Date: Tue, 30 May 2017 18:22:03 -0500 From: Jeff Moses Subject: Zebra Falls This is a work of fiction about first experiences in BDSM among 3 boys. No resemblance to real persons living or dead is intended. If you are underage, or if possession of this material is illegal in your area, leave now. In Zebra Falls, there are no sexually transmitted infections, but in the real world, please play safe--I don't want to lose any fans! Donate! Keep Nifty up, you gorgeous hunks! Authors retain rights to and title to their submitted works. (Please consult Nifty's submission guidelines for more information.) Zebra Falls My uncle owned a small store in Zebra Falls, a little town in Wisconsin farm country. When I was a kid, my mother used to take us out of the city and up to Zebra Falls for two weeks every summer to visit her sister--my aunt. The best part of the visit was playing with Scott and Gary, two brothers who lived next door. Gary and I were both the same age, and Scott was a year younger. Sometimes we played baseball or shot baskets--Gary and Scott had a post in their back yard with a basketball net--or we made up stuff. The summer I was twelve, Mom and I got to Zebra Falls pretty late, so I didn't get outside until the middle of the next morning. As soon as the screen door slammed behind me, Scott and Gary practically dragged me over to their yard and into the shed. The shed was our clubhouse, and a castle and a jail and a space ship and whatever else we needed it to be. "You gotta see what we made," Gary said, pointing to a small table. "Show him, Scooter!" Scotty crawled under the table while Gary picked up a board. Scotty's head popped up through a hole in the middle of the table. Gary slid the board under Scotty's chin and pulled me to the other side of the shed. "Here," he said, handing me a ping-pong ball. "Winner is the first one to get a ping-pong ball into his mouth." Scotty obligingly opened his mouth and I took my shot. "Lemme show you," Gary said. He took aim and tossed a ball. It hit the table and bounced toward Scotty, just missing his mouth. He handed me another ball. "Your turn." I tried to do the same thing Gary had done, but my ball hit the edge of the board under Scotty's chin and bounced right back at us. Scotty managed to catch Gary's next shot. Scotty pushed the board back and his head dropped down. "Okay," Gary crowed. "You guys swap places. Loser gets to be the target." Scotty crawled out from under the table and I took his place. Scotty pushed the board against my neck and took his position next to Gary. From this perspective, the view was a little scary, even though I knew we were only throwing ping-pong balls. Gary's first shot missed, and so did Scotty's. Gary's second shot missed, as well, and I was beginning to think I might be under the table for a while, when Scotty's ball went right into my mouth. "Perfect!" he shouted. I pushed the board away and spat the ball into my hand. Gary shrugged and crawled into place. Scotty took the first shot, and it was wide of the mark--so wide that I was pretty sure he'd deliberately missed. I missed, as well, even though I was trying to win. Scotty's second shot bounced off of Gary's forehead. My next shot actually bounced off Gary's lower teeth, so we had a debate about whether or not it should count as a win. We kept on like this until Gary and Scotty's mom called them in for lunch. Somehow that afternoon we got into wrestling. Scotty was a little smaller than me and a lot smaller than Gary, but he put up a pretty good fight. He had a secret weapon, too: he had a real knack for finding ticklish spots. We wound up pretty close to even, by the time we were all ready to get drinks. One other thing happened. While Gary and I were wrestling, we both got erections. For a moment, our cocks were rubbing on each other through our pants, and we both froze, staring at each other. Then the match continued, and I won, barely. Next summer, things were different. We started the ping-pong game again, and I lost. This time, when Gary put the board under my chin, he dropped a couple of bolts through the ends of the board, effectively locking it, and therefore my head, in place. "We got a new game," he announced, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his cock. Scotty's cock was out, as well. "First guy to shoot wins, Mike," Gary explained, as he and Scotty started jerking off. They were both right at the edge of the table, and it was pretty obvious that I was the target. I immediately closed my eyes. "Hey! I didn't agree to this," I yelled. "Better keep your mouth shut," Scotty laughed. "You gotta watch, so we know who came first," Gary added. Great. I carefully opened my eyes, hoping I could get them closed again before it was too late. Gary and Scotty both spit into their hands and kept pumping away. I noticed that Gary's strokes were slower than Scotty's. At one point, he started using both hands, running one, then the other, down his cock from head to balls. Scotty just kept pounding away with his right hand, so fast it was almost a blur. And I suddenly realized my cock was hard as well, trapped uncomfortably in my jeans. Gary won. I felt his stream of thick, white cum hit my forehead and start running down. I immediately closed my eyes, which was a good thing because Scotty's juice hit my nose just then. With my eyes closed, of course, I had no idea whose cum was hitting my face at any moment, but both boys had pretty good loads. Eventually, they stopped, and I cautiously opened my eyes. They were both grinning. "You are a