Part 5
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  By TopLegal
  
  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
  
  (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Hearing
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  We all got dressed up for court the next morning. Dad had taken
  the day off and all four of us: Dad, Lane, Kyle, and myself, were
  dressed to the nines in nice suits. The courthouse was in the main
  street in the small town we lived outside of. Dad's attorneys had
  an office that looked out on the courthouse
  
  The sign on the door read "Peters, Peters & Peters, Attorneys at
  Law".
  
  A perky, middle-aged receptionist greeted us: "Thompson?"
  
  Dad responded, "yes."
  
  She responded, "Jorg will be with you shortly."
  
  We sat down in the waiting room. My heart was racing as I found
  myself quite nervous and afraid I was perhaps not doing the right
  thing with this adoption. A handsome twenty-something gentleman at
  least 200 cm tall with stunning blonde hair stepped out of an
  office and approached our small group.
  
  "Jorg Peters," he said introducing himself, "my father was called
  away just a half-hour ago on urgent business. However, he briefed
  me fully on this matter." Turning his radiant blue eyes my
  direction, he continued, "You must be Rafael."
  
  All I could think is, "How may I suck your cock?" Instead, I
  managed a nod and a smile.
  
  "Nervous," Jorg asked, I nodded slightly and he assured me that
  there was nothing to be concerned about. We headed back into the
  younger Mr. Peters' office and reviewed several documents as well
  as a facsimile communique from the Spanish embassy regarding the
  impact this adoption would have on my dual citizenship: none as
  far as they were concerned.
  
  At 0955, we walked downstairs and across the street to the
  courthouse. Judge Michael Penfield was presiding. A handsome
  forty-something black man, Judge Penfield immediately recognized
  my father and warmly greeted him. "Jim, what brings you to my
  courtroom?"
  
  Dad spoke up, "Just some family business."
  
  "As long as it is good things," the Judge responded.
  
  The court crier started the session and at Jorg's request the
  courtroom was closed for the adoption hearing. Jorg presented the
  motion papers required under our state law and Judge Penfield
  questioned me, Jim, and the boys, each separately in chambers. The
  process took about an hour and a half. Finally, after speaking
  with Kyle, the Judge came back into the court.
  
  "I am ready to make a ruling, let's go back on the record," the
  Judge said. "Mr. Paz, you are a lucky man indeed. I have reviewed
  Mr. Thompson's request and spoken with his twin natural children
  and all of them are excited to have you as part of the family and
  clearly love you very much. In light of the voluntary surrender of
  parental rights by your natural father and the approval of those
  documents by the appropriate Spanish authorities, I see every
  reason to approve this adoption. Will you be changing your name?"
  
  "Yes, your honor, thank you," I managed.
  
  "It is ordered that Mr. Jim Thompson is your legal father and that
  your name is changed to Rafael Paz Thompson," the Judge intoned
  firmly and then signed some paperwork that Jorg had prepared.
  "Court is adjourned."
  
  We stood to leave and the Judge beckoned to Jim, "can I see you
  privately for a moment Jim?" Jorg told dad that the three of us
  would be in his office and so we walked back across the street. In
  Jorg's office he had prepared most of the requests for formal
  documents, e.g. passports, etc. with my adopted name. A phone call
  came in and Jorg handed the phone to Lane, it was dad, he and the
  judge were getting an early lunch together. We were to meet up in
  the law offices at 1300. I thanked Jorg for his and his father's
  help and headed out to lunch with the boys.
  
Spanked and Fucked by my New Daddy
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  At home again, dad ordered me to strip for my first spanking as his
  legal son.
  
  I quickly took my clothing off and walked out in the cold winter
  to the pool house alone. Dad followed me, but the boys folded my
  clothing and placed it on the banister and then showed up in the
  pool house a few minutes later, still dressed.
  
  Dad guided me over the sawhorse and restrained me to the horse.
  Upside down, I saw my twin brothers, and lovers, staring at my
  exposed bubble butt. "Lane, hand me the strap," dad said. Lane
  quickly moved to get the strap from the wall and hand it to dad.
  
