then.

“I gotta get more slaves from you in the future, damn, when you send them out to work, they work.”There was a pause while he, I assumed it was Carl, looked at me. “You okay?”.

“Yeah, just surviving a sneak attack by whatever is in this….

Almost as a joke, almost, he tossed me a short steel link chain which, I could see, went up my kid’s sleeve where it met a chain necklace, just like the leather one. Clever. This, too, was a choker, only difference being there was a large link that didn’t allow the wearer to take it off. “Made it for him...didn’t think I’d have the pleasure of putting it on him, hope you didn’t mind, but, well, slaves gotta be kept chained…..” Jesus he had a great, leering smile.

“Good thinking, specially this one, you’ve seen how I handle it when he needs training. Thanks for the chain. I owe you one…..anyway you’d like to collect?”

“Might just be but, Jesus, look at us, gotta get out of this, get cleaned, want me to take Junior? Clean him up? I, uh, know Shay likes to shave men….” He took a hand and grabbed the hair around Robin’s cock. “He’d sure look good all smooth…” Robin suddenly was frightened, he knew how I felt about his hair, desperately wanted to be like mine, a grove of fur.

Laughed, “Naw, I’ll appreciate your getting him clean, Jesus, I bet all of ou could use a good hosing but, sorry, tell Shay….my kid’s crotch is his Dad’s property...he’s available for other things...” I looked at Robin who gave me a sneaky smile back… “...but getting him smooth down to his neck, far as it goes….”

“Oh, more, well, have you looked out the window? Fucking snow, almost a blizzard. Good thing we did what we did or a bunch a guys would be tied down, couldn’t even get out to feed their cattle. Serious. Your kid was a big help….”

“He’s trained to be….” I thought about something that he’d just said. “Hey, Carl, how’d you feel about some paying house guests? If you don’t mind an old man and his idiot child….” I grinned.

“Well, let me think on that. Mebbe, if the old man had some bull meat and the kid was chained, believe we could see letting them bunk in...serious, we wouldn’t let you out in this. You know your more ‘n welcome, fuck, nobody done for us what you have….I got one happier partner …..” He looked away and I knew he was telling the truth. Somewhere back in that room lay their future in a perverted sort of way….I stood up. “Shake? How much you think you want for room and board?”

He reached down and caressed my nuts and, of course, the bull meat above it. “I think something can be worked out...a course, you keep letting us work the slave…”

“Hey, I’ll toss in the whip that goes with him.”

“Deal”.

They must have been gone almost an hour but when they came back, WOW, somebody had been ‘shopping’ in the warehouse. Both men were wearing various leather garments, both had on those really great boots  but….the good thing….you could see the change in them. For Robin, a leather jock, chain mail harness and vest plus, of course, his new chain collar cleverly held down as the leash was attached to chain circlets at his bicep, just past the elbow then at the wrist with the solid steel handle dangling, waiting to be pulled. Made it flexible but one never lost control, never. Didn’t know whether to stand up and salute or just tell them it was nice to know we’d be billeted with two studs….I could see the pride in them.

“We shoulda ….”

“Yeah, you should have opened things a long time ago but forget it….some of them are open now, you’re getting what you wanted...and I can assure you, there is a lot more to come.”

“You gonna work some more while we’re out tomorrow?”.

“If you can get out...”

“We’ve got a back log of work in the shop, warm in there, hey, might teach your kid some of what we do.”

“I’m all for his education….need to take a break? fuck him.” And smiled.

Then quit smiling. “My Rules, you gotta know ‘em. No one fucks my kid unless I say they can. No one. You want him to suck you off? Just push his head down, he’ll figure it out. Want him to fuck you? Roll over and spread ‘em but…..if I find cum that didn’t belong to me first, unless I say it’s okay, he’s a virgin.” There was a pause. “Well, he’s a technical virgin.” They all laughed. “You guys are on the approved fucking list, get bored, need something to do….he’s yours.”