mess!" Scotty laughed. "Wait a sec," Gary said. He turned away from the table, dug through the stuff in the shed, and returned with a small mirror, which he held in front of my face. Scotty was right. "Let me loose," I said, angry. But as I did so, a little bit of cum dripped into my mouth. "Oh, shit!" I spat, but some of the stuff was too far back, and I had to swallow it. "Let me out!" I yelled. "Okay, okay," Gary said. "It's not gonna kill you. Scotty's shot into my mouth dozens of times." But he pulled the bolts out as he spoke. By the time I was out from under the table, Scotty had a roll of paper towels and a canteen in his hands. "Here, Mike," he said, and he sounded sort of sad. I grabbed the towels and the canteen and started wiping the cum off my face. There was a lot of it, and I was pretty sure some of it got into my hair. "You guys are perverts," I snapped. "Bullshit!" Gary replied. "It's a fucking game is all. Don't be a crybaby." I tossed the paper towels at him, then jumped, and the two of us went down to the floor while Scotty pressed himself against the wall. "Hey guys, come on. Cool it!" Scotty said. "Say I'm not a crybaby," I snapped at Gary, holding his arms to the floor. "You ain't a crybaby, Mike," he replied, and stopped struggling. "Geez, man, get over it." "Loser goes under the table," I replied. "You lost!" "Did not!" "Did so," I said. "I'm the judge, remember?" "Yeah," Scotty agreed. "That's the rule." Gary looked at me for a moment. We both knew I was lying, of course. But he sighed. "Okay. You win. But we gotta take a rest so Scotty can work up more juice. Then I'll go under." "Fair enough," I answered, and released Gary. "Let us know when you're ready, Scotty." We sat around talking for a while. Scotty and Gary jacked off together a lot, they explained. Sometimes, they even jacked each other off. "You ever do that?" Scotty asked. "Jack off somebody else?" "Heck, no," I replied. "You ever let anybody jack you off?" Gary asked. "You guys are creeps," I announced. "Don't knock it 'til you try it," Scotty laughed. "Hey, I got an idea. Why don't we put Gary under the table, and I'll jack you off." I always came back from Zebra Falls jealous of Gary and Scott. I really wanted a brother. But if I got one now, it would be too late. I'd be all grown up before he could talk, almost. But for these two weeks every summer, we were like the three musketeers, or something. And even though my face was still crusty with come, it was sort of an initiation: really, really intimate. I didn't know how to explain it, back then, but I remember how it felt. "Yeah," I laughed with Scotty. "Sounds like a deal." Gary looked at the two of us, shrugged his shoulders, and crawled under the table. Scotty dropped the bolts in place. I suddenly realized that Gary could push the bolts out from under the table, which meant that I could have done that, too. Dumb-ass! "Wait a minute. We gotta tie his hands behind his back!" "Hey, yeah!" Scotty agreed, and grabbed some rope. "Fuck you," Gary said. But he didn't reach for the bolts, or anything. He just put his hands behind him, and in a few minutes, Scotty had them tied. I walked up to the table, as close to Gary's face as I could get, and unzipped my jeans. As soon as I pulled my underwear down, my cock sprang out. Gary's eyes widened. "Fuck, man. That's a pretty big cock. Look at that, Scooter." I hadn't really noticed before, but my cock was bigger than Scotty's, by a long shot. And it looked a little fatter than Gary's, maybe. Scotty spit into his hand again and started pumping my pole. "Slower," I said. Scotty obeyed. "Yeah, that's better." I grinned at Gary. I jacked off almost every night at home, but I'd kept my hands off during the trip, because I didn't think it would be cool to cum on my aunt and uncle's sheets. It was really strange, having somebody else playing with my dick. I suddenly realized my own hand was moving as if I was jacking off. Weird. I wanted to shoot all over Gary's face, of course. But I wanted these new feelings to last, as well. It was a dilemma. But the decision wasn't in my hands, so to speak. I held back as long as I could, but my cock got more and more sensitive. I put my hands behind my back, to help me resist the urge to take over from Scotty, who was doing a really good job. "You got a big dick," Scotty said, admiringly. "I hope mine gets that big." "It's what you do with it that counts, though," I said, through gritted teeth. Scotty's stroking was incredible: I was so close--I lost it. I squeezed my hands so hard they hurt. I let out a yell, and shot. It seemed to go on forever. Scotty was moving my rod back and forth, splattering cum all over Gary's face. To my surprise, Gary held his mouth open, and caught a lot of it. "Eat it, Gare," Scotty laughed. My last few squirts splashed onto the table, and I noticed for the first time that there were other spots on it as well, stains where the finish had been eaten away. I wondered if other boys besides the three of us had been doing this, and smiled. We freed Gary, Scotty ran into the house to get some pop, and we all sat around in a sort of a daze. "Wow," I said at last. "Yeah," Gary sighed. "I love jerking your cock," Scotty said, with admiration. From then on, playing with our cocks was a principal part of the day. And we came up with some pretty weird ways to do it. One was "confession." This one started the next day. I came into the shed and Scotty and Gary jumped me. Before I knew what was happening, my hands were tied and my pants were down to my ankles. Gary