  Dad quickly raised the strap into the air and brought it down my
  ass violently. The sensation was electrifying and had I not been
  restrained to the sawhorse, I would have jumped to the ceiling.
  Dad delivered dozens of violent and ferocious blows to my exposed
  buttocks. After about thirty, I was crying softly and calling out
  to dad to beg him to stop. Dad had other plans though, "Kyle hand
  me the cane." Kyle knew better than to question this order and
  handed his dad a thick cane. The thick intense blows from the
  strap were quickly replaced with violent lines of pain from the
  cane. Forty strokes of the cane later, dad stopped and ran his
  hands along my red and welted ass cheeks. "That will do," he said
  as he asked the boys to help me get back inside and into his
  bedroom.
  
  Dad walked out as Lane and Kyle began to untie me from the
  sawhorse. I was still crying and Kyle gave me a big kiss and said
  I was brave for taking such a big punishment without crying out
  more. Lane carried me inside and up the stairs in his arms and
  delivered me onto dad's bed. Dad was in the shower and Lane
  positioned me on my stomach, leaving my sore butt quite exposed.
  About ten minutes after the boys left, dad came out of the
  bathroom, his cock already erect. I stayed put as he put a condom
  on and lubricated my fuckhole.
  
  "You have been wanting this for a while, haven't you boy," he
  asked.
  
  "Please fuck me dad," I begged through my tears.
  
  He did. I felt him climb on top of me and then push his thick
  shaft into me. The sensations were intense as his cock forced its
  way into my tight fuckhole. I let out a gasp and then realized he
  was all the way inside me. His cock was immense and my ass was
  sore. He allowed his cock to burrow into me and fell onto me
  allowing his midsection to press against my sore ass cheeks. From
  behind he grabbed my hair and craned my head up and around forcing
  me to kiss him deeply as he began to fuck me more intensely.
  
  Dad continued to fuck me for over a half hour. Frequent pauses
  were the order of the day with him stopping quite frequently to
  ensure that he did not shoot his load prematurely. The experience
  was the most intense fuck I had ever had. His cock was like a
  massive thick rod slamming into me and ripping my ass open. The
  feel of his body resting on my sore ass was intense and the way he
  held my head up and around violently so I had to kiss him was
  divine. Finally, while kissing me, I felt his cock explode inside
  me. He let go of my head finally and let me collapse into the bed,
  but did not pull out his cock. He rested on my sore ass cheeks for
  quite a while before finally pulling all the way out.
  
  "Stay," he said firmly while getting up and going to the bathroom.
  He came back a few minutes later and lay back down on top of me.
  His cock was already slightly hard again and he asked me, "Do you
  want me to fuck you again boy?"
  
  "Yes, please sir," I begged.
  
  "Good," he said as he got up on his knees and forced me to roll
  over onto my sore ass. "Legs in the air," he said barely allowing
  me a second to start tucking my legs in and bringing them over my
  head before he gripped my cheeks firmly and shook my head back and
  forth. "I said, legs in the air," he repeated as I scurried to get
  my legs in the air.
  
  "You have a gorgeous bubble butt," he said as I got my legs over
  my head and grabbed my ankles with my hands. "And it is quite
  red," he said, grinning. Dad slid more lube into my fuckhole with
  his fingers and then slid another condom onto his now fully erect
  cock. Dad pushed in, but I was already much looser and he could
  enter me with ease this time. He quickly leaned his weight onto
  the backs of my legs and forced his face towards mine, kissing me
  as he pumped his cock in and out rhythmically.

  This time though, Dad quickly orgasmed inside me and pulled out
  and allowed me to stretch my legs out again. Dad thanked me and
  asked me if I wanted an orgasm. I shook my head and explained,
  "Only Saturdays." Dad smiled and said that was ok for now and then
  offered to rub Vaseline on my sore bottom. I accepted and he made
  a point of fingering my fuckhole with his fingers as he rubbed the
  Vaseline in.
  
  Finally, he helped me up and walked me into the bedroom with the
  boys.
  
  Kyle met me at the door and kissed his dad as he helped me into
  the bed. My ass was on fire and the twins piled in next to me in
  the bed. "You have fun with dad," Lane asked.
  
  "Yes," I admitted.
  
  "Good," Kyle said as he kissed me and maneuvered to suck my cock.

