Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2008 21:12:01 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: PAVANE

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.  The
author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of
Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff
and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of boys, youth and young men and once again they are
FICTIONAL. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me
coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.

MY STORIES (AND PARTS THEREOF) ARE GIVEN TO NIFTY AND ONLY NIFTY FOR
DISTIBUTION AS THEY WISH.......... IF YOU WANT TO USE ONE OR TWO ON YOUR
OWN HOME PAGE (OR WHATEVER) PLEASE ASK ME DIRECTLY.

Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY
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If you don't know what a PAVANE is check it out in Wikki along with KEITH
ROBERTS (author).  The book is still available from Amazon.co.uk and I even
ordered one for old time's sake. If you don't like fantasy and alternate
worlds don't bother.

 GCutter66@gmail.com





PAVANE



by



G. Cutter



The boys climbed the steep hill stopping at the half way rest stop to await
their parents.

'This place sucks,' Andy the eldest groaned as he fell onto a bench, his
feet were killing him.

'Concur,' his younger brother laughed. 'It's not even a castle, it's a
fucking ruin.'

'Most castles are, Dumbo and don't let mum hear you swearing,' Andy
cautioned his brother, Ben. 'Dad's got the hot and stickies for this place
after those time travel books. Middlebere Heath, Purbeck Hills, etc. etc.'
Andy grinned.

'Yeah, and Studland beach,' Ben laughed. Both boys wanted to go to Studland
and have a look at the nudists, the nudist gays in particular but once mum
had got wind of the place and it's reputation it had ended up very firmly
on the banned list.

'No chance.'

'Not until they get bored of dragging us around and then it's a tenner for
the day and get lost,' Ben pointed out.

'Maybe,' Andy looked at his fair haired smaller brother and laughed. Andy
was fourteen and dark favouring his mother but Ben was nearly thirteen and
the spitting image of their father, blond and cheeky with it. Both lads had
just started boy games with each other and were enjoying the experience
fearing for their life it caught but persevering all the same. They had
wanted to go to Scout camp this year but had finished up with their parents
on a Dorset fortnight.  A week on the Purbeck Peninsular and then a week in
Weymouth with relatives was the schedule and the lads were less than
enthusiastic, they'd rather be playing touchy feely in a tent with like
minded mates.

'There's a dungeon type museum just by the cottage we can look at when we
go back for tea,' their father spoke as he came into view tailed by his
wife. 'Maybe more to your liking, blood and guts.'

'How come the dungeon isn't with the castle,' Ben scowled.

'Harman's Cross dungeon,' Andy laughed. 'Especially for the tourists.'

'Maybe,' his dad grinned. 'It's optional,' he waggled two fingers at the
boys.

'Take it or leave it,' Andy supplied.

'That's the one... move on Children of Satan,' dad grinned and Andy smiled
back as did Ben. As fathers went he wasn't too bad apart from his fixation
with fantasty and the damn Purbeck Peninsular, every bloody nook and cranny
had a story to go with it.

Actually, Andy had read 'Pavane' which was a collection of loosely
connected short stories by Keith Roberts. He thought they were spooky and
maybe a bit silly but his dad had told him to keep the volume and read it
when he was older. Needless to say, dad was a collector of Keith Roberts'
books and some were very hard to track down as the author had died in
2000. Unfortunately Roberts had been like Michael Moorecock, far more
English than international.

After the short exchange they struggled onto the flat summit where the tall
stone walls and a few humps were all that remained of the original
castle. Andy looked around at the bare heath and the cars below like small
toys. It was a miracle how the castle had managed to succumb but cannon and
gunpowder had their way in the end. He tried to imagine the steam traction
engines running the moor as they had in 'Pavane' but it was too hot and
sweaty. Had it been a rainy November night no doubt the image would have
come, 'Pavane' was made for rainy night reading. An alternate time line and
not one we would have liked too much he thought as he admired his smaller
brother's tight bottom, Ben was risking life and limb peering down from the
heights. God, could this holiday be the one? As brothers they'd done the
usual boy's stuff but never really got serious. Andy was the adventurer and
Ben held back, maybe something to do with their age difference . Ben wanted
to play and Andy wanted to go the whole hog as he put it.

Fifteen minutes of walking around was all it took and their mother was
getting bored and making vague references to tea and then supper and then
bed. Andy looked at Ben and rolled his eyes, it was three in the afternoon
for God's sake. Mind you the earlier in bed the earlier fumbling, they had
got a room to themselves after all.

Their parents had rented what was called a cottage in Harman's Cross just
outside Swanage which faced the Channel. The place was small and the boys
were bunked in the lounge which they didn't mind as it was only for a
week. They'd brought their own car and with their father's obsession with
Purbeck they'd just about hit all the 'hot' spots in two days. The 'hot'
spots were places mentioned in Keith Robert's books naturally enough and
their dad was pigging out on fictional or fantasy history. He knew the
stories inside out and was gradually weaning the boys around to his hobby
but the emphasis was on gradually. Andy liked reading and he liked fantasy
novels but Ben was a heathen, he was still into comics. After the short
drive back they parked outside their place and walked over to what was
laughingly called the Burg Museum and paid their money. There was no tour,
they just walked in and down into a stone clad basement done up like an
amateur's idea of a torture chanber. It was about as genuine as a five
pound Rollex.