forced my tied hands above my head and Scotty jumped on a chair and tied them to the ceiling beam. They got my pants and underwear completely off and pushed a box between my legs, leaving my crotch wide open and vulnerable. Then, Gary confronted me. "I came first, asshole. Confess!" "You calling me a liar?" "Confess!" "Fuck you, man. Scotty came first!" "I don't think I did," Scotty answered, "but like you said, you're the judge. We think you cheated. Confess!" "What you gonna do?" I challenged. "Torture me?" "Yes!" they both said, happily. Gary pulled my t-shirt up and put the front of it over my head, so I couldn't see. "One more time, prisoner," Scotty said. "Who came first?" "You did!" "I don't think so," Gary whispered from behind my back, and he swatted my butt. "Ouch!" I yelled, mostly out of surprise. "Next time, you get two swats, unless you confess," Scotty said. "Who came first?" "You did," I repeated, and Gary hit my ass twice. It stung, but that was about all. "I think we oughtta double it," Scotty said. "Four swats, next time. Who came first?" "You did!" Gary spanked, and after four strikes, my butt was beginning to hurt. "Who came first?" Scotty asked, again. "You did." "Eight strokes, Gary!" This was getting painful, but I gritted my teeth, and we went around again. By the sixteenth stroke, I was ready to confess. But Scotty had a surprise in store, the little sadist. "Who came first?" I took a deep breath. I knew I wouldn't last for thirty-two strokes. "Gary," I muttered. "What? Speak up!" Scotty said. "Gary came first!" "So you lied?" "Okay, I lied." "Very well. Come over here, Gary. We need to decide how to punish the prisoner for lying." "Oh, no! Come on, you guys!" I struggled to get free, but they ignored me. I tried to listen to them, but all I heard were mumbles and snickering. They walked back to me. Scotty spit in his hands and grabbed my cock. Gary stood behind me. Scotty started pumping my dick, which responded pretty quickly, even though I was tied up--maybe especially since I was tied up. When I began to get into Scotty's hand job, it suddenly stopped, and Gary took over, tickling. He wasn't as good as his brother, maybe, but he found the spots on my sides and on my arms, near my pits. Pretty soon, he had me gasping and begging him to stop, at least until I caught my breath. He stopped. "Thanks, man," I gasped. Then Scotty went back to work on my dick. Those two fiends kept this up. I lost count of how many times I was tickled, pumped up, tickled again, pumped up again, on and on until was hanging by my wrists, exhausted. "Come on, guys, you win. What do I have to do? I'll do whatever you want!" "Good," Scotty said. "You cheated and got my brother into the table, so I think you should suck his dick." "What!?" Gary and I spoke at the same time. "I think you should suck Gary's dick to show him you're sorry." Scotty started moving his hand like he was pumping my dick, and I realized I couldn't face any more tickle torture. "Okay," I said, staring at the floor. They got me down, and retied my hands behind my back. I watched Gary take out his cock. "Come and get it," he said. I crawled over to him, with Scotty right behind me, and licked my lips--just because they were all dried out. Gary put his cockhead in my mouth, and I stroked it with my tongue. "Oh, shit! That feels good," Gary gasped. I leaned forward to get more of his cock in my mouth. At the same time, his cock began to grow. And so did mine. Slowly, awkwardly, I gave my first blow job ever to Gary. It wasn't long before Gary grabbed my head and started pumping for real. He went right past my gag reflex and came in my throat while I tried not to puke. By the time he went soft, I had stopped gagging. He pulled his cock back, and when the head got to my mouth, without really thinking about it, I followed it. For some reason, I didn't want to let it go away. "My turn," Scotty said, half-pushing Gary away and presenting his cock to me. What the hell? I took it. Like I said, it was smaller than Gary's, so I could pretty much deal with it without gagging. And he was ready to shoot. He didn't even try to hold back, he just pumped it out--more than his brother, I think. "Yeah!" he shouted. I just slumped to the floor. "Let me loose, guys, please?" Gary moved quickly to untie my hands, which felt almost numb, then stung as blood started to circulate again. I looked up to see the two of them staring down at me. Gary looked a little worried. Scott looked like he'd just seen something amazing. "You okay?" Gary said. He sounded scared. I nodded. "I admit it. You came first." "So...Scooter should have gone under the table!" Gary said suddenly, and grabbed his brother. "You wanna come?" A few minutes later, Gary and I stood side by side, working each other's cocks. I was more than ready to cum, so between us we covered Scotty's face pretty good. And made him stay in the table until it dried. *** A lot can happen to your body between 13 and 14. My voice started to change, for one. And I had a growth spurt. Same thing happened to Gary, but Scotty was a surprise. I just stared. "What?" he said. "You got big," I said. I moved my hands vaguely and pointlessly. Gary laughed. "He's weird, man. My little brother is weird!" "He got...muscles," I said, still sort of stunned. Scotty was a little taller, but still shorter than Gary and me. But his arms were way more developed than mine. And his neck and chest--you could see his chest muscles under his shirt, and his neck was thicker. "How much do you weigh, Scotty?" I asked. "One-twenty-eight. And