Subject: Personal Responsibility Chapter 10 DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and contains descriptions of sex between young boys and men. If that offends you, stop reading. If it’s illegal where you live, stop reading. If you can’t differentiate between fantasy and reality, stop reading and get help. If you enjoy this story, or any of the other great stories on Nifty, consider making a donation. * * * Day 9 � Tuesday Alex and I woke early. By now, he knew he and Kyle had a client today, but not who the client was. He’d spent most of the previous evening asking me. During dinner, while we were curled up on the sofa; even when I was in the shower. He’d earned himself a spanking for that one, and I still hadn’t told him. “Sir,” he said, once he saw that I was awake. “Is it that guy-” I shut him up with a tug at his cock cage. It was indeed “that guy” but I didn’t want Alex to know that yet. Last time “that guy” had hired Alex, he’d spent three days begging for me to just call it off and give the guy his money back. At least this way I got some peace and quiet before “that guy” got his claws into my boys. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding particularly sorry. “It’s just… you don’t want to scare Kyle off, y’know?” He sat up in bed, leaning his back against the headboard. I joined him, putting an arm around his shoulders. My cock was stirring, threatening to tear a hole in the front of my boxers. Morning wood wasn’t normally an issue for me but when I woke up next to Alex, it was a different story. “Kyle won’t be scared off,” I said, giving my nephew a squeeze. Like that was what he was really worried about. “Besides, he’ll have the whole vacation to get over it.” Alex pulled away and gave me a hurt look. “So it IS him! The gross dude!” I sighed and slid my legs out of bed, ready to get up for the day. “It is,” I said evenly. “But if I hear you bitching about it, that little cage stays on until it’s time for you to go back to your mom’s.” For a moment I thought he was going to keep mouthing off but he just sighed. “Sorry, Sir.” This time he did sound sorry. At least a little bit. “Uh… can you spank me please, Sir? And… sorry again, for bitching.” He stood next to me and bent over my lap with his feet on the ground and head on the bed. He was still wearing his white thong from yesterday. It really did look beautiful. I admired his ass for a few moments before starting to spank. He winced a little with each blow but didn’t cry out or pull away. I spanked him for longer than I would normally: I was still pretty pissed about the shower thing. When I was done, Alex’s cheeks shone either side of the thin white strap of the thong. That was the way Francis � or “the gross dude” as Alex called him � liked to see Alex. I’d have to give both my boys a few extra spankings before we got to his place, just to make sure their butts were plenty red enough. Alex made me breakfast while I made some calls about the camper van. It would be dropped off here in exchange for a day at the beach with the boys. I expected there’d be a little more to it than that, but I kept things vague for Alex’s benefit. It was fun to keep him guessing. Not long after we’d both eaten and I’d showered, there was a knock at the door. Kyle trudged in holding a large duffel bag over one shoulder. He grinned at me and tossed it down next to the stairs before heading through to the sitting room to strip. “Hey, Sir,” he said, tossing his shirt down on the ground. “Your mom’s not coming to see you off?” I asked. I tried to keep my voice casual but I didn’t want her to come in to say goodbye and find her son naked over my lap. “Nah, she has work,” he said, dropping his shorts and looking around. He kicked them off over his sneakers and sat on the couch. Today he’d opted for a pair of royal blue briefs that brought out the green in his eyes perfectly. I felt a little twinge of pity. If it were my kid, I’d want to say goodbye before he went away for nearly a week with a stranger. Ah well. “Alex!” I called up the stairs. “Get your ass down here!” I turned to Kyle. “Over my lap, kiddo. Alex is just getting done in the shower.” He did as he was told, wriggling his hips ever so slightly. I could feel his chastity cage pressing into my thigh through his briefs, but he didn’t complain. “Yes, Sir.” He gasped slightly as I started to spank him, alternating cheeks gently at first. I sped up, giving a few smacks to each cheek in succession before pausing to rub his ass better. “You boys have a customer today,” I explained during one of these breaks. “He likes it when boys come to him with nice red butts, so you’ll be spanked a few times this morning.” If Kyle felt it was