'What a con,' Dad muttered as he went around with his wife tailed by the
boys.

'An Iron Maiden,' Andy nudged Ben.

'Bet they're rubber spikes.'

'Gotta be genuine, that's why it's locked in a cage,' Andy peered throught
he bars in fascination. 'And a guillotine.'

'Bet it's fake,' Ben muttered.

'I hope so,' his father frowned. 'I don't like the look of that blade,' he
reached up to rap the strange looking blade with his knuckles and it gave a
odd echo. 'It's cardboard painted silver,' he grinned. 'At least someone's
got some brains.'

'Swiz,' Ben muttered.

'How's about the chair?' His father grinned. 'I could put you in that when
you get stroppy,' he then drifted around the room or dungeon with his wife.

'I could put you in that and do some very dirty things,' Andy whispered
patting Ben's tight bottom.

'In your dreams, sailor,' Ben giggled.

The boys looked at the other bits of so called torture equipment finding
ithemlacking to say the least. The London Dungeon they had also visited
would run rings around this place, there weren't even waxwork victims
writhing in agony in this one. There were a couple of chairs presumably to
strap victims in, a rack which was standard and a collection of thumbsrews
and whips. It looked like the village bobbies idea of a sex shop Andy
confided to Ben setting the younger lad off with the giggles.

'We can always pop in when it's closed and have a play around,' Andy
whispered.

'How do we do that, Brainiac.'

'Look at that silly window,' Andy pointed out the mesh window which didn't
even have a catch on it. 'Us London boys'd be in there in a flash.'

'If us London boys were nutcases,' his younger brother giggled.

Anorther ten minutes were enough although after Andy's remarks both boys
paid a little more attention to the two windows and both the inner and
outer doors. Security for yokels maybe but not for inner city kids. They
had no real reason to break in although pinching some thumbscrews would be
a buzz for showing off in class when school went back after the hols.

They had a snack tea and their parents took them down to Swanage for a meal
around eight, after that it was the usual routine of sitting around
watching the dodgy old television that went with the cottage.  At long last
and around eleven the parents decided to go to their room leaving the boys
in their snug, the lounge or sitting room with the strict instruction not
to put the televison back on. Their final instruction from their father
was; no raping and pillaging, no noise above a whisper on their little
radio and no noise from them. particularly Ben the Mouth.  The sweetener
was that after breakfast they would go to Bovington Camp just off the
peninsular and visit the Royal Armoured Corps Tank Museum.

'Bloody hot in here tonight,' Ben complained sitting in his briefs tuning
the radio into Kiss FM. 'I'm sweating like a piglet,' he grinned and
flapped his arms wafting his underam scent towards his brother.

'Fuck off,' Andy blatantly ogled Ben's nearly naked body. Pale, yes.
Skinny, yes. Sexy, oh yes. The only thing he daren't do was to make a grab
for Ben and have the kid start screaming the house down. He knew Ben had
certain limits and they were mutual fumbling and groping, watching each
other wank and most serious of all, a sly kiss but not on the lips. His
favourite recollection from the last time was kissing Ben on the side of
the neck and his brother moaning with pleasure, he was so near and yet so
far... his courage had failed him at the last moment.  What he should have
done was to press his brother into the bed and slid his tongue into his
mouth and gone for it - but he hadn't.

'There's a faint light on in that dungeon thingy,' Andy casually looked
across the narrow road. 'They must leave it on or forgot.'

'Caretaker will probably turn it off,' Ben grunted.

'You gotta be joking,' Andy laughed. 'The yokels are all in bed by nine or
out in the barn shagging their goats.'

'Or banging their sisters,' Ben giggled.

'Come on,' Andy said tugging on his camouflage trousers and looking down at
Ben who huddled into the bedding. 'Sod you then, I'll go on my own.'

'No...' Ben whined. 'Don't go on your own the place might be haunted.'

'Oh, come on, don't talk like a dick,' Andy grinned. 'It's pure Disney
World, Dorset style. It's a load of old crap... and it's easy to get into
'cos there's nothing worth nicking.'

Ben lay on the sleeping bags looking up at his brother dressing and as soon
as he saw Andy sit to lace up his trainers he gave in. 'Aw, alright then
but only for half an hour or so.'

'Yeah, right,' Andy grinned. 'A quicky.'

The cottage was totally silent and both boys stood quietly in the small
hallway looking at the grandfather clock. They grinned in excitement as the
relic quietly chimed the midnight hour. It was spooky as they stood in the
darkness and they gave exagerated shivers. Andy took the key from the
hallstand and they slipped through the front door silently and stood
surveying the poorly lit roadway. There was the dim light from the dungeon
across the way, there was an old transit parked down by the side but the
lads assumed that belonged to the next door cottage. Otherwise there was
silence and the only illumination was provided by a stree lamp of some age
down the street about thirty yards away.

