Sub encounter: Plumber

I attended the bedroom door of each twin, repeating the same message.

"Garage."

I made my way back downstairs, the boys followed.

As Chris closed the door behind him, I pointed to a spot near the middle of the space.

"Display." I directed, as I busied myself through the various drawers and cupboards.

The only dog the family had owned had died many years ago. I didn't know why we hadn't thrown out all its stuff, but for whatever reason, it was all still here.

I found what I was looking for, content it would suffice for the moment.

I returned to stand in front of them.

"This isn't too bad," I said, as I reviewed how they were standing. I adjusted Chris to straighten his back, and squared Sam's shoulders. I nudged their feet wider apart.

"Good, now push your junk more forward."

"Good, good, that's it."

I detected they were absorbing the praise nicely. They were doing a good job, for such green players.

"Having your feet wider and your crutch pressed forward allows your owner, or in fact any man, to have clear access to your most vulnerable parts. Namely your junk. Follow?" I asked.

They nodded.

"It's a constant demonstration that you know, he's not only better, but stronger."

As I spoke, I reached both hands forward and took their nuts in firm, but not cruel grip.

They took involuntary breaths. I smiled inwardly as I detected their nerves.

"Let's get you kitted out." I suggested, as I released. "Then we can retire to the table, to outline your new realities."

"Thank you sir," they both said, slightly out of sync.

I reached to the bench and took up one of Benji's old dog collars.

I measured it around Chris's throat, discovering I'd need to punch a new hole, closer to its tip.

As I did this, I suddenly figured I could do the other collar at the same time. They would both have the same neck circumference.

Holes punched, I secured the leather bands in place.

"If you're in the house, you always have your collar on." I instructed.

"Yes sir," they confirmed, smiling. I didn’t need much more confirmation, although mentally foreign to me, they were completely into this.

Next, I rummaged around and found two padlocks, the same as the one I had used to secure Steve's balls.

"Hold your little dick out of the way." I directed Sam.

Again, I took his nuts in hand, this time massaging them to the bottom of his sack.

I wasn't rough, but I wasn't gentle. He needed to understand, his discomfort wasn't high on my radar.

I clicked the lock shut before adjusting how it hung.

"Good," I surmised, "That will do you until tomorrow, at least."

I turned to Chris, repeating the same process.

*

Just as the three of us sat around the kitchen table, Jane arrived home from her midday gym session.

As she closed the door behind her, I realised the twins intended to remain seated.

I stretched across the table and took them each by an ear each. I dragged them to stand.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I questioned, harshly, "being dumb doesn’t extend to ignoring what's completely fucken obvious."

"Sorry sir, sorry sir," they both panicked, quickly assuming Display.

The room fell silent.

"Ok," Jane started, carefully. "Um, what's going on?"

"How about you go and get changed? It will give you a few minutes to surmise what has happened,'' I suggested, "that way, when you come back for the round table chat. We won't be starting from ground zero."

"Sounds like a plan," she agreed. "I'll be ten."

"I think I'll have coffee when I get back."

She was taking this seriously then; she rarely drank coffee.

We nodded to each other as she retreated upstairs.

I turned to Chris, who remained in what was almost a perfect Display.

"Coffee," I said simply, as he moved to the bench. "Actually, better make that two."

*

"Subs?" She questioned, as she returned to the kitchen, "seriously?"

"As serious as collars and ball locks, for starters." I answered.

"And, based on my interactions so far, and my albeit limited experience, this is the real deal." I continued.

"You can drop the limited experience guff," she corrected, "I knew you in college. I've seen you own a sub."

I shrugged, letting her win.

"All their idea?" she asked.

"Yes, I admit, I was blindsided." I revealed, she nodded. "They are full bottle on it too."

"Sit," I directed the pair, after Sam delivered our steaming coffee. I took a sip. "Permission to speak freely."

"Mom, we asked Dad to teach us," started Chris.

"We saw how Steve grew; we want the same." added Sam.

"You realise this life choice is going to be difficult?" Jane asked, to both of them. "Submitting to those around you, means they'll be using you. Like really using you!"

The boys nodded. Strangely, not verbalising.

"Mom," Sam began, cautiously, "we have talked about it a lot." He looked at Chris.

"We've done our research," Chris continued, "watched hours of video, found some great websites."

"This feels like we have finally found what we've been looking for." They again exchanged looks.

"When we saw Dad and Steve, we knew. both of us."

"We don’t feel so lost." Chris finished.

"You felt lost?" Jane asked, her voice laden with concern.

The boys again looked at each other, simultaneously bursting into tears. 

We each stood and took one into full embrace. They cried harder.

As they began to get themselves under control, Jane and I swapped. They cried more.

*

"If you've done your research, you'll know being a sub transcends being family, and siblings?" Jane asked, as we retook our seats. We'd all calmed down, it was time to get on with setting the scene.

She had unknowingly asked the same question I had.

"Yes ma'am," answered Sam, speaking for both boys. Jane nodded in acknowledgement.

“Let’s make a start.” I suggested, "tomorrow we'll go and get you kitted."

"Tonight, shave all your hair below your chin." I paused, as they nodded. "We'll work out what to do with your head mops, before next weekend."

"Go through your wardrobes, you'll keep two pairs of jeans, ten tee shirts, and three pairs of shorts. Put them aside." I continued.

"Your mother and I will go through the rest, to find some cold weather gear. What’s left, goes to charity."