unfair he would be punished purely for someone else’s amusement, he didn’t show it. “Yes, Sir.” I continued for a minute or so and then pulled down the back of Kyle’s briefs to check his butt. It was a nice, even pink. Not quite the color Francis would like, but it would do for now. We still had a few hours to get it redder. Besides, Alex was trudging down the stairs, fresh from the shower, wearing a light blue pair of briefs. “Hey man!” he said to Kyle, giving him a wave. I let Kyle shift off my lap and get to his feet. “Hey, we match!” he said to Alex, standing next to him so that their hips were touching. Alex was taller, but the contrast between their underwear was pretty cute. “Great minds think alike,” said Alex, putting an arm around Kyle to give him a theatrical hug. I could tell he was enjoying having another boy to share his sexual experiences with. “But fools seldom differ,” I chimed in. Kyle laughed a little and hugged Alex back. I smiled. He was getting more and more comfortable with this. Today would be a good test of just how comfortable he was. The rest of the morning was uneventful. I went through Kyle’s bag and took out almost all of his outer clothes. Instead, I filled it with some clothes he would like an awful lot less. My dick started to swell as I thought of Kyle’s reaction. I left him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt just in case, but I’d be surprised if he needed them. Over the course of the morning, I left the boys mostly to their own devices. Every hour or so I gave them a fresh spanking � which they both took well, out of some macho competition to see who could endure the most pain � until their butts were a nice shade of pink under their blue briefs. Alex hadn’t complained any more about Francis, but as the day wore on he got decidedly more reserved. At a little past 11, I had the boys put their clothes back on and get into the car. Francis’s house was an hour’s drive away, so the boys made sandwiches which they ate on the way. “So what’s this guy like?” asked Kyle from the back seat, brushing the crumbs of his sandwich onto the floor. “He’s…” started Alex, but glanced across at me. I nodded, so he carried on. “He’s kinda mean. I think he gets off on making me uncomfortable.” “Like Sir?” asked Kyle. He was smiling, but I got the impression he was only half joking. Alex shook his head. “Nah… it’s not, um…” He trailed off, trying to phrase it in a way I wouldn’t consider to be bitching. “It’s not really that fun,” he said eventually. “First time I saw him he smelled like he hadn’t washed for a week. I almost threw up when he made me lick his feet.” Kyle looked nervous, so I quickly interjected. “He knows he needs to shower before you arrive now. Don’t you worry, I know how to look after my boys.” “Why’s he want our butts to be red?” asked Kyle, though he seemed only to be wondering aloud. “‘Oh my, what a good boy,'” said Alex in a scarily good impression of Francis. ” Knows his place, that one. Look how red his bottom is!’ And then he starts licking it.” He shuddered. Every time I checked the mirror, I could see Kyle looking more and more nervous. He didn’t speak much for the rest of the drive, glancing out the window and twiddling his thumbs. * * * Nearly an hour later, we arrived at a run-down looking bungalow a little way back from the road. It had definitely seen better days. Weeds sprouted up through the cracks in the driveway. There was a car parked outside, but I wasn’t entirely sure it could still drive. “We’re so getting murdered,” Kyle said to Alex, who laughed. kütahya escort I gave each of them a slap on the backside and they yelped, but fell silent. “You’ll be on your best behavior if you want those cages to come off before Christmas.” “Yes, Sir,” the said in unison. Kyle looked worried � either from my threat or the prospect of this customer � but Alex seemed to be relaxed. Now that he was here, he just wanted to get things over with. I knocked on the door. There was some movement inside � I could see shadows shifting through the windows. “Coming!” barked a rough voice. Moments later, the door opened. The smell of stale smoke washed over me. Francis was a prolific smoker, his skin yellowed and wrinkled with age. His hair was dripping slightly from the shower he’d had earlier… or was it grease? He hunched over as he looked the boys up and down. “Magnificent.” He was speaking more to himself than any of us. I cleared my throat and stepped forward. “Do you mind if we come in?” I asked. Francis had been staring at Kyle hungrily and almost didn’t notice me.. “Yes, yes, come in, come in.” He sounded impatient. “Magnificent little boys.” As Kyle stepped past him, Francis put a hand on his