'Ready?' Andy whispered.

'Yeah.'

'Go.' The boys made a dash across the road into the shadow of a dry stone
wall, their target was the other side of a dirt track that led God knows
where, the thing was they were now directly opposite the small window which
was higher than they thought. 'Come on,' Andy grabbed his brothers elbow
and urged him on. Both boys shot across the track which was more of a
pathway and huddled at the base of the dungeon wall directly under the
window. 'I'll bump you up as you're lighter,' Andy locked his hands to
provide a step for Ben.

'What if it's locked.?'

'Retreat,' Andy grinned. 'No harm done, but if it's open kneel on the sill
and give me a hoist up.'

'Right ho, Rambo,' Ben giggled and stepped into Andy's interlocked hands
and felt himself hoisted upto window level. He gave it a push and the quite
modern window swung open quite easily. He shuffled around on the broad
inner sill which seemed a pretty solid job and reached down for Andy's
upstretched hand. Two minutes later they were on the upper level of the so
called dungeon after closing the window again. They had the place to
themselves, no spooks and no ghoulies. In fact, the place was quite well
lit although the lights weren't the big strips of the daytime but smaller
circular ones on the wall presumably security lights.

'Come on,' Andy ran down the small flight of steps and stood in the centre
of the dungeon proper and flung his arms out. 'Here we be, all on our
ownsome.'

'Great,' Ben was beginning to get excited as well. It must be the
atmosphere of being in a forbidden place and a mildly weird one at
that... for weird read eerie,' he grinned at the thought. 'Let's strip off,
it's nice and warm. We can play torture.'

'Yeah, right...' Andy drawled making with his 'is this kid mad?'
voice. Secretly he was delighted, their own little love nest, maybe a bit
spartan but if Ben was in the mood so be it. 'OK, I'll play the victim, you
be in charge.' That sounded a good idea, it left the ball in Ben's court,
one of his dad's fave expressions.

'He he,' Ben giggled and immediately dropped to his knees and unzipped
Andy's camos. 'Take the shirt off... we're going nekkid,' he laughed
getting carried away with the ambience of the place and the fact that big
brother had put him in charge.  After that it was all systems go and at the
end of it they both stood naked and facing each other.

'What now, Master?' Andy grinned. He wasn't hard but could feel his cock
thick and heavy between his legs, he was on his way and so was Ben. He
could see the younger boy's noodle had filled out and was on the verge of
slipping free from his smooth pink hoody, it could soon be hello Mr Knob
time.

'Kiss me,' Ben's face was inches away from Andy's. 'I'm the Slavemaster, do
it.'

'Properly?'

'Yeah,' Ben croaked reddening.

'Right,' Andy grinned. He couldn't believe it, his kid brother must be on
magic mushrooms or sniffing glue. He leant in and planted a kiss on Ben's
lips and as the boy pressed back he kissed him again only firmer this
time. Andy drew back before he lost it and went for a full scale rape but
he had hardened up now, he could feel the warm night air on his exposed
glans and glancing down he wasn't the only one, both he and Ben were almost
totally solid.

'We've gotta try that again,' Ben drew away red faced and then
grinned. 'Let's try the stocks.'

'You forgot the magic word, Muppet.'

'Stocks, please.'

'No, you dummy,' Andy laughed. 'It's: Stocks, slave.'

'Do it,' Ben giggled and pushed his brother towards the wooden contraption
and then settled him in dropping the top bar imprisoning his captive's head
and hands. Ben walked around the back of his captive running his hands down
Andy's back cupping the warm smoothness of his tight buttocks and even
running his finger up the warm crack. Andy remained silent and Ben
contemplated making the ultimate move whilst his brother was held firmly
but he didn't dare. He gave the snowy white orbs a final gentle squeeze and
moved around the front to find Andy's cock perfectly stiff and jerking each
time his body was touched. This time Ben didn't hold back, he was on
familiar ground.

He stretched Andy's foreskin as far as he could until Andy moaned at him to
stop he then grasped the hot meat in one hand and slowly wanked until
Andy's glans became shiny and slippery.  'Nice one,' he murmured and kissed
his brother again, this time Andy couldn't escape and suffered the kiss
even opening his lips a little. He felt Ben;'s warm breath and the younger
boy drew away again. Stalemate, Ben was scared of making the first move and
Andy was unable to. 'You be the gaoler,' Ben's eyes dropped, he was turning
over the lead to his older brother. He lifted the top bar releasing Andy
who leapt free with a grin.

'Punishment Bench, you slave,' he cackled and pushed Ben onto a small bench
but with a back, he swiftly clamped a nmetal restraint around Ben's slender
neck and once Ben's hands were secured at the rear the boy was at his
mercy. 'Now, Rugrat, your doom is upon you.'