I'm four foot nine inches tall," he said, proudly. "Hasn't grown an inch!" Gary said. "Have so!" Scotty challenged. He spun to face his brother. "Have so! Say I grew!" Gary looked a little uncomfortable, and nodded. "Okay, a little. I admit he grew an inch and--" He stopped, and I noticed Scotty's fists were clenched. "Two inches," Gary said. "Cool, huh?" Scotty crowed. I nodded. "Cool," I agreed. "Want to watch some TV?" Gary said, quickly. "Mom and Dad are gone 'til supper." "Let's go to the shed!" Scotty said eagerly, and started running. Gary followed him, slowly. "You okay, Gare?" I asked, as ! started to walk. "Yeah!" he said, a little too loud. What the hell? The shed was different. There were shelves, and everything was stacked or hanging from hooks, so there was more room. I noticed that our little game table was gone. "Come on, Gary! Show him!" "Scooter--" Gary started, but Scotty stopped him. "You lost, slave! Show him!" Gary sighed and got to his knees. "Yes, Master." "You lost the bet, didn't you, slave?" "Yes, Master." "Tell him, slave! Tell him about the bet and all!" Gary started to get up. "Keep kneeling, slave. Stay down there, face him and explain it!" Gary obeyed, looking pretty unhappy. "We had this bet. Every year we have this push-up contest. So last time, all of a sudden Scooter says instead of a week's allowance we should do something else, and the loser would be the winner's slave for the rest of the summer." He shrugged. "And Scooter won." "By how much, slave!" "He did twenty more than I did." I could believe it. Scotty looked like he could do pushups all day. I sure wouldn't have taken that bet. "Get your slave collar, slave!" Scotty said. He was really excited, putting on a show for the big city kid, I guess. Gary looked even more upset as he crawled to the shelves and took out an old dog collar. He faced Scotty and put the collar on. "I'm your slave, Master," he said. At least I was pretty sure that's what he said--he sort of whispered it to the floor. Scotty wasn't about to let him get away with that. "I didn't hear that, slave!" "I'm your slave, Master," Gary repeated. Scotty either didn't hear the hint of anger in Gary's voice, or decided to ignore it. "What do you want him to do?" he asked me. I didn't want him to make Gary do anything. I think I felt almost as embarrassed as he did. "Maybe we should make him bring us drinks," I said at last. Scotty nodded. "Great! But first, slave, kiss his shoes!" "Shit!" Gary said. "What did you say, slave?" The threat in Scotty's voice even scared me. "Yes, Master," Gary muttered, and bent down and kissed my shoes. "I'll get drinks," he said, standing quickly and hurrying from the shed. "What do you think?" Scotty said. "I trained him all myself." I wasn't sure what to say, so I just looked interested. "I had to torture him a lot, first." My eyes widened. "I got him tied up and tickled him. Once I tickled him 'til he puked, and made him clean it up." "How'd you get him tied--" "I'm a lot stronger than Gary, now. I'm on a wrestling team at school." I nodded. Scotty, I realized, could be a little scary. I wasn't sure I could take him, if it came to that. But then, Scotty wasn't my brother, so that wasn't going to happen. "So, how was school?" I asked, just to make conversation. "Pretty good. I got B's, mostly, except in Art. I don't know why they make us take Art. Art is dumb." "I like Art," I said. "Especially clay." "Clay?" "Yeah, like pots and ashtrays and I even made a tiger statue." "Sounds like girl stuff." "I'm better at it than the girls," I said. That wasn't quite true, but only one of the girls was really better. "You doing any sports?" "Swimming. I'm going to start diving this year." "Huh," Scotty replied. He didn't seem impressed. I bet he would be if he stood on the end of the high board. "Here you are, Master." Gary was back. He handed a can of soda to his brother, then gave one to me. "Don't drink until I say you can, slave!" Scotty opened his can and gestured at me to open mine. Then he took a long drink. "Sure is good, slave. How's yours, man?" "Good," I said. "Thanks, Gare." "You gotta call him slave. And you should thank me, 'cause he's my slave." "Thanks, Scotty." "You're welcome." He turned to Gary and took another big drink. "You may drink now, slave." The whole thing was getting really uncomfortable. Or maybe I was just feeling Gary's discomfort. I sure wouldn't want to be in his shoes for the rest of the summer. "Was, ah, were you ever Gary's slave?" I asked. "Once." Scotty frowned. "He was an asshole." He turned to his brother. "How does it feel, slave?" "I'm sorry, Scoot--Master. I said I was sorry." Scotty just snorted and took another drink. "My slave will suck your cock, if you want him to." "That's okay. I don't feel like it." "Okay." Scotty shrugged. "Want to watch while he sucks mine? It's okay. He's getting really good at it, aren't you, slave?" "Yes, Master." Gary sounded like he wanted to crawl under the floor. Scotty took his cock out and sort of thrust his hips. "Come and get it, slave!" Gary crawled over, opened his mouth and took Scotty's dick. It was pretty amazing. I wonder if I looked like that, sucking Gary. Scotty kept pumping away. "Take it, slave!" he said. A few strokes later, it was "suck my cock, cocksucker." Then he burst out with "Gimme your mouth hole, cunt! See, Mike? This is all he's good for, eating my cum!" and he pulled at his brother's hair and jammed his crotch against his face. Gary lunged forward and wrapped one arm around Scotty, forcing him to the