hair to stroke it. Kyle flinched away but a look from me was enough to keep him there. If Francis had been offended that Kyle pulled away, he didn’t show it. In fact, it seemed to spur him on. We followed Francis along his hall to a small dining room. A cigarette was still smouldering in an ashtray by a couch. Francis sat down and patted the space next to him for Kyle to join him. He did, giving me a worried glance. I ignored him, sitting on the other couch with Alex. “What can I do with them?” asked Francis, picking up the half-smoked cigarette and taking a long drag. Kyle winced at this and tried to edge away, but the couch wasn’t big enough for him to get far. “Anything you do with Alex. Kyle’s a good boy, he’ll do what you say. Won’t you, Kyle?” “Yes, Sir.” The blonde boy’s legs were shaking. “Good, good. Strip for me, boys. I want to see those bodies of yours.” The old man leaned back on his couch and smoked while he waited for the boys to obey. Alex took the lead, standing up and giving Francis an awkward customer service smile. Kyle joined him a moment later, though he looked much more hesitant. As they undressed Kyle kept glancing at Alex. He didn’t seem to want to strip too quickly. A few moments later, the boys were in their underwear. Alex had his hands behind his head to display all of his body. Kyle quickly copied him. “So beautiful,” murmured Francis. He lifted a hand to caress the bulge in Alex’s briefs and paused. “Well well well. This one’s been naughty!” He tapped Alex’s cock cage. “What did he do?” He put his now-finished cigarette back in the ashtray to stroke Alex with both hands. “Tell him, Alex.” “I was a brat, Sir. I showed too much attitude.” Alex’s voice shook as he spoke. He was normally so confident, but Francis had a way of making him uncomfortable. Kyle was trembling too, obviously picking up on Alex’s discomfort. “A brat, you say? Turn around. Let me see if you’ve learned your lesson.” Francis hooked his fingers in Alex’s waistband and pushed the light blue briefs down to his knees. Alex obeyed, turning to face me now while Francis examined his ass. I did my best to avoid making eye contact. “Nice red bottom on you. But I think it should be redder. Can I?” He met my eyes for the first time since we’d arrived. “Go right ahead,” I said. Alex scowled at me, but I just smiled. “Yes, yes. In the corner, brat. I’ll deal with you soon.” He gave Alex a nudge to the corner and turned his attention on Kyle. The younger boy was shaking a little with nerves, but to his credit he didn’t pull away as Francis started to run his hands over the boy. “My my my, you’re a naughty one too.” He looked at me again. “What did this one do?” “Kyle?” He looked over his shoulder at me and I gave him a glare. “Tell the man.” “Uh… I… I kept playing with my dickie,” he explained in a very small voice. “Sir didn’t want me playing with his toy.” Francis tugged Kyle’s briefs down to his knees as well. “So you’ve brought me a brat and a slut. Turn around, slut.” Kyle obeyed. His green eyes were pleading, but I didn’t meet his either. “Another red bottom.” Francis gave Kyle a smack on the cheek. The boy jumped and gave a very cute little gasp. “But not red enough. Join the brat in the corner.” Kyle did as he was told. Francis stood up and unbuckled his belt, but instead of advancing on the boys, he left the room and returned carrying a little blue pill and a glass of water. He took the pill � completely unashamed to need Viagra with such beautiful boys waiting patiently in the corner � and washed it down with a drink. He placed the empty glass on a coffee table and removed his belt completely, walking towards the two slaves. “You, brat.” He motioned toward Alex, smiling a sick smile. “Yes, Sir?” Alex didn’t turn to face him, but Kyle did. Those green eyes were swimming with tears now. “Over the back of the couch. Slut, you go next to him.” Both boys waddled over to the couch. It looked almost comical, the way they were hobbled by the underwear around their knees. Alex kneeled up on the worn leather and held onto the back, sticking his butt out as far as it would go. Kyle copied him. I stood up and walked around the side for a better view. And to make sure Francis didn’t go too far. He had a good grasp of the rules, but he was almost as good at flaunting them as Kyle was. “Good, good.” I wasn’t sure if Francis was talking to the boys or to himself. “Let’s see if we can make you learn your lesson. Slut, what did you do wrong?” Kyle jumped a little at being addressed like this. “Uh… I… guess I played with myself when I wasn’t meant to?” he asked in a small voice. WHAP! The belt made contact with Kyle’s smooth skin. He collapsed, hips practically pressed