'Oooh...er,' Ben giggled.

Andy grasped his brother's hardon and moved the loose skin up and down and
as Ben achieved full hardness he repeated the boy's trick, he pulled the
foreskin over the stiff inner until Ben whimpered for him to stop. Ben
couldn't move and was astonished and closed his eyes as he felt Andy's lips
on his belly and then... Jeeezus. Ben groaned with his mind in a turmoil,
he'd just felt Andy's wet tongue slip across his glans and then shock and
horror. Andy's hot mouth descended taking in the younger boy's twitching
penis.

'You like that little one?' Andy glanced up his brother's rounded belly.

'Yeh,' Ben croaked with his face aflame but Andy seemed unconcerned as he
repeated his move and held Ben's tight nuts as he began to slide his lips
up and down the boyish erection sucking and tickling the gleaming knob with
his tongue.

'All the way today.'

'Tonight you mean,' Ben tried to fuck upwards into Andy's mouth but Andy
was too smart for that. he was playing the slowly ,slowly game. He'd made
the first move and now it was time for a little payback . Ben spoke
again. 'The chair would be more comfortable, this thing around my neck is
sore.'

'OK,' Andy undid all the clamps and guided his shaking brother to sit in
the armchair style wooded object which didn't have a neck clamp but did
have arm clamps fitted. He smiled down at Ben as he worked the stiff iron
hooks so that they fitted over his brothers arms holding him secure. He
also fitted the ankle straps just in case Ben decided to start buggering
around. The kid was secure and Andy moved onto stage two. He knew Ben
hadn't thought this one out and was rather pleased with himself. It was
payback time for real, Ben was captured.

He played with Ben's stiff noodle a little more and then got up and knelt
on the seat of the chair with his knees either side of Ben's

'What...?' Ben tried to speak but he found Andy's semi erect penis rub
across his lips. 'Sod off...' He realised his mistake as Andy pinched his
nose and slid the end of his cock in. Ben couldn't close his mouth, he had
to breath and even if he wanted to nip Andy he daren't, he was strapped
into a chair... anyway, his brother's cock didn't taste all that bad. He
gave it a tentative lick and then a little suck and he was lost as he felt
it harden up in his mouth. Andy gently stroked his kid brother's ears as he
felt Ben's hot wetness and then the suction as the boy began to get into
it. He didn't know if Ben had thought of the end result of all this play
but he was on a roll and wanted to keep going. This was the chance of a
lifetime.

'Do you want to try something really heavy. Ben?'

'Heavier than this?' Ben allowed the hardness to leave his mouth and slip
against his cheek.

'Yeah,' Andy got from the chair and leant in to kiss his brother and this
time the kiss came back, not strongly but it was early days yet. 'All the
way.'

'What... shag, fuck,' Ben squealed.

'Yeah.' Andy undid the clamps and let Ben get to his feet. Once again he
guided his bemused brother but this time to the guillotine platform keeping
well clear of the blade. It maybe cardboard but if it fell he'd probably
have a heart attack carboard or not. 'We do each other,' Andy pressed on,
he knew Ben was interested, the kid was as hard as a chocolate frog and
neither had cum yet.

'Could have chatted me up in bed,' Ben grumbled and then grinned. 'Hell of
a place for our first shag.'

'You want to then?' Andy was delighted.

'Got to haven't I?' Ben looked at him and giggled. 'You'll keep on forever
else... but, stop if I tell you and I get my go after.'

'Natch,' Andy smiled and ruffled his brothers blonde hair, not only had Ben
taken up the offer right out of the blue but also automatically accepted
that he'd be the first bottom in their pairing. It was getting better and
even if this place was the pits it was now or never.

'You're supposed to have something slippery,' Ben's voice shook. Andy
grinned, the kid wasn't that dumb. He played the thicko but he knew what
lube was or what it was for, he must have been talking dirty with is little
pals.

'I'll put some spit on,' Andy grabbed Ben's elbow and dragged the resisting
boy to the stone floor. Thank God the place wasn't that cold but he pulled
their clothing over and spread it beneath them. 'Just crouch like a dog,'
he whispered and stopped himself from aughing in time. Ben was on a fine
wire and cracks about going doggy or worse still 'be my bitch' wouldn't
help. 'Slowly,' he whispered and parted his brothers cheeks gazing at the
virgin circular muscle of his brothers bum for the very first time. It was
a bit of a let down, a circular pucker of wrinkled light brown skin with a
smooth inner that displayed blackness as he spread Ben's smooth and soft
cheeks. He licked his finger and drew it across the smooth surface.

'Ooooh.' Ban warbled.

'Alright?'