floor, then jumped to his feet. "Fuck you, Scooter, you little shit!" Gary yelled, unbuckling his collar. "This is bullshit!" "Slave!" Scotty shouted, and I think Gary stopped, just for an instant. But then, he threw the collar across the room and stomped out of the shed. I turned back to Scotty, just in time to see him throw his soda can onto the floor and go running after his brother. I followed. They were on the kitchen floor, having an all-out fight. Scotty was stronger, of course, but Gary was fighting with the strength that comes from rage. "Hey!" I shouted. "Guys! Come on, cool it!" They ignored me, so I did one of those things you pick up from movies. I got to the sink and sprayed water on them. That worked. "What's going on, guys? You're brothers! Why--" "Brothers don't work that way," Gary shouted. "Brothers can be assholes!" This last he aimed at Scotty, who responded by lunging at him. "Hey! You guys want another bath?" I yelled. "There's water all over the kitchen!" Scotty said. "We gotta clean this up or our asses are in trouble!" And he leapt to his feet and hurried to the broom closet. "Oh, shit!" Gary said, and grabbed a towel and began wiping the kitchen table. I found a sponge by the sink and did what I could to help. It took about half an hour before things were back in order and mostly dry. "What the fuck, guys?" "I'm sorry, Gare," Scotty said. "Me, too, Scooter." "I don't know what happened," Scotty went on. "I just..." He shrugged. "I don't know," he repeated. "You went too far, maybe," I offered. "Well, duh!" Scotty replied. "But why?" "You were showing off, little brother." "Don't call me that!" "Come on, guys. It's over. Let it go." We stood for what seemed like an hour, the three of us, in the middle of the kitchen, just looking at each other. "Maybe," Gary said at last, "it's like we need a referee, or something. Like, I don't know, if there's three of us..." Scotty nodded. "It's a lot more fun when you're here." I nodded, as well. "All right, then. You two have both been bad boys. Get to the shed and get your clothes off." I followed slowly, to allow them time to start getting naked, while I planned my first move. When I came into the shed, I stood them back to back and tied their ankles. I tied a rope around their waists, then tied their wrists to that. I took Scotty's belt and wrapped it around both of their necks. "There. Now let's get down to business." I went to Scotty, first, still amazed at how hot he looked. I tied a rope around his cock and balls. He got hard almost immediately, and I could see his cock had grown, too. I passed the rope between his legs and Gary's, then tied Gary's cock and balls. I stepped back and walked around them. They weren't going anywhere. "You're a couple of fuck-ups," I growled. "Admit it!" "Yes, Sir," Gary replied. His cock was starting to swell. And so was mine. "We're fuck-ups," Scotty said at the same time. I looked around the shed and saw some green bamboo sticks in a bucket in the corner. I picked one up and tapped it against my leg while I circled my captives. I kept circling them, tapping lightly on their chests, and was surprised to see Gary gasp as red streaks appeared. Apparently, my taps hadn't been as light as I thought. So I laid the same sort of streaks across Scotty's chest. Then I worked on their legs a little. "P-p-please, Sir," Gary said. "I'll do whatever you say, Sir." "We both will," Scotty said. "Swear to? Swear to do exactly what I tell you?" "Yes, Sir," they said in unison. I untied them, then ordered them to lie down on the floor. I looked at them for a moment and the nastiest, hottest idea ever popped into my head. "Gary! Flip over, so you're head to foot." He obeyed. "Now suck each other's cocks!" Their reaction was disappointing: they went right to work, as if they'd done it before. They had, of course. Duh. I comforted myself by tying their legs to their outstretched arms. "Don't come! Either of you!" Scotty moaned. I took my own clothes off while they worked on each other. My dick was hard, too. "Stop!" I commanded, and untied them. "Kneel up! Both of you lick my cock." They scrambled to obey. It was beautiful, looking down at them as they maneuvered into position, slobbering all over me. I could feel myself getting near to shooting, but I wasn't ready quite yet, so I pulled back, just in time. "Stand up!" They obeyed. "Touch your dicks to mine." I put my arms around their shoulders, and ordered them to do the same. I thrust my dick against theirs, and they immediately got the idea. "Hey!" Gary laughed. "It's a cock fight!" "No hands!" I ordered. We wrapped our arms around each other's bodies, trying to pull each other closer. The pre-cum oozed out, and pretty soon we were all slick, sliding around each other, trying to get each other to rub just right against that just right place, which was impossible. We kept trying, though, until we all shot more or less straight up. It was like a cum fountain. After, we stood looking at each other, watching the cum roll down our bodies and drip to the floor. I dropped to my knees and licked some off of each of my pals. Then, they gathered up ropes and spread- eagled me so I was helpless in the middle of the shed while they showed me just how much that bamboo hurt. Once I had begged them to stop, Scotty grabbed a box and set it in front of me while Gary watched, clearly mystified. Scotty stood on the box and raised his right arm. "Lick my armpit!" he ordered. "Gare, swat him so he knows what happens if he doesn't do a good job!" It took one stroke across my already