They seemed appreciative.

We were all tired for various reasons. After a good dinner, the sort men eat without worrying about what a nutritionist might say, we just sat at the table and thought about moving. Even the crackle of the fire didn’t call to anyone.

Finally, to break the silence, I stood up, Robin of course did as well, so I threw him over my shoulder, wished our hosts, now landlords, a very pleasant evening and went on down the oddly laid out passages to what was now our room. Carl and Shay hadn’t stinted in their hopes they’d have company….sometime. One thing, I’d worried earlier about hot water; Carl had shown me a tank that, easy, held 200 hundred gallons so if we wanted to sit in the capacious shower and just let the water and the steam relax our pores, fine.

I put Robin to bed, grabbed one of my newly reacquired old habits, lit it then sat on the edge beside him. “Some changes. First, names, it’s okay for us to be Robin and Christopher but I think it’s better if we go for something a little more...”

“Masculine”

“Yeah. Masculine, more ballsy, we both got ‘em, more butch. You know you’ll always be my Robin but now...thanks to these great guys, I think you’ll do well as ‘Chain’ and I’m ‘Bull’….no arguing that one. Now, get on your stomach, Got something else.”

He probably thought he was going to get fucked but I had something else for him. Once he was sprawled out, I topped him, full body covering him, one hand grasping his left wrist and, with a snap, a cuff went on it, the other one on mine. “Okay? Got it?”

“Oh, Jesus Dad, I wanted something like this, we’re joined. You just….” He paused to sniffle and try and hide the tears. “...really love me.”

“Yep, that I do, all we gotta do now is figure out how to sleep like this…and Robin…..you heard some rules for them but you have some from me to you and they will be obeyed. First, no fucking, like I said, unless I say so. You are mine. They can suck you, finger you, play with you...up to a point but the moment lips get near yours…..”

“No. The only person I guess is my Dad...cuz that’s the only man I want to kiss. Okay?”

“Yep, okay but there’s a bigger issue, lets roll around cuz I need you face to face.”

It took some doing but finally in the dim I could see his eyes, wondering.

“Tell me how you feel about pain and you better be honest.”

There was a long pause.

He was stumbling. “Dad….when you take the belt to me or whatever...I get hard just thinking about it. Sometimes….I stop and sorta go away thinking about you...what you might do...get hard...Only you, but I want you to hurt me so bad...I’ll give up anything...one day...maybe….one day you’ll….” and he stopped.

“Yeah, one day….we’ll get there one day and right now all you need is a good paddling, the whip, some personally administered hurt….we’re not a side show and they wouldn’t understand much more than they’ve seen. And that’s another thing, if I catch anybody doing anything to you without my permission and understanding of what they’d like to do….Figure it out. Let some son of a bitch try it and YOU would very quickly find there’s a difference in how you took it when I do it and when someone else does it. I think you know that but I’m telling you. There may be a time, fact is, I know there will be, when someone else gets the whip hand but when we get there, you’ll understand. Do I make myself very clear?”

He breathed in, deeply. “Yes, Sir…..Today out in their workshop they were making cattle brands….” That’s all he said.

I put my hand on his neck where I’d last bit him, covered his mouth and went back, this time until I could taste the iron-ey flavor of blood.

Still dripping, he rolled over, took our cuffed wrists and somehow got to my face and kissed me.

“That’s a promise for the future.”

Snuggling with your kid in a warm bed in a dark, quiet room, when you know you’re chained to one another….wish we’d have the same on our ankles…..but knew that was just a matter of shopping through what I’d already opened or would find….somewhere.

He rolled partially on top of me, reached down, took hold of my bull….

“You scared me….thought you were going to let Shay shave…..”

I just kissed him again, the sort of kiss that says, don’t worry, go to sleep, the Bull has you in his arms.

Carl stuck his head in the door before my kid and I were out of  bed.