'Yeah, just a bit of a shock,' Ben giggled and wriggled his little
fanny. Andy, emboldened by the slightly slutty move dribbled saliva onto
two fingers and then rubbed them directly onto Ben's ring and gently
pushed. He felt a finger broach the tight flesh and then the interior
warmth of Ben's body. He was actually inside his kid brother and the brat
wasn't saying a word. He pushed in a little further and was rewarded with a
little moan but not one of pain. He felt Ben's little ring clamp on him and
then ease and then miracle of miracles, Ben pushed back onto the
probe. Andy moved his finger in and out feeling Ben's flesh cling to him
until he pulled it free and re-applied some more spit. His dick was so hard
and he could see a shiny smear, he was dribbling. 'Go on, Andy.' Ben
muttered. 'Give it a go but nice and slow.'

Andy smeared spit onto his gleaming and almost sore glans, positioned it
and pushed.

'Jeez,' Ben jerked and tried to move away but Andy held the boy's hips and
pulled him onto his assault. His erection jerkily entered Ben's tight
little arse and Ben wriggled trying to escape but it was no good. Andy was
now firmly lodged in the incredible heat and tightness and no way was he
retreating. 'Aaaah... Andy, it hurts,' Ben wailed.

'Don't be a baby,' Andy ignored the pleas and pushed in further and then
felt an easing as his precum kicked in providing just the little extra
lubrication needed. It was smoother now and getting slicker as he began to
move and Ben's sobs ceased. 'You alright, kid?'

'Just,' Ben sounded tearful but he'd stopped trying to pull away now and he
seemed to relax as Andy got into a regular movement, a steady in and out
until Andy finally felt his smooth belly nestle against his younger
brother's bottom. 'Is it in?' Ben's voice shook.

'Cheeky,' Andy chuckled and grasping his brother's hips started to slowly
move in and out, more of himself at every move until he was pulling out his
complete four inches until he felt himself slip out. He slapped back into
Ben's still gaping hole in spite of Ben's groan. He could feel the familar
wank heat upon him and redoubled his efforts. 'Ben... Ben...' he moaned and
with one heavy slap buried himself to the hilt as he felt his cock jerk
inside Ben's warm gut. The absolutely incredible sensation of actually
voiding his essence, his life force into someone's body nearly made him
faint. All the same, with his head spinning he clung to Ben pressing him
onto the strewn clothing as he seemed to pump his juices forever. At last
it was done, he stirred his limpening cock inside his brother or rather his
lover and kissed the back of the younger boy's neck.

'Geroff, you're squashing me... and I'm, all messy,' Ben mumbled and Andy
carefully withdrew. Before Ben could say anything or stop him Andy spread
the boy's slippery buttocks apart exposing Ben's slightly red and puffy
hole and gulped as he saw a dribble of cum oozed from the now closed
hole... his cum.

'Alright?' He asked a bit belatedly.

'Gonna fuck you for that,' Ben looked up, down, anywhere than at Andy. 'You
fucked me good,' he suddenly giggled. 'Let's get out of here, I need a
bog.'

'Hold up, bro,' Andy grabbed Ben's arm.

'What?'

'You get you're turn in bed, alright,' He clasped his brother and kissed
him fully on the lips. This time there was no mistake, Ben kissed back and
their lips and teeth parted. Red faced and sweaty they exchanged spit and
their tongues danced. They'd fucked, they may as well go the whole nine
yards now, there was no going back.

'Well done. boys,' an ironic voice came out of the blue.

'Shit,' Andy looked around in alarm and clutched Ben who had gone into
shock.

'Indeedy,' the tall figure of a man emerged from the darkness at the top of
the staircase. In their lust the boys had failed to spot the inside door
had been opened and they'd been watched, how long the guy had been standing
there was anyon'e guess but he barred their only means of escape... plus
they were still naked and standing there like a pair of startled girls.

'Sorry... we were just going,' Andy tried to be bold.

'I don't think so,' the man came down the steps and the boys saw that he
had a rentacop uniform on, something like a car park attendant, what was
more ominous however was the fact that he was holding a nightstick like a
regular copper. 'Names?'

The boys answered and underwent a minor interrogation but the guy wasn't
really interested and both of them could see that. He had other things on
his mind and the fact that he had watched their coupling without
interfering indicated where his interest lay, they were in deep shit.

'You, short stuff,' he prodded Ben with his stick. 'Tie your brother upto
the cage... spreadeagle.'

'Spreadeage?' Ben still looked to be in shock.

'Like this,' Andy stood against the cage with his legs parted and arms
outflung. 'Humour him, Ben.'

'Yeah, you do that,' the man gave Ben a prod with his nightstick in the
centre of his belly. 'Now, fuckin' Shortarse, not later'

'Alright, alright,' Ben gasped and rubbed his belly. He grabbed the short
ropes that their captor had slung from a collection of junk on the
table. Their captor also found a black ariel about two or three feet long
which he swished through the air. 'Hurry up, blondy.'

Ben completed his task, the ties weren't very good but Andy wouldn't be
freeing himself in a hurry. The uniformed man calmly introduced himself as
Carl and pushed Ben to the floor alongside his brother, as he was in excess
of six foot and built like a brick shithouse he didn't have too much
trouble in loosely roping Ben by the ankles and wrists and standing back he
grinned at them both.