"You don’t wear clothes in the house." said Jane, taking her turn, "hang your collars at the front door when you leave, put them back on as soon as you come in." 

"I'll draw up a list of your chores." she continued.

"Any failures will get your arses paddled." She looked at me for confirmation. I nodded.

"It's already happened once today." I advised as she raised an eyebrow.

"We know you're new to this, and you'll make mistakes, it's natural. In the beginning, your corrections won't be too harsh," she reassured.

"Your father will continue your training, but everything we've just discussed, is just as important. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am." they replied in unison.

Back to me.

"You'll still attend college, work your part time hours." I began, attempting to convey their life was going to continue, similarly to what it had done. "You'll graduate, find jobs, carve a career out for yourselves."

They nodded.

"Any money you earn will go into a holding account. You'll get an allowance each week."

More nods, they really had done their homework. Nothing we were saying was surprising them.

I grew more confident.

"We'll be meeting your friends," Jane inserted.

"You will be completely responsible for not placing yourself in any danger." I emphasized.

"Thank you sir, we will take care." Assured Chris, Sam nodded in agreement.

Time to take a break.

"I think that's enough for today," I suggested, looking to Jane for confirmation, she nodded.

The side door opened, right on script.

*

James, in a heavily greased state, stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

Immediately Chris and Sam stood, orientating to face James, and assuming Display.

"They're quite good at that," said Jane, as a passing comment. I agreed.

James's eyes widened, as he surveyed the scene before him.

He took a breath.

"Wow, you finally showed your hands." he said, nodding his head in micro up and down movements.

"They discussed this with you?" I asked, shocked,

It was his turn to look surprised.

"Of course not." he answered, "but I thought it was obvious where they were headed, especially over the last month," he added, smart arse.

"Full subs?" he asked me, as if they weren't present.

I nodded, confirming so.

"Good for them," he offered, "they won't be so lost," as he reached out and placed a hand on one shoulder, then the next.

How did this kid I viewed as not so bright, have such insight?

"I don’t want you in the house covered in all that grease." said Jane, reviewing the boy's grubby state.

"You pair," she said facing Chris and Sam, "Follow your brother to the laundry, undress him carefully, I don’t want that mess transferred."

"Put those," she nodded towards his overalls, "straight into the machine, Cycle Four."

"Yes Ma'am, yes ma'am," they replied, moving to follow.

"And you," she instructed James, get straight in the shower, don’t touch anything.

"Yes ma'am," he mimicked, smiling, then moving away quickly in case Jane swatted him.

*

I followed a few steps behind our offspring, as they made their way to the wet room.

I wanted to see how they interacted.

"Wow, you boys finally took the plunge," offered James, as he arrived and turned.

"Yes sir," agreed Chris. as he reached to undo the coverall buttons.

"I bet that's a relief," James continued, surprising me. "I could tell you’ve been fucked up, ever since that Steve guy showed up."

"Yes sir, it has been difficult," answered Sam, "but today, except for a minor paddling, has gone better than we planned."

James laughed.

"You've been out as subs for six hours, and you've already been paddled?"

"Yes, sir," Chris confirmed.

James laughed again as he stepped out of his clothes, now fully naked.

His lower arms, a V down his chest and his face, dark with garage muck.

He flicked his dick free from where it had been stuck to his balls.

He took his shaft in hand as I watched it begin to thicken, I was right, he was the same size as me,

"You guys know I’m going to use you, don’t you?" he asked. "And, not just for head either."

"Yes sir," answered Sam, without hesitation.

"It is our role sir." said Chris.

"Good," he smiled, "only after Dad trains you though. I don’t want him paddling my arse."

I smiled.

"Sir, you could cum now, if you were horny," suggested Chris, sounding hopeful.

"Yes sir, we will clean up any mess," offered Sam.

James's meat, which had been thickening, suddenly sprung to full throttle.

He began working it, not saying a word.

I could see the entire room clearly, the full wall mirror allowed for perfect discrete viewing.

I didn’t want my presence to alter their interaction.

James was horny, I could tell in how he adopted a mask of concentration.

His hand became a blur, as his seven thick inches endured a pounding.

"Oh fuck." he uttered.

He suddenly reached up and took Sam by the hair. He was gentle, but firm in what he wanted.

"You, lick my balls." he directed, "use lots of tongue."

Sam complied, more than willingly.

James pumped harder.

"You," he spoke to Chris, "get down here," he pointed. "I'm going to blow across your face."

Chris dropped to the floor, jostling for prime position with his twin brother.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," mouthed James, just above a heavy whisper, "Oh fuck, I need this."

He exploded spraying Chris, then Sam, with a huge load.

He must have been saving it for more than a day, I smiled.

*

I retreated to my office upstairs. I needed to see if I could get bookings for tomorrow.

I was in luck, securing three slots.

After I heard the shower cease, I kept an eye on the passage for James returning to his room.

"Hey," I said, as he walked past.

"Hey," he replied as he pulled to a stop, towel around his waist, bulge at his crutch.

"Crazy day, huh?"

"Yep." I agreed, with somewhat of a sigh.

"When you get a chance," I began asking, "can you take the doors off your brother's bedrooms. They won't be needing them anymore."

He looked at me cautiously, then shrugged.

"Sure. after dinner, ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's fine. Even as subs, your brothers wouldn't know where to start." I continued. "But get them to help, you know, take the doors down to the garage, carry the tools, etc."

He nodded, continuing to his room.