into the back of the couch. I noticed Alex reach out and squeeze his hand gently. “You guess? Don’t ask me, TELL me!” snarled Francis. “Bad boys. Bad bad boys.” “Sorry!” said Kyle quickly. The tears in his eyes were starting to roll down his cheeks. There was a red welt across both of his cheeks, much darker than the pink of the rest of his butt. “I played with myself when I wasn’t meant to.” It was a statement now, albeit one choked out around sobs. “Oh you aren’t sorry yet. You will be. Ohhhhh you will be.” Francis raised the belt and brought it down on Kyle again. He yelped and squirmed against the back of the sofa. “Ass up!” He brought the belt down on Kyle a third time. For a second I thought Kyle would disobey, but he pressed his burning ass back, presenting it to the old man. “Good.” Francis rubbed Kyle’s butt with his free hand and turned his attention to Alex. “And you, brat.” He belted Alex. Unlike Kyle, Alex kept his position, though he did cry out. “What did you do?” Alex gulped. I noticed Kyle returning the squeeze Alex had given him. “I gave my master lip, Sir. I… I threw a tantrum because I didn’t get my way.” Francis swung the belt at him again. He grunted but stayed where he was. “Think you’re a tough guy?” he asked, hitting my nephew for a third time. This time Alex yelped and almost buckled, but caught himself at the last second. I felt a little bad; it hadn’t been long since I’d belted Alex myself. “Answer!” he practically shouted, smacking Alex a few more times with the belt. He cried out and finally let his ass fall, the pain overpowering his desire to follow orders. “No?” he answered tearfully, head turned to look at the man behind him. “That’s right. You aren’t. You’re just a little brat. Such a bad, bad boy.” Francis lowered the belt but did not put it back on. He reached out to give Alex’s bruised butt a stroke. “But such a lovely behind. Get naked, boys.” Both boys wriggled out of their briefs. I picked them up and placed them with the rest of their clothes. They stood in the center of the room, hands on heads, while they waited for their next order. Francis was unbuttoning his yellowed shirt, revealing a wrinkled chest covered in gray hairs. Kyle shuddered. They both knew what was coming next. Francis sat down and lara escort beckoned the two boys over. “Lick.” He didn’t bother with a full sentence; Alex had done this before. It was Alex that started first, sitting on Francis’s left side and leaning in close. He licked up the man’s chest in long, slow motions. His pretty face was screwed up in disgust. “Lick, slut,” ordered Francis, slapping his hand down on the couch to his right. Kyle took a deep breath and sat down, wincing as his sore butt made contact with the leather. He leaned in, hands on Francis to steady himself. He took a deep breath and licked ever so lightly. “Pretend he’s a cock,” I advised. Francis was a bit of a dick, if I was honest. Kyle turned to me and nodded, before going back down. As he licked, he lifted his butt up. Apparently it was still too painful to sit on. It had turned a deep, angry red. I hoped it would fade before our vacation. The two boys gave Francis a tongue bath for several minutes, each licking a side by himself. Satisfied, Francis tugged his pants down as well. He was wearing loose tartan boxers that I wouldn’t have let my boys be seen dead in. “Brat, down.” Alex slid off the couch, breathing a sigh of relief now that he didn’t have to sit down any more. His ass looked even worse than Kyle’s, but I wasn’t worried about him; I knew he could take it. On his knees, he started to lick Francis’s thighs while Kyle still worked on his chest. The tartan boxers tented up. The pill was working, then. Francis took hold of one of Kyle’s hands � still resting on Francis’s chest � and moved it to his tent. Kyle knew what to do, and began to tease the man’s cock expertly. “Good slut,” grunted Francis. “Thanks,” mumbled Kyle, but Francis ignored him. After a few more minutes of this, Francis shifted and the boys stopped licking. Kyle looked relieved that it was over, but Alex was still hesitant. “Brat, you’re my footstool. Slut, you lick my feet.” Alex got onto his hands and knees in front of the couch, arching his back to make a good place for Francis to rest his feet. He did just that, causing Alex to wobble slightly under the weight. Kyle got down on his knees in front of Alex, supporting himself with a hand on Alex’s shoulder. He stared at Francis’s feet for a long while. I thought for sure he would disobey but eventually he leaned in close and started to lap at them. He looked like a cat taking a drink. “Do it properly.” Francis lit another cigarette and glared down at the boys. I thought