'I'm not going to keep you here too long, young men do need their beauty
sleep after all.'

'Let us go then,' Andy scowled.

'Naughty, big bro,' Carl sneered. 'Bad boys need to learn the error of
their ways, wouldn't you agree.'

'Let us go,' Ben pleaded from the floor.

'You're geting boring,' Carl removed his uniformed jacket and then slowly
disposed of the rest of his clothing leaving him standing in his cap and
jockey shorts.

Andy thought he had a good body, beach bum type or surfer maybe and
probably in his early twenties. He was a good looker but the cap and
jockey's made him look ridiculous and if he hadn't been tied he'd have
burst out laughing. Andy tried to look away but his eyes were drawn to the
bulge in Carl's underwear, the bloke was enormous and he prayed that Carl
didn't get it into his head to raope young Ben, he'd split or damage the
kid internally. They were in deep doo-doo and when Carl removed his cap and
dropped his jockey's allowing his turgid meat to drop Andy's hopes
fell. This young man was seriously in heat, his cock was drooping fully
extended at around seven inches and already it's shiny glans was protuding
from it's foreskin.

'Come closer, Shortstuff,' Carl moved over to Andy and forced his lips
against the youngsters, to his horror Andy felt Carl's tongue slide into
his mouth and his penis begin to harden. 'Suck it,' Carl ordered but he was
talking to Ben. Ben just lay there until Carl grabbed his short hair and
dragged him into position. 'Do it.' Ben obeyed. Carl grinned as Ben started
and resumed kissing Andy and Andy groaned in frustration, he knew there was
more to come.

It went on for a bit until Carl tired or came onto his end game. He made
Ben untie his older brother and retie him only this time belly down onto
the floor with his hands tied back to the cage. Andy moaned, he'd suddenly
realised that Ben wasn't the randy intruder's target, he was and Carl was
now at full stretch slick with Ben's saliva. He was simply enormous,
neither Andy nor Ben had seen any grown up erections apart from magazines
but this was the Mother of all Dongs, the bloody thing must have been seven
or maybe now eight inches and already Carl was dribbling a semi opaque
whitish liquid from his pee slit and Andy knew it's name, precum, nature's
lubricant.

'It's time,' Carl grunted laying Ben on the floor alongside his
brother. He'd untied Ben's wrists but left his ankles secured which Andy
reckoned was a good sign for Ben although not for himself.

'Again,' Carl waggled his stiffness at Ben and Ben started to suck
again. Andy groaned, his kid brother was as hard as a rock, the brat was
getting off on sucking the monster cock. 'Do not interfere or even try or I
shall hurt your brother... get it?' Carl stared at Ben.

'Yeah,' Ben croaked, he had a damn good idea what was about to happen and
privately thanked his own version of God that it wasn't going to be him.

Carl hoisted Andy's hips up, got between his legs and gently stroked up and
down the boy's sweaty body and then dived.

Andy moaned and wriggled as he felt hot breath on his crack and as it was
parted he felt slippery wetness as Carl's tongue bathed and lubricated his
hole.

'No, no,' he moaned.

'Yes, yes,' Carl laughed and spoke to Ben. 'Lay with your big bro and
comfort him.'

'Comfort?' Ben asked about five minutes behind the plot as usual.

'I dunno, kiss him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear... I don't fuckin'
well care,' Carl snarled and dived his head again this time really
spreading Andy's tight little buttocks and sucked and slobbered some
more. Suddenly Andy jerked, he'd been expecting some sort of fingering or
loosening but Carl hadn't read the same stories. Andy screamed and had his
mouth promptly covered as he felt an intense presure on his pucker and then
it opened up with a jerk and he felt the stretch and volume of a mass enter
him. Carl had taken his virginity and he wasn't messing around, he shoved
in around two inches and then started to brutally fuck his way into Andy's
tender bottom. Andy moaned and cried out but now Ben's lips were on his and
Ben was comforting him as the surfer dude on his back made merry.

Carl was slow and gentle by his own standards but he was used to using and
abusing hunky eighteen year olds not underdeveloped fourteen year old kids
and Andy was a virgin or he had been until that point. Andy tried to relax
but there was no ignoring the massive lump of hot cock slowly filling his
body and the weight on his hips, he was getting fucked and there was
nothing he could do about it.

'Aaaah,' he clutched the short ropes and held tight, he found that if he
pushed up just a little pressure seemed to ease.

'That's better,' Carl whispered. 'Push out against it, it opens the
muscle.'

'Fuck off,' Andy croaked but Carl just laughed and steadily pressed on
feeding more and more of his hot cock into Andy's aching arse.

'Carl,' Ben pleaded. 'You're hurting him.'

'He hurt you.'

'No he didn't,' Ben cried. 'He was gentle.'