sore butt, and I was burying my face in Scotty's pit, licking like mad. Somehow, it was gross and turning me on at the same time. I did both of his pits, then he got off the box and offered me to Gary. Gary didn't need the box, and Gary was apparently using deodorant. But he couldn't take much licking: his pits were ticklish! After that, they stood and studied me for a moment. Then Gary smiled, and I shivered. He knelt down in front of me and began wrapping rope around my cock and balls. He did it carefully, pulling my junk away from my body, and my balls away from my cock. By the time he started wrapping the rope around my shaft, I was panting like I'd run a mile, or something. I wanted to cum, but somehow, I couldn't. At last, he stepped back and Scotty approached with the bamboo. He pressed it against my balls. "No!" I said sharply. "Too much!" "Shit," Scotty replied, but he stepped back. "How about this?" Gary asked, and began flicking my balls with his finger. "Oh, shit," I gasped. "Please, Master Gary, please don't do it so hard!" Gary responded by holding my balls in his hand and slowly squeezing them until I gasped, "Too much!" again. That became our signal, what I later found out was called a "safe word." They finished me off by untying just my cock and making me shoot, which was surprisingly unsatisfying, I guess because the rest of my junk was still wrapped up. But I did shoot into Gary's hand, and he made me lick it all off. They let me down after that. I untied my cock, and we grabbed some snacks from the kitchen. It was Scotty's turn, next. Gary and I whispered with each other for a few moments. Then, while Scotty watched, kneeling with his hands tied behind his back, we hung a piece of scrap pipe from the roof beam. We put Scotty on the box and tied his hands to the pipe so he could hang on to it, then pushed the box out from under him and tied his legs to a broomstick to keep them apart. Gary pushed him a little, so he was swinging. He was awesome, strung out like that. I suddenly had this strange desire to lick him all over. Instead, I tickled his feet. While I was doing that, Gary tied his cock and balls the same way he'd tied mine. When Scotty's breath turned to desperate gasps, I stepped back and watched his abdominal muscles flex. Then, Gary and I took turns torturing his balls. I was surprised at how much of that he took before he finally said, "Too much." Later, he claimed it was mostly because his arms were tired. Before we let him down, we each took a bamboo stick and went after his butt. I concentrated on his right cheek, Gary on his left. It was Gary's turn, next, and Scotty came up with a new torture. He grabbed the bag of clothespins from the kitchen. "Let's see how many we can put on him. We'll take turns, and whoever puts the last clothespin on, wins." "Wins what?" Gary and I said at the same time. Scotty thought for a few moments. "Gary's gotta suck the winner, and the loser's gotta suck Gary!" he said at last, smiling proudly. We went to work. I chose to put a clip on his ball sack. Scotty got one on his nipple, which wasn't easy. None of our nipples were sticking out at that age. I put another one on his sack; Scotty clipped the other nipple. We kept at it, until the skin on his thigh got so tight that one slipped off while I was putting another one on. Gary yelped. That was how we found out that taking the clothespins off hurt more than putting them on. By the time we were down to the last clothespin, Gary had them between his toes, on his ears, nostrils and lips, hanging off his underarms and even his poor, swollen dick. I put the last clothespin on the edge of his belly button--he had an innie. "Okay, Gare," said Scotty. "We're gonna let you loose." I looked at him in surprise for a moment, and they realized what that meant. I grinned, and we started untying him. As soon as his legs were free, he started moving them around to get the muscles loose, and clothespins started dropping off. We put the box back under his feet and untied his hands. The clothespins kept dropping off with every move he made--except for the ones between his toes and his cock and his ball sack and a few odd ones, like his ears. "We're going to be nice to you, Gary," Scotty announced. "You tell us which ones to take off next." That was fun. Evil, but fun. At last, it was time to for me to collect my "prize." I sat back on some boxes with my legs spread, and Gary got between them to suck me. Scotty, meanwhile, lay down on the floor so he could get to Gary's very tender equipment. I looked down at the two of them and gently rubbed my foot on Scotty's cock. We were all pretty pooped, by then, so we couldn't cum much. But somehow, it was the best moment of the whole afternoon. By the next summer, we'd all come up with ways to torture each other, so we decided to pull straws to see who would go first. Short straw, of course, got to be the loser. It was me. Scotty and Gary hung that pipe from the beam again, waist high. They spread my legs, then bent me over the pipe with my wrists tied to my knees. My butt was apparently the prime target. Gary straddled my head, leaned against my back, and went for my ass with...something. Something flat that stung. Something that was sort of like a slap, but kind of sticky and made a "whap!" sound. "What is it, slave? What am I hitting you with?" "I don't know, Sir." Whap. "Take a guess. I'm going to keep going until you figure it out, or give up." "A spatula for flipping pancakes, or something like that?" "Nope." Whap. "A board? Some kind of