“Kinda bad news.” It was easier to show than tell which was why he pulled open the curtains. “Fuckin’ blizzard, says it may go all day, big worries about ice accumulating on the power lines and, out here, all we got is one thin line from the road.”

“What’s the drill?”

“Well, before anything goes wrong, we all move into the big room with the fire, keeps us warmer than a Sauna in there. One good thing, the stove and the hot water heater are all on propane so we can have hot showers in the dark…:”

“Yea!! Now?” I punched him.

Carl smiled. “Uh, not before breakfast and, you do remember slave labor? Lets see that collar. Uh huh. Just the way he should be. ‘Course, we’re partial to his owner…”

“Hey, Carl, we got a change for you to remember. Names. For city, Christopher and Robin will do but for the rest of the world, Bull and Chain….”

Big smile. “Those are the kinda names a man sets on hisself in ink. Fit ya, both of you. I’ll let Shay in on what to call you. Oh, other reason, when you’re ready for it, coffee and the breakfast crap….no hurry….” He indicated the white that might have been a painted window.

Over coffee… we lingered, desultory conversation, I must have got through a pack-sharing them with my kid; Cigar smoke in a house just gets to be too much.

“Good think I bought a carton.”

He had that look. “Okay,” I jerked his chain, “What is it?”

“Promise you won’t be too angry?”
“Tell me what I may not be angry about and I’lll tell you how angry I might not be…..”

“You got the one cartoon in your Army coat…... ‘n I got three more….”

“Steal ‘em?”

He did not want to answer that one. “Uh, yes Sir….didn’t want you….”

That’s when I slapped him, full hand, across his face then without thinking rolled him over, ass up on my lap.

“We…..” Hit him a hard one, full hand. “Don’t” That got him five. “Steal”.

Bythen I could find something hard, Shay had pulled off his belt and handed the heavy leather length to me, and I let him have it. When I was finished, pushed him on the floor, pulled on his leash, got him into my crotch where Bull, excited by the paddling, was waiting, hard and excited.

“Suck it until I say stop. And this isn’t the end, just the beginning. Why in holy hell did you steal anything?” I really didn’t expect an answer as he was busy sucking me off. Also…..I knew the answer, he did it to please me but he hadn’t. Not once had he seem me take anything….and this wasn’t the end. Not by half. On the spot I decided to take Carl and some tools into the storage area and start putting things together; I just found a test pilot for some of them….And I didn’t think he’d like it, not at all.

I came but almost without interest, no feeling, just fury; He was lucky I didn’t have something like a knife or that stunt would have cost him….lets just say he’d  have a mark that would embarrass him.

I jammed him on the floor on his knees. Tightened down his collar almost to the choke point. “We don’t steal….anything. Why the fuck you did that….Jesus….Could you possibly think you were going to please me?”

To emphasize that, I slapped him across his face again. “That what you thought?….Well, you were badly mistaken.” Slapped him again.

I stood up in disgust.

“Remember those branding irons you said Shay was making? How about if I had one made? Just for you? Put it right….there.” My finger was on a spot just below his eye.

He knew I meant it and was afraid of the brand. There was one more thing and it was to show him who controlled him. “I need to cool down, take a shower. While I do that….Mister, you are to suck both cocks then they can fuck you….tied down if they want. I don’t give a shit. One last time… What don’t we do?”

“Sir. We don’t steal, Sir.”

“Right” Handed his leash to Carl and stalked off not giving a damn what they might do to him mainly because I knew them, nice guys, they’d seen him punished so their follow up wouldn’t  be much. Only thing, I wanted him stripped and kept on the floor while he gave each man a blow job and after that….I didn’t give a shit. Giving power to others over him was meant as humiliation; Giving them the power to do what they wanted…..was to make him understand I did control him, love him, but control him.    

Even if it was white outside, that just meant that the window in the bathroom gave plenty of light. I turned on the shower, let it run then turned it off thinking I’d have a steam, a shower, anything to stay isolated from my kid. Jesus I was mad. Knock at the door….

“It’s Shay.”