'So am I,' Carl grunted now moving harder and deeper and savouring the
tightness and heat around his cock. The kid wouldn't suffer too long as he
felt like cuming already and was actually fighting it off. 'Nice,' he
rammed in again and felt his bushy fair haired pubics press against Andy's
soft flesh. It was all in and now came the shag,

'Oh, my Gawd,' Andy moaned. He knew Carl had bottomed out by the weight on
him, the mass inside and the body heat pressing against him but now it
began. Carl put his hands flat either side on the cold stone floor and
connected to his prey only by his hard sex began to move his hips up and
down.

Ben moved back a bit and watched the slippery pale flesh slide in and out
of his brother faster and faster and at the end when Carl began to slap
against Andy's submissive body he really cried for his brother.

'Here we go,' Carl grunted and thrust into the soft body beneath as deep
and as hard as he could. He heard Andy expel air but it was over. Carl
groaned and closed his eyes as he felt his pent up passion explode in
creamy gouts of thick cum inside Andy's body.

The boy moaned and cried out as he felt the monster cock seem to swell
within him and then the incredible sensation of wet stickiness shoot into
his gut. The hot spunk flooded him and he felt it inside his thighs as Carl
came and came and came. It was a climax and a half as Carl would tell some
of his mates later. The cum of a century and it was all surging and
splattering into the quivering schooly impaled on his dong on a stone floor
at two o'clock in the morning.

'All over,' Carl whispered and kissed the back of Andy's sweaty neck. He
slowly withdrew watching fascinated as his cum bubbled from the kid's
gaping hole which slowly closed. No blood, no shit, good news... no damage
done apart from injured pride.

'Untie him and fuck off,' Carl stood and wiped his dripping penis with a
cloth.

'That's it?' Ben squeaked indignantly.

'You want more?' Carl waggled his softening penis.

'Shut up, Ben,' Andy groaned and tried to roll over. 'Untie me.'

'Yeah, do that,' Carl grinned feeling very pleased with himself. 'Then
vamoose, go, toddle away... fuck off.'

The boys silently got themselves sorted out and got dressed. It was time to
leave and Carl now back in his fancy dress escorted them from the building
locking it up after them. 'I know where you're staying, so keep out of my
way,' he hissed as he got into the old Transit that they'd noticed
earlier. The boys wisely remained silent as Carl started his engine and
drove off leaving them in the dark to contemplate their woes.

'How's your bum?' Ben asked looking at his brother with concern.

'Sore, you prick,' Andy suddenly laughed. 'I need a good clear out.'

'So do I,' Ben giggled and after a careful look around they scurried across
the road. It was over.

The one and only consolation of the night was that the house was silent and
as he replaced the key on the hallstand Andy thanked God for that. He
warned Ben to keep absolutely quiet and went to the toilet, luckily there
was one downstairs and one up in the bathroom. He soothed his bum with some
warm water from the handbasin and carefully dried the puffy flesh off. Good
as new, he thought wryly returning to their lounge cum bedroom and laid out
on the sleeping bags.

'Alright?' He turned to face Ben in the dark.

'Yeah, still in shock,' Ben giggled. 'He was hugio, did it hurt?'

'Yeah, at first but once he was in it was just sorta aching.'

'He would have split me,' Ben commented.

'That's what I was afraid of.'

'Yours was alright when you did me,' Ben whispered and rubbed up against
Andy and the boys hugged each other tightly. They were safe now, mum and
dad were upstairs and one call would bring them running. Never mind, Carl
if that was his name was away with the Purbeck pixies by now.  'We never
finished our deal.'

'What was that?' Andy smiled in the dark as he reached down grasping Ben's
hot and very hard cock. The kid was ripe and he did have a debt to pay. You
didn't welsh on your brother, you might fuck him but that was something
else.

'You know,' Ben laughed softly and Andy felt the boy's warm breath on his
chest. 'Can I tell you a top, top secret? Ultra secret I mean... you've got
to promise not to laugh or take the micky.'

'I wouldn't do that, kiddo. We're brothers. United we stand and all that
crap.'

'OK,' Ben paused and seemed to take a breath. and Andy felt the boy's
breath now on his neck and the nuzzle of dry lips on his throat. 'I liked
it when you did me, it was a bit painful at first but great in the
end. When you cum I nearly squirted myself.'

'So, you'll let me do it again?' Andy tilted Ben's head up and klissed him
softly on the lips perfectly natural now after the events of the night.

'Yeah,' Ben mumbled. 'There's some nice sun tan stuff on the table, wanna
experiment?' He asked hopefully.

'What fuck you?'

'Bonk's the new word,' Ben laughed. 'Then I can bonk you.'

'Yeah,' Andy giggled. Hus sore bum and his shattered ego were forgotten as
he felt about on the table and found the tube. Snuggling back into the
bedding on the floor he found Ben was already laying on his belly with his
legs splayed. 'Beautiful,' he kissed his kid brothers soft bottom.

'I've washed it,' Ben said hopefully.

'Say no more, bruver lover,' Andy dropped his head and ran his tongue the
length of Ben's crack from the bottom round down upto his tailbone and felt
Ben quiver. 'You like that, Benny?'