wood?" "Nope." Whap. "A tennis racket?" "Nope." Whap. Gary had to put a lot of his weight against back to get to some parts of my butt, which made my position even more uncomfortable. At the same time, he was rubbing his cock along my spine. He'd apparently picked up some technique over the winter: none of his slaps were overwhelming, but they kept building until I began to moan. "I give up!" "Ha!" Gary said, and held the mystery weapon under my face. Of course: a ping-pong paddle. Now, it was Scotty's turn. Thank goodness, he was standing behind me. He started tapping my butt with another mysterious toy. This one felt like hundreds of tiny pins, or something. It didn't exactly hurt, at least not until a few seconds after. Then it felt like I was sitting on wool pants, or something. "Steel wool?" "Nope." I figured it out, eventually, but my butt was really stinging by the time I did. "Is it a curry comb?" "Yeah!" Scotty said, while Gary applauded. Then he untied my hands, put my arms behind my back, and lifted my chin. My head was at an awkward angle, but Gary plunged his cock into my mouth and started fucking my face. I curled my upper lip over my teeth. Then I felt something weird on my butt. Scotty was smearing something around my asshole. What the fuck? I figured it out a few seconds later, when I felt a log trying to work its way in. Actually, it was just Scotty's finger, but hey! I was a virgin back there. "Just relax, man. It's like you were taking a shit, but backwards," Gary said. That didn't help at all, but Scotty kept working away at it, and eventually, he got it in. I can't describe the feeling, even now. It was almost as if he'd found a part of my body I hadn't known about. I guess he had. He kept moving his finger around until I relaxed some, then added a second finger. This time, it was easier to accept. The third was even easier--until I realized where he was going with this. In my head, his cock kept getting bigger and bigger until it looked like a baseball bat. Was it even possible something that huge would fit? Meanwhile, he kept pushing. I don't know how long he was back there, but eventually, I heard the sound I'd been dreading. His pants dropped to the floor. Gary had been fucking my face, then laying off and massaging my shoulders, then fucking my face again. I was almost relaxed when Scotty's cock slipped into my hole and I saw stars. Actual bright lights, sort of. I started to rear up, but Gary pushed my head down and Scotty pushed my arms up. I wasn't going anywhere. "You've shat bigger turds than Scooter's dick, man," Gary said. "Bigger than yours, anyway!" Scotty replied. I think he was talking about Gary's cock. It was true, sort of. I mean we've all dropped some pretty big loads, right? On the other hand, this was going in, not coming out. Scotty got in, then pulled part way out, then in again. Out definitely felt more comfortable than in, but after a few seconds, the pain eased up--I guess my butt muscles couldn't keep fighting any more, or something. I stopped fighting, and the guys eased up. Then something really surprising happened. All of a sudden, Gary got down on his knees and started sucking my cock. And my cock, I realized, was hard. Was it even possible that getting butt-fucked was turning me on? God! That meant I was gay, maybe. Duh. But I didn't like to wear dresses, and I didn't hate girls, or walk femmy or wear pink socks, or anything like that. My hair was even short! But then I realized that, except for jacking off, the only sex I'd ever had was with Gary and Scotty. And when I did jack off, I was usually thinking about Gary, or Scotty, or both of them. So maybe I was just gay for them, maybe. Of course, all these thoughts weren't neat and tidy; they came tumbling out all scrambled together, and it took me almost a year to unscramble them. Meanwhile, back in my body, Scotty rammed his dick further in than I thought possible, and I felt it pulsing. And then I felt my dick doing the same thing, while Gary, I swear, tried to swallow the whole thing. Gary flopped back on his back and pumped the last of his own cum out, and Scotty just laid on my back for a couple of minutes. We were both covered with sweat. Then he untied my hands, and I just hung over the pipe. Scotty peeled himself off of me and slowly pulled out. For a few seconds, my ass felt empty. Not just-took-a-shit empty, but...vacant, maybe. I felt him untying my legs while I just stared at Gary, thinking I never noticed just how hot he was: not muscle-y hot like Scotty, but more cuddly hot, if that makes sense. He also had a terrific asshole. Gary got the short straw next, and Scotty ordered him to get a bucket of water and some soap, and made him strip and then kneel in front of him and clean off his cock. "I want to fuck your face, slave!" he said. There probably wasn't a cleaner cock in Wisconsin by the time Gary was done. Scotty set some boards on concrete blocks. "Get in position, slave!" he ordered. Gary climbed onto the boards on his hands and knees, and I realized there was enough space between the boards for Scotty and me to stand between them. Scotty's cock was pressed against Gary's face. "Here," Scotty said. "Smear this on your cock and put some in his hole." While I did that, Scotty kind of petted Gary's back. "Mike's going to fuck you, slave. He's got a nice long dick, maybe longer than mine." Scotty looked at me. "You're only the second guy who's fucked him, man, so make it a good one!" It was kind of sweet for a second, then Scotty's voice turned harsh. "Lick my nuts, slave!" While