“Yeah, it’s open, come on in…..”

“Uh, Bull, sometimes when a man is really pissed off, ya know what feels good? A hot facial, massage and a close shave…..least...that’s what I’ve found other guys like….wanta let me give it a try? All you’ll end up is with a good shave...what say?” He was trying to smile and almost succeeded.

“Sure….absofuckinglutely, a shave by Shay…..and I’ll have the facial,all of it….sounds just like the thing I want right now.”

“Great!” He briefly stepped out the door then came back with a leather case, a couple of other things.

I laughed and rolled my nuts at him. “These, Mister, are in a ‘No Shave Zone’ just so we understand each other, like my son of a bitch kid, no steel below the neck.”

He laughed, turned on the water in the sink as well as the shower.

“Okay, lets get you relaxed.” Put his hands on my shoulders, let them run down my chest as he sank to his knees finally cuddling my balls. “I don’t care whether you come or not, I just want to suck on your bull cock...for a long time.”

I remembered what Carl had said about Shay and his expertise with a razor; He forgot to mention his strong, talented fingers which could have reduced me to total relaxation even if I had no interest. Also, using the bench in the shower, he set up a slow running warm atmosphere that was….perfect. Only time I had to move was when he set me up, lathered me then shaved me; Carl was right, I didn’t even need a finger test to know that, not since birth, had I been that smooth.

He whispered in my ear. “Okay, Bull, what you need is rest so that’s what you’ll get. Dry you down, get some fresh towels, lay you here while there’s still steam…..cover you, let you get some rest.”

“Buddy?”

“Yeah?”

“Since you’re gonna roll me on my stomach… how’d you like to fuck me...that’s relaxing as well….”

He said nothing just started massaging my ass, gently spreading me, slowly but so determinedly…. “Want a fist?”

I had to think about this one. Once before and it hadn’t done much for me but today, relaxed and knowing Shay’s hands...“Oh Yeah, slow and deep, give it to me….”

Shay was a man of surprising abilities. In general fisting and I don’t get along but he had me so relaxed, he could have stuck a bazooka shell up my tail...and when he got to it, his rubbing the prostate...Jesus….I could feel the cum drizzle….

“Give my balls a squeeze...oh, shit, yeah, make them spit out my cum….”

I could feel him licking around the hand impaled in my crack.

“More?”

“Shit yes, up to your elbow….far as you can go.” I felt vulgar, trashy, like a street corner whore  being fucked for money and couldn’t get enough. I was Dirt, moaning with sex, desire and my own need to be degraded. And it felt great. Shay had his other hand around my nuts preventing them from drawing up, as for my bull cock, by now almost a fountain of cum, piss and whatever else was in there to come out.

“Piss on me….”...and I could feel the hot stream splatter on my neck, my back, down to where it went into the sewer that was my ass crack then occupied by a entrenching too determined to get to my bottom.

It was like having a friendly squid up your can, the fingers were the tentacles waving, seizing the flesh, the body the warm tube allowing his urine down further, watering my prostate,  holding you open….All I wanted was to be able to twist my head and drink the fountain of man, all of it, all of him, until I was soaked inside and out.

“Fuck…...Just…..do that…..”

I heard some noise, Carl. “Hey, sorry buddy….” He took in the scene, laughed, guess you found my slave is as good as yours...keep as a set, rent ‘em out to men who can afford what they can do, oh, yeah, Shay’s in you good, if you’re not enjoying that….:”

“Okay, your partner is, well, shit, you know what he can do….”

“Yeah, he’s a pistol. Uh, maybe this isn’t the right moment…...I’ve got the kid chained up…”

Shay stopped for a moment, sensing I’d have orders; I did, told him he left.

“Want me to see if I can get both of them up you…..? You’re real loose, relaxed, soft in there, how does it feel, okay?”

“If you could, I’d have you stick your head in there, lick that goal for sex….”