Kyle might cry. Still, he licked at the man’s foot obediently. He was more of a dog now, though one that wasn’t too enthusiastic. “Now suck.” Kyle breathed a sigh of relief and crawled closer to Francis’s crotch, but the man just laughed. “My toes, stupid slut.” “Yes, Sir.” Kyle got back down to Francis’s feet and began to suck them. I noticed the man stroking his cock through his ugly boxers, a toothy smile on his face. He took a long drag on his cigarette and then ashed it on the floor by Alex’s head. The boy coughed but didn’t move. Francis had Kyle suck his toes for several slow minutes. The cigarette was long finished by the time he was finally satisfied. “Now my cock,” he grunted. “Brat, you help.” “Yes, Sir,” said Alex, finally moving from his position as Francis’s footrest. He brushed a little ash from his arm and joined Kyle on his knees in front of Francis. The man withdrew his dick from his underwear. It was short, stubby, and circumcised. Kyle must have pulled a face because Francis gripped his hair and twisted it around. “I thought you liked sucking cock, slut?” he sneered. “Sorry, Sir. I do, Sir.” Kyle bent low to the man’s crotch and licked at his dick as if to prove it. Francis moaned and put a hand in Kyle’s hair. “Brat, help him.” “Yes, Sir.” Alex joined Kyle on Francis’s cock. Kyle put the tip in his mouth and sucked on it while Alex licked at the shaft and balls. Francis moaned again, his hand resting on Alex’s head too. I smiled. The worst was over; the boys were used to this kind of thing by now. Even Kyle. Thanks to Francis’s pill, he didn’t last long. A surprisingly large amount of cum dribbled out of his dick. The boys lapped it up and then looked up at him, waiting for their next instructions. “Slut, lube up your boyfriend’s hole.” Kyle looked around, confused. “Uh… yes, Sir.” He found a tube of lubricant on the floor next to the coffee table � and now that I looked around properly, there was an awful lot of clutter on Francis’s floor � and started to massage it into Alex’s ass. Alex stuck his butt out further, sighing. “Now sit back and watch the show.” Francis lifted Alex with surprising strength for a man of his age and pushed him over the sofa. My nephew pushed his butt back ready to be fucked. While Francis thrust into Alex, I motioned to Kyle and had him sit on my lap. He was trembling slightly but let me put an arm around him. “It’s okay, buddy,” I murmured into his ear. “You’re almost done now. You’re doing great.” I rested a hand on his cock cage. “When we get home you’ll get this off for a while as a reward.” Kyle nodded but didn’t speak. Together we watched Francis thrust in and out of Alex. His dick wasn’t long but it was thick. Alex was moaning in a much higher pitch than his usual speaking voice. “Oh, you’re so big!” he gasped. “Oh yeah, that feels so good!” This continued for about ten more minutes. Alex seemed to be running out of things to moan and settled on “oh yeah, oh fuck yeah!” which he repeated over and over. Francis seemed to have gotten his aggression out earlier and was being almost tender with Alex, caressing his hair and upper back. Francis paused and withdrew from Alex, who moaned even more. “Slut, your turn. I want to finish in you.” I pushed Kyle forward. He stumbled toward the couch and took Alex’s place bent over the couch. Alex stood with his hands behind his head, obediently watching as Francis fucked his friend. Kyle cried out as Francis entered him, but didn’t speak. This didn’t seem to kill Francis’s mood, because he started to grunt and run his hands all over the blonde boy. “You’re so tight. Good boy. Oh, such a good boy.” It wasn’t long before his breathing sped up and his stubby little cock shot cum into Kyle’s ass. He closed his eyes, thrusting a little more until he was finally spent. As soon as he pulled out of Kyle, the boy scampered away to stand next to Alex, hands behind his head. Hiding in a crowd wasn’t the best tactic when it was a crowd of two. Francis didn’t seem to notice, lost in the afterglow. “Here.” He thrust a wad of cash at me. I leafed through it. All there. Almost double what I normally charged, even not including the extra charge for two boys at once. The boys stood still, watching Francis get dressed with fear in their eyes. Was it really over? He turned to them as he buttoned his shirt, eyes glinting with anger. “Get the fuck out,” he snapped. “Damn kids.” * * * The ride home was uneventful. Kyle and Alex both sat in the back seat, Kyle resting his head on Alex’s shoulder. My heart swelled. As much as I wanted them to learn their place, I did care about them. I knew I loved Alex � it was kind of a given, he was family � but my feelings for Kyle came as a