'Yeah,' the muffled reply was hardly audible but Andy went for the
jackpot. He did exactly as Carl had, he knelt between Ben's spread legs and
dragged a pillow under elevating the boy's arse. Spreading the tight white
cheeks he dived and began.  Ben twitched and trembled as he felt his
brother's tongue lap and probe at his ring but he shoved his bum upwards
all the same. He was opening up and exposing more as Andy's tongue reamed
and rimmed. 'Put it in, Andy... do me,' he sobbed feeling his boy fanny wet
and driping with saliva. 'Plug me... fuck me silly,' he sobbed into the
pillow.

Andy grinned from ear to ear. 'Talk dirty to me, Benny boy,' he whispered
rubbing his swollen glans across the slippery hole. 'What do you want.'

'You,' you,' Ben wailed shoving his little bottom right up in the air
nearly creaming as he felt Andy's slick glans slip across his pucker. 'Fuck
me deep and hard, shag me nasty.' He bit the pillow, he couldn't think of
anything else to say to turn his big bro on. 'Cream me, squirt your spunk
in my belly.' He rested on his forehead with his arse in the air and
reaching back pulled his cheeks apart as far as he could. 'Aaaaaaah...'

Andy closed his eyes and gently pushed entering Ben's heat, the kid was so
tight and his flesh almost seized and gripped as he slid in halfway and
grabbing Ben's hips began to fuck deep and hard as requested. Ben subsided
onto the bedding and Andy shoved up close speading the boy's legs as far as
he could. He wanted to get inside Ben totally, blend or meld into his
brother but that was impossible, it was a dream. He slid in and out of
Ben's tight little muscle faster and faster then suddenly he slid free.

'Aaaaaaw, whassup,' Ben cried out.

'Shurrup,' Andy's hands covered his brother's mouth and he rolled him
over. He'd seen this one in a magazine and it had just surfaced in his
mind. He made sure Ben's bum was on the pillow and then raised the boy's
knees to his chest. 'Now for a fuck,' he whispered. 'And for fuck's sake
keep quiet.'

'Put that hot cock in as far as it'll go,' Ben clutched his brother and
sighed contentedly as he felt Andy's smooth and slippery meat fill his hole
once more. 'Now that is nice,' he grinned in the dark as Andy's lips met
his and the older boy started to shag again. Ben was in heaven, he let his
legs rest on Andy's back and lightly held his brothers hips as they moved
up and down. His brother's juvenile four incher felt like a log in his
belly and a hot fleshy one at that and the climax was a wowser. Considering
all young Andy had been through his cum was a wonderful thing. Ben squirmed
and gasped into Andy's mouth as he felt the hot squirts of slime in his
belly and the throbbing of the youthful meat as it sent surge ofter surge
of juicy boy spunk deep into his belly.

Andy slipped free tiredly, he was still a bit sore from Carl and he had no
intention of letting Ben shag him but...

'God, that was soooo nice,' Ben sighed. 'Don't tell anyone,' he added
hurriedly.

'My turn to talk dirty, bro,' Andy kissed his brother's ear and flickered
his tongue into the hole. 'I wanna suck your fat cock until you cum in my
mouth. Thick, creamy kiddy juice and then I'm going to swallow it and suck
and suck until you're a husk.'

'You sound like a pervy vampire,' Ben giggled but he was attempting to move
up on the bedding. 'Go on then.'

'Right,' Andy kissed down Ben's narrow torso until he came across the boy's
jerking penis and then swallowed it whole. His nose rubbed against Ben's
sparse pubics as he bobbed his head up and down on the sweetmeat.

'Ben...'

'Aaaw, don't stop,' Ben cried out in frustration.

'You can fuck me later when my bum feels a bit better.'

'Right,' Ben giggled. 'Get on with it, I'm gonna pop.'

Andy went down again, he knew perfectly well Ben was ready, the kids balls
had just about disappeared and his junior peg was as hard as a brick, it
could be a good one. He reached around clasping the boy's soft bottom and
almost devoured Ben as he sucked and gobbled on the kid's straining penis
and then Ben went. A strangled squeak , a thrust and then squirts of sweet
and sour exploded in his mouth. Ben excelled himself and Andy grinned
around his brothers spurting cock as he swallowed and tasted the sweetness
of brother spunk. At last he squeezed Ben's foreskin over his pee slit
extracting the last little cloudy white dribble.

'We keeping clear of the dungeon tomorrow?' Ben whispered as they snuggled
in the warmth of their sleeping bags. 'I don't want to bump into that wally
again.'

'True,' Andy cuddled the warm body of his smaller brother. 'We can try
another adventure tomorrow night.'

'Oh, no...' Ben wailed.

'We can see how many fucks we can get into each other between bedtime and
that bloody newspaper boy making his fuckin' noise.'

'Sounds good,' Ben giggled. 'So does the newspaper boy come to think of
it.'


				  THE END


This was another one suggested in part by a 3DSim set on 'anonib.com'. The
set is available with my 'Surrey Summer '83' pictures.

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