He laughed, “Yeah, that might kill me...but here’s comes number 2...just slide it down...how’s that feeling?”

All I could do was moan which he interpreted as I was enjoying it. Oh was I enjoying it.

I could feel him pulling out while leaning over and kissing my piss flavored shoulders, my neck. “Just relax...I got one more thing for you but first, rest. I’ll close the shade, good, warm, dark…..I’ll be back, don’t think about anything except pleasure and how much more you want….”

As I let myself wallow in pleasure all I could say…. “Get loaded up, you’re looking at one thirsy Bull…..”

Didn’t mean to but sleep didn’t just come over me, it pole axed me. Maybe Shay closed the door but all I can remember is how almost every part of my body felt good, relaxed, even my ass, oh yeah, my ass. He didn’t know it but Shay and I had an appointment in the future, something for his hand to do when it wasn’t engaged shaving my face. Jesus, sleep came ……

I felt something, someone touching me. Also, there was a dim light, nothing that would shatter just opening eyes. I got a kiss, my chest rubbed…. “Feeling better?”

“Um hum...don’t remember feeling bad. Thanks, I have your name in my appointment book for….lots of things.”

“Can I do a couple more?”

“Buddy, if you can think it up to do to me, go right ahead.” He got me up, just so I was sitting on the edge of the bench, rolled up some towels, leaned me back.

“Don’t think you’ve ever done this but...Bull, Carl and I talked about this and in one of the boxes you opened, well….” and produced what I knew were snake bites. Generally used to draw venom from a bite but a lot of guys used them to expand and toughen their nipples. “A guy like you has to have tits that are big, hard….one day you may want metal in them...so here…these are for starters, out there we got…”

“I know what you’ve got, must have opened at least a dozen of them in graduated sizes...” I reached down and felt my flesh underneath responding to the pressure as he put them on…. “Ya know, you’re right. Big balls, big cock, big tits…..”

They went on easily, just squeezed them put them over each nipple then turned them loose. Didn’t hurt but you could sure feel the pressure on your nips. Okay, we could try that… “Maybe get a size up? Whattaya think?”

“On you? Nothing better, pierce ‘em, up and down….make them work in with the tats I spect you’ll want.”

Would I? I laughed out loud as I thought about my brother and his, uh, probable comments on the new, improved brother. Fuck, maybe Robin and I could hold him down and make it some kind of family affair. Maybe ink the boy scout motto someplace….

“Uh, Bull, there’s something I’d really like to do but, well, you said something about down there…..”

“Yeah, no shaving.”

“Uh, I remember but….you ever had them...well, curried? You know brushed out, maybe have some conditioner? I, uh, I’d like to do that, get my fingers in there, make your whole bush look glossy and….I know, I know, but could you let me cut just enough away so that Bull cock really stood out? Fuck, it’s a show piece, just do a little something to make it look better...” I could see him get a little frightened, concerned I’d be mad….”

“Shay, you get out your combs, brushes and, yeah, your scissors. What man doesn’t want his cock to stand out and you’re the man to do it. I’ll just lean back, enjoy having my nuts massaged and then….you’re the man with the talent for hair and a pair of scissors.”

Had a lot of my body massages, all of it actually except that sack with my nuts. Been hit there but softly, rolled about, the fur gently combed, some kind of lotion, up the shaft, down, gently, his idea was not to get me off, just up and hard a task at which he’d succeeded.

“Wow, here’s what I’m gonna do cuz I bet you never noticed but, buddy, you got hair growing on your dick…..take that off an’, that’s about all. Here, feel.”

Taking hold of your own cock and just holding, looking for hair but, damn, he was right, I got a shaggy piece of meat, he was right, taking that off….but watching him put a straight razor on the side of my bull meat….you don’t want to think about slippage...specially with no foam...I asked about that.