surprise. He’d taken to this whole thing like a natural, even being thrown in at the deep end so soon with Francis. “You boys did great,” I said, giving them both a smile in the rear view mirror. Kyle returned the smile weakly. “That was so gross,” he mumbled. “Sir.” I chuckled. “I know. I’ll tell you what, let’s stop for snacks, shall we?” Neither boy said no, so five minutes later I was pulling into a McDonalds drive-thru and ordering burgers for all of us. Alex devoured his burger before I was even halfway through mine, but Kyle just picked at his. He did take long gulps of Coke, apparently trying to get Francis’s taste out of his mouth. They cheered up a little after that. For the rest of the drive, Alex tried to make Kyle laugh with his impressions of Francis. He managed a weak smile before drifting off. When we finally got home, Alex and I roused Kyle gently. He sat up sharply and looked around, confused. “We’re here,” said Alex, unbuckling Kyle’s seatbelt. Kyle lara eve gelen escort grinned at him, but I got the impression it was more out of reflex than warmth. “Oh,” he said, and allowed Alex to lead him by the hand to the house. Once inside, I sent the boys upstairs to shower. I’d have to wash their clothes thoroughly: Francis’s house smelled like a particularly filthy ashtray. I took hold of a naked Kyle on the way up the stairs and led him into the sitting room. “You were a very good boy today, Kyle,” I said, producing a little key from my pocket. “You still aren’t allowed to masturbate, but you can ask me or Alex to do it for you. Alright?” Kyle nodded. Despite everything he’d been through today, his dickie was rock hard as soon as I took the cage off it. “Yes, Sir.” This time, his smile was genuine. “Alright, off you go. And don’t come back until you’re both squeaky clean, alright?” I patted his ass as he ran off to join Alex. “Yes, Sir!” he called from halfway up the stairs. I heard the shower running and made my way upstairs to check on work. Dylan � the owner of the camper van we would be borrowing tomorrow � had messaged me a few hours ago to tell me he was en route. His ETA was about now, and I was curious to meet him. From his emails he’d sounded like something of a hippie, all weed and “one love.” If he didn’t have dreadlocks I’d eat my hat. I sent a reply, though it was unlikely Dylan would see it before he got here. In a way, I was glad the boys would still be in the shower when he arrived; they’d had such a bad experience with the last customer that they might not be pleased to meet another one so soon. Halfway through my next email, I heard a knock at the door. He was prompt. Maybe not a hippie, then? “Coming!” I called, locking the computer down and heading downstairs. Dylan, it turned out, did have dreadlocks. He wore a scruffy poncho and stunk of pot. “Hey man.” He held out a hand, which I shook. “Are the boys, uh…” “They’re in the shower,” I explained. “They’re a little tired right now but I’m sure they’ll be delighted to meet you on Thursday.” “Right on, dude.” He peered in the doorway. The boys’ clothes lay crumpled in a heap where they’d stripped off as soon as they were through the door. “I can’t wait to meet them.” “A little word, first.” I closed the door and stepped outside. “I like to keep them disciplined. Punishments and rewards, that kind of thing. There’ll be rules when you’re with them, alright?” He nodded and brushed a dirty blonde dreadlock out of his face. “Sure.” “Firstly, no drugs. I’m okay if you smoke around them, but they aren’t to have any. Got it?” Dylan nodded again. “For sure.” “Secondly � and most important � if they can’t behave, they’ll have their little dickies locked up. If that does happen I’ll refund you some money, but their training comes first.” Dylan opened his mouth and I thought he was about to call the whole thing off, but then he seemed to think better of it. “Alright,” he said slowly, looking disappointed. “Yeah I saw in the pictures.” “The way things look now, you’ll be good, I just wanted to warn you.” I know more about training slaves than you’ll ever know, I wanted to add. If you don’t like it, find some other pimp that’ll let you fuck his nephew. “I appreciate it, dude. I ah…” He checked his phone. “I gotta run. My Uber’s just down the road. Here’s the key. She’s a little slow to start but once you get her going she runs like a dream.” He handed me the keys to his camper van. They were attached to a pot leaf key ring. “Alright, I really gotta get going. I’ll see you at the beach, man!” I sighed and went back inside. Meeting Dylan had put a bit of a damper on my mood. His sort always did. Still, I went upstairs to finish up some emails. Requests had been pouring in for Kyle. There were a few that looked doable on vacation, so I bartered a price and noted them down. The water stopped running while I was still haggling, but I was done by the time the two boys came out into the hallway, naked and slightly damp. “Feel better?