Surprise Orgasm
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  I was a bit surprised that Kyle started working my cock, but I was
  more surprised that Lane started licking my nipples and neither of
  them stopped as I became more and more intensely aroused. Lane was
  working my nipples hard with his mouth as Kyle sucked my cock
  intensely. They kept at it until I shot into Kyle's mouth and then
  he moved up and dribbled my cum back into my mouth and into Lane's
  as the three of us kissed. "It's not Saturday," I said meekly
  after the three-way cum filled kiss ended. Lane smiled and said,
  "its even better, you are our brother by law now."

  We snuggled for over an hour in silence. Finally I broke the
  silence: "It is going to be hard to go back to school this coming
  Saturday." The reality that winter break was coming to a close was
  upon us. The twins nodded in agreement and promised that we would
  always be close. Around 1800 dad, interrupted our snuggle and
  explained that Judge Penfield wanted us to come over. The boys
  groaned slightly, Judge Penfield had five lovely daughters ranging
  in age from 5-20. The oldest was a junior at Yale and had always
  had a crush on the twins. She was, of course, home from school.
  
  We drove over to the Penfield's house on the other side of town.
  More modest than the Thompson mansion, it was by no means
  inadequate. As we pulled up two of the older girls: Mary and Amy,
  came out to greet us. Mary was the oldest and she clearly dawdled
  on the twins. Amy, at 17, latched on to me and escorted me into
  the house as dad and the twins followed with Mary.
  
  The judge greeted me warmly and introduced me to his wife and the
  other three girls. Over dinner we discussed current events and
  when my photography work involving the football team came up, the
  judge insisted on seeing a copy of my portfolio. Luckily, I had
  brought the DVD of my previous semester's work with me and a
  portfolio. That had been dad's idea and I was grateful.
  
  Mary ended up following me out to the car and bumming an extra
  print of the boys off me. If I had made a scene it might have
  drawn attention to my affections with them, so I gave her an extra
  print I had in the portfolio, but not a sketch of Kyle naked.
  
  Inside again, Mary disappeared upside to hide her picture and I
  popped the DVD in to show off the Fall 2001 football team from
  State for the assembled audience. Around 2000, the younger girls
  were sent to bed and we had long finished reviewing my portfolio.
  We ended up in a boys-vs-girls game of Pictionary. Dad, the judge,
  myself and the twins went against Mary, Amy, the judge's wife, and
  Sally, the middle child. Despite the slight imbalance of numbers
  the girls cleaned our clocks thoroughly. That said, the twins were
  amazing at Pictionary. Their twinspeak was in full force and they
  managed to score tons of points off each other with minimal
  effort.
  
  Afterwards, Mary and Amy talked Lane and Kyle into a walk, I
  begged off and found myself sitting with the adults being offered
  Scotch on the rocks and a cigar. Dad nodded that it was ok and I
  tried a cigar for the first time. The judge's wife was a stay at
  home mom and the judge and my dad had grown up together here and
  gone to state together playing on the football team.
  
  Around 2300, the boys came back giddy from the cold and we headed
  out. The boys later confided that they were quite relieved that we
  had bearded the Penfield girls on our sexuality.

Return to School
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  I convinced Lane to drive me to the airport to meet Gerhard's
  flight on Friday. We stopped at the dorm and dropped Kyle off to
  get things settled back in. On the drive over, Lane became
  surprisingly melancholy. "We are thinking of rushing a
  fraternity," he shared.
  
  I fought back an intense wall of emotions to keep myself from
  breaking into a ball of tears.
  
  "I know," he said, it would make it hard for the three of us to
  keep living together.
  
  I leaned against the window and turned my head away.

  "Kyle and I could have them rush you too," Lane explained.
  
  I started to cry.
  
  "Fuck," I said, "the thing I am upset about is neither of you
  talked to me about this. If the three of us are a couple you at
  least had to talk to me."
  
  Lane did not respond to me and we drove the rest of the way to the
  airport in silence. As we parked in the short term international
  lot he managed an, "I'm sorry." I nodded and collected myself as
  best I could for meeting Gerhard.
  
  We waited outside customs for about an hour before Gerhard made it
  through. His skin seemed paler and I could not help but remember
  our visit to Bonn a few weeks earlier. Gerhard seemed to smile at
  me as if he knew and said to Lane, "Thanks for helping me
  out."
  