“This is done slowly, foam just pulls it and doesn’t let me see the shapes, hair on dicks don’t grow in regular patterns, kinda have to find a patch, even one or two, then mow them down. You know, the big veins, the slight slope as it went into the place above where, if you could see them, my luxuriantly hair covered balls were hanging. Damn, I should have done this a long time ago but….this isn’t the sort of ‘manscaping’ you do not trust to just anyone and going into the guy who cuts your hair and telling him, he does great work up top but now….probably not going to work.

Seemed odd sitting there holding my cock not to do anything with it, just to look at it, admire Shay’s work then remember….

“Guys, I got another thing to do...”

Carl looked at me. “He’s where you wanted him, how you wanted him….we, uh, took you at your word. Saw to it he got used...good and used.”

“Thanks.” I stood up, gave them each a hug, then headed out the door toward where my kid was. We were going to have a talk.

Carl was seriously concerned about the possibility of a power shortage so several candles lit the room the room where Robin was. The glitter from the shine of his chains, the spread eagle position, knowing he was gagged and blind folded….made him a very appealing site. Someone had spread his legs so his shit hole was partially opened and, I was somewhat amused, had been greased. Maybe later.

I lay on top of him, my own spread eagle but so that my head was just a bit below his, my newly peeled bull dick lay across his ass and my arms reached out to cover the chains that held his arms. Was he shivering? Cold? Frightened? Afraid of what might be done to him? All he heard was my calm voice.

“Son, you know part of why you’re here, like this but not all. I think you’ve learned the lesson about stealing but if you haven’t, if there are more things you took….you’ll show me. Maybe I should have said this back somewhere but I just assumed you’d know it, you’re my son, they know things about their fathers; We never need to worry about money. Between us, all we have to do is figure out the best we can do to help others, like our new buddies here. Apart from some hard work, we gave something they could not have gotten for money and, son, it’s all because of you.”

I scooted around-laying on all those chains was the most comfortable seating.

“What I know and you don’t is...you’re lying to me. How do I know? Well, I called Sean and found I wasn’t the first member of the family to get in touch with him, to volunteer my bull meat to be in one of his pictures...and of course you’d be there too. Not telling me you did something, given our tight relationship is just like lying. I won’t do anything without telling you and that goes for what you will tell me. Tell you why. You know and I know we’re kinda living on the edge of honesty, soldier here, business man and fuck knows what may come up….I guess porn stars...but so we don’t stumble over each other, we gotta know exactly what was said, to whom, about what….I’m not saying you can’t, probably encourage you to get into all the hell you want...BUT...you gotta tell me and that’s not a question, that’s an order.”

I paused, found my smokes, lit one. “Damn, they did a fine job on you, almost worthy of a picture.” I found a key by the ash tray, the one that opened all the locks. I said nothing but randomly undid one, took it off, dropped it to the floor so you the ‘clunk’ of metal could not be missed. Finally, all that was left were his arms as well as the gag and the blindfold.

I gently released everything, rolled him over, still couldn’t speak or see, took him in my arms, pressed him to me, his arms went tightly around me. I released the gag, stuck a cigarette in it, lit it, sat him up on the bed, pulled myself up beside him, reached around and took the lock off the metal mask letting it fall in his lap.

There was a long silence, knew there would be but waited for him to break it. He did. Throwing himself into my arms, his tears running down my chest...all he could say was… “Dad, Dad..I love you so much.”

He couldn’t see me smile but he could feel a finger go up his tail, it was my assuring him all was well.

I leaned in to kiss him and that’s….when the electricity failed. Gotta say, and I couldn’t see it, as we wrestled our way from kissing to nipple chewing to cock sucking…...in the candle light, I bet it looked sexy as hell. I knew what he wanted, got my bull cock hard, let him sit down on it facing me as he held on to my neck. We sat like that for a long time…..Father and Son enjoying something only two men can do…..his head on my shoulder felt just like a son’s should feel. I gently allowed our bodies to stretch out, my meat falling out of him but he was so relieved, so grateful to have a father who loved him he went to sleep in my arms…..

Next: Pictures, Ink and Moving On.