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Kyle’s dick wasn’t quite hard any more � no surprise there, Alex had probably jerked him off several times while they were washing � but it wasn’t soft either. “SO much better, Sir!” Kyle grinned. It seemed the shower had washed off some of the shame about what had happened with Francis. Being allowed to cum had probably helped, too. “Yeah, I needed that.” Alex strode past me to look for some fresh underwear. “Not as much as Francis did,” Kyle said darkly. Laughing, Alex returned carrying two pairs of matching briefs. They were plain blue, the same shade this time. “What do you mean? We gave him his annual bath!” He mimed licking as he pulled on his pair and tossed the other to Kyle, who shuddered and put them on. We’d already eaten dinner, so there wasn’t much for the two boys to do. I left them playing video games together in the sitting room while I went outside to inspect the van. It stank of pot, which didn’t come as a surprise. I did a quick inspection for anything illegal. Weed was legal here, but who knew what else Dylan might have forgotten about. Other than a few pre-rolled joints, I found nothing. Still, it was a good job I checked; I didn’t want to break more than one law at once. Satisfied, I went back inside to join the boys. When Kyle saw me, he scooted over to let me sit on the couch, and then scooted back across to sit on my lap. He smelled good from his shower. I planted a soft kiss on his cheek and rubbed his little dickie, which hadn’t been fully soft since I’d taken his cage off. “This feel better than doing it yourself?” I asked between kisses as I continued to tease his boner. “Yes, Sir,” he moaned, leaning back to rest his head on my shoulder. While he was distracted, Alex pressed a few buttons and kicked Kyle’s character though a wall. “Hey!” the boy yelped, sitting up straight and launching a counter-attack. Neither boy spoke while they played, but eventually Kyle won. “That’s what you get!” he taunted. “Suck it!” Alex put his controller down and grinned. “If you say so,” he teased, getting on his knees in front of Kyle and tugging the front of his briefs down. “I meant-” started Kyle, but the sight of Alex on his knees in front of him made him reconsider. “Suck, brat,” he barked. His impression wasn’t quite as good as Alex’s, but Alex laughed all the same. “Yes, Sir.” He rested his hands either side of my thighs and licked his way up Kyle’s shaft. Kyle leaned back onto my shoulder again and gasped. He hadn’t had many blowjobs before, and Alex was really really good at them. “Fuuuuuck,” he moaned. His hands found Alex’s hair and started to ruffle it, pumping his hips in time with my nephew’s sucking. “This is so fucking gooooooooooooooooooood!” I felt his chest up while Alex sucked. Alex began to rub the insides of his thighs, too. The sensations proved too much for little Kyle, who grunted and came into Alex’s mouth. Alex kept going with even more enthusiasm. Wet slurping noises filled the room. I was fully hard now too, Kyle teasing my dick with every twitch he made. It wasn’t long before Kyle came a second time. He actually moaned out loud like a pornstar this time, and I inwardly kicked myself for not getting it on video. Ah well, we had four whole days to ourselves; as long as Kyle was a good boy this wouldn’t be his last blowjob of the week. Alex finally came up for air, licking Kyle’s watery cum from his lips. “You taste so much better than he did,” he teased. Kyle did his best to look indignant, but he was too spent to do anything more than huff. “Of course I do!” he said, wriggling around some more on my lap. For my benefit now, rather than writhing in pleasure. “You ready for round two?” asked Alex, pulling Kyle’s briefs back up and taking his place next to me on the couch. “Of the game, I mean… unless you’re chicken?” Kyle picked up his own controller and began to play. Chuckling, I shifted the boy off my lap and went back upstairs for some more work. They could have their fun now, I thought. There’d be plenty of work tomorrow. * * * To be continued… If you have any comments/suggestions/complaints, feel free to email me ail. Hearing from readers encourages me to write more; writing me will probably make next update faster! 🙂 I’d also love to hear suggestions and requests for humiliating and/or sexy things Mr. Burt can have the boys wear. I’ve got plenty of ideas, but a little audience participation never hurt!