Gary went to work on Scotty's nuts, I pumped my cock up and pressed the head against Gary's asshole. To my surprise, it opened pretty quickly. I almost fell, in fact. And then, I was in him. I can't describe how it felt. There's nothing like it, that's all. And I wanted to shoot so bad. But Scotty had just ordered Gary to start sucking, and I figured I should at least try to hold off a little. Scotty and I got into a sort of rhythm: he'd push, then I'd push, so we were kind of using Gary to do each other. Scotty looked incredible, almost of like one of those comic book heroes, with light from a crack in the ceiling sort of cutting across his chest. His eyes were closed, like he was in a trance, almost. I grabbed Gary's hips so I could pull myself in deeper. We started to speed up: it was time. Scotty squealed when he came. I don't know, maybe he'd always done that and I hadn't noticed, or maybe Gary had become the world's best cocksucker. Anyhow, that squeal was enough for me. I slammed into Gary and poured a couple of gallons of cum into him, it felt like. We cleaned each other up, then sat around for a while, just looking at each other. "You guys," I said at last, and I wondered why the hell I was about to say it, but I had to know, you know? "Am I...is this...are we gay?" Scotty fell over laughing, and Gary stared at me. "Ya think?" he said. And that was it. We were fags. And we lived in Wisconsin, and Gary had blond hair and Scotty's was brown and I was left-handed and I liked Art and Scotty didn't, and a whole bunch of other things that made us, us. I almost just wanted to hug them both, but Scotty was still lying on the ground laughing, so I did the next best thing. "Hey, slave!" I said. "Quit rolling around laughing and get my goddamn prick where it belongs!" "Yes, Master!" Scotty said, and he went to work with his mouth. "You two are both my slaves, now, understand?" Scotty pulled back just enough to say, "Neat, Master!" then swallowed my dick again. Gary looked surprised, but then he dropped to his knees, as well. "You still have that collar, slave?" I asked him. "Yes, Master." "Get it! And something for my other slave, too." "How'd you--Yes, Master," Gary grinned. He hurried over to the shelves, then came back with two collars. "Collar yourself, then collar my other slave," I ordered. Gary's collar was still a plain brown one a little more than an inch wide, but Scotty's was two inches, easy. And it had studs on it. I hoped he'd never ever take that thing off, it was so hot. The sight of it made my cock start swelling again. "Get those boards and the rope, slaves!" It took a while to get everything rigged up the way I wanted it, but eventually we made a table, sort of. The guys went sort of limp while they worked, but I stayed hard. I knew exactly what I was going to be doing. "Get on that table, slave!" I said to Scotty. "On your back!" I stood at the end of the table. "Get your slave mouth up here!" "I don't get it, Master," Scotty said. "Hang your slave head over the end of the table, stupid!" I snapped. "You!" I said to Gary. "Get some rope and tie him down!" "Oh, shit," Scotty whispered. "Silence, slave!" I said. I walked away from the table and came back with the ping-pong paddle and the curry comb. When Gary had Scotty tied down, I ordered him to grease up his ass and Scotty's cock. "When that slave is hot, I want you sitting on his dick, slave!" I said to Gary. I watched him work up Scotty's cock, then climb aboard. "Here's the deal, slave Gary. I'm going to fuck this mouth up here, and you are going to pump slave Scotty with your ass while you jerk off so I can watch." I shoved my cock into Scotty's mouth--not too far, just enough to give his tongue something to work with. Scotty's stiff shaft was obviously giving Gary a hard-on. "Don't you dare cum until I say so, slaves!" They both moaned, and I smiled wide. Gary kept pumping Scotty and himself, and I let my cock get deeper and deeper into Scotty's mouth. Then I picked up the curry comb and started tapping it on his tits. Gary looked at me and gave me a quick thumbs up. We went on like that for a few minutes, then I switched to the paddle and began working on Scotty's abs, making them a nice, deep pink. Then I went back to his tits. I could tell Gary was getting close, but I had no idea about Scotty. "Slave Scotty! Don't you come without permission!" I growled, and Scotty moaned and really started working my cock. That was all the clue I needed. "Pay attention, slaves! Are you ready to shoot?" Scotty groaned again. Gary picked up his pace on both cocks. "Yes, Master!" he gasped. "On my count! Ten Mississippi, nine Mississippi, eight Mississippi," and so on, I chanted, struggling to hold my own ejaculation back. "Three Mississippi, two Mississippi, one Mississippi, zero!" I let go! Gary's first shot rocketed out of him and splashed against my chest. He kept bouncing, but now it was because he was riding his brother's thrusts. I pulled my cock back and Scotty squealed once again. We grew up and went our separate ways. Gary took over his dad's shoe store in Zebra Falls, and I became a CPA. (Don't ever assume being a CPA is boring!) Scotty dropped out of college and drifted around the country getting tattoos and working odd jobs. Eventually, he was discovered by a pornography outfit, and now he's making a decent living, performing and directing. We still get together every year, but now I've got a much more elaborate playroom in my attic. I've also got two king size mattresses side by side, so we can all wake up in bed together.