  "No problem," Lane chipped in without really engaging. We walked
  back to the car and I loaded Gerhard's belongings into the trunk.
  Gerhard got in the backseat and I got back in front. We drove back
  to school and Lane dropped us at the dorm.
  
  "I'll be back later tonight," Lane said as he pulled away.
  
  Upstairs, I gave Gerhard a parting hug and resolved to corner
  Kyle--alone--on the issue of fraternities. Kyle was alone and had
  unpacked most of the twins' belongings and some of mine. I thanked
  him and asked him if we could talk about rushing. He shrugged.
  "Kyle, I am really upset," I said.
  
  I walked over and sat down next to Kyle on the bed, "please talk
  to me."
  
  Kyle turned, "I think Lane was hoping you would just go along,
  nothing has been decided." I turned Kyle's face towards mine and
  kissed him.
  
  "That's all I ask for, a chance to participate if we are a
  couple." Kyle nodded and hugged me back.
  
  "I'm sure Lane will apologize," he said, "I feel bad."
  
  "Apology accepted." We lay there snuggled in bed for a while.

  Around 1600, Dad brought Lane in and the door was quickly closed
  and the stereo turned on. Lane looked at me and mouthed, "I fucked
  up." Lane took his pants off and leaned over Kyle's bed. Dad
  talked to me for a few minutes and then to Kyle. Dad explained
  that Lane had asked to be punished and felt terrible about the
  fraternity misunderstanding. I nodded and asked dad to let me
  administer the discipline. Dad agreed, gave Kyle and I kisses and
  left us on campus for our second semester.
  
  I shut the door leaving Kyle in the center room that was nominally
  mine. I sat down next to Lane on the bed and told him that I would
  rush the fraternity if he apologized to me and promised to involve
  me in decisions that affected the three of us. He agreed and
  started to get up.
  
  "No," I said firmly, "over the chair."
  
  He looked at me shocked.
  
  "I promised dad I would handle this," I said as I picked up a belt
  and administered forty firm blows to Lane's exposed ass. I helped
  him stand up after the punishment was over and we kissed.
  
  "We don't even have to join the fraternity," he said.
  
  "I would have been happy to do it if you had just asked," I
  explained.
  
  We hugged for a while and then let Kyle in.
  
  We ended up discussing not just rush, but also their potential to
  be recruited in the 2002 season direct to the NFL. The recruiter
  for our state's professional NFL team had attended a large number
  of the boys' games and spoken several times with Dad. Dad was in
  favor of them joining the majors if they could do it, especially
  on the same team. The rush discussion thus dovetailed nicely into
  what would happen if they joined the NFL while I was still in
  college. Lane and Kyle both emphasized this was one of the reasons
  they had convinced their dad to adopt me: I was now tied to them
  and them to me, 100% legally. (Of course, now every time we had
  sex with each other it was incest.)
  
  Around 1800, I suggested that we all get dinner with some of the
  football team members who were going to rush X X X this year. Over
  dinner several of the guys mentioned that they heard that there
  was still a lot of weird hazing shit that went on at rush. Tom
  mentioned that he had heard the pledges all got beaten with wooden
  paddles. Jack said that the pledges had their pubes shaved last
  year. The stories really turned me on and I made a point to keep
  my eyes down at my food to avoid grinning from ear to ear. If just
  10% of what was being said at the dinner table was true, I could
  see the appeal of rushing.

Gerhard II
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  Later that night I knocked on Gerhard's door. His roommate let me
  in and Gerhard was on his bed sitting quietly reading a German
  novel.
  
  "Hola," I said.
  
  "Que pasa," he responded.
  
  We laughed. "Can we be friends again," I asked.
  
  "Did we ever stop," Gerhard asked me.
  
  "No," I said.
  
  Gerhard smiled, and explained why he looked a bit down,
  "injections."
  
  "You know," I asked.
  
  "I figured it out from something the other boys said about
  photography by a hot young Spaniard," Gerhard explained.
  
  "Will you really have your balls cut off when you turn 21?"
  
  "Yes," Gerhard said firmly.
  
  "And the injections keep you from getting erections," I asked.
  
  Gerhard nodded. I put my arm around his shoulders and we sat in
  silence for until bedtime.

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