Part 6
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  By TopLegal
  
  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
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  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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Rush
----

  We had decided to rush the fraternity that most of the other
  football team members were part of or were rushing: X X X. I was
  perhaps the most nervous about the whole experience, but the boys
  reminded me that I was the darling of everyone on the football
  team and that I would get in without a problem.
  
  One of the things we learned during orientation is that due to
  structural unsoundness, the X X X house was going to be torn down
  starting in May 2002 and it would take about a year to rebuild.
  Meanwhile, for the 2002-2003 school year the brothers would all be
  on their own for housing. Problem solved for one year at least.
  With that news, I threw myself into the rush process.
  
  As Lane had promised, I was the darling of the football team and
  nobody really had given my sexuality any thought. I was the
  foreigner who took photographs. In addition to getting a formal
  invitation to come back to rush, I received over a dozen extra
  orders for the Fall 2001 State Football Team DVD. The kids'
  parents had loved the DVDs.
  
  All three of us had invitations in hand when we returned for the
  first night of pledge week.

Pledge Week: Night 1
--------------------

  It was 2130 and about 15 first year students, the bulk of them on
  the football team, were all standing in the party room at the X X
  X frat house. Each of us was assigned to a senior member of the
  fraternity at random as follows. One hat was filled small papers,
  each paper had the name of one pledge. A second hat had small
  papers, each listing the name of one of the brothers. Seth, the
  head of the fraternity and a star member of the football team was
  drawing the slips of papers out of the hats one at a time. First a
  "maggot pledge" and then "that maggot's pledgemaster."
  
  Lane and Kyle managed to draw two non-football brothers as
  pledgemasters and I got (un)lucky enough to draw Seth as my
  pledgemaster
  
  We were each separated up by our pledgemasters and brought back to
  the pledgemaster's room for individual 'discussions'. I followed
  Seth up the stairs to his bedroom.
  
  Once inside, Seth fed me a bunch of mumbo jumbo about being an X X
  X brother and about how being rushed was a big honor. Then matter
  of factly he reminded me that during pledge week, the
  pledgemasters' instructions had to be followed.
  
  "Now strip," he said matter of factly.
  
  I must have looked at him like he had become an alien.
  
  "Do you need it repeated in Spanish?"
  
  "No, sir," I responded and started by taking my shirt off over my
  head. I then removed my shoes and pants. I was then standing there
  in my boxers and socks in front of one of the stars of the
  football team. I tried really hard to focus on ~not~ getting an
  erection.
  
  Seth walked over and grabbed my boxers and pulled them down to my
  ankles, "I said to strip."
  
  In response, I stepped out of the boxers and took my socks off as
  well.
  
  "Good," he said eyeing me carefully. He then placed his arm on my
  shoulder and made me walk back downstairs with him. I found that I
  was the second pledge to return to the main room. I felt slightly
  better seeing that Bob, the other naked pledge, was having a
  slight erection and was trying to cover his crotch. Bob's
  pledgemaster was having none of that and was shouting at Bob to
  stand at attention.
  
  After about ten minutes all of the pledges, including my twin
  lovers, returned to the room naked. Fifteen gorgeous, young
  freshmen all standing naked in front of other young, handsome,
  more senior students. I nearly creamed myself from the situation.
  
  Seth called me forward and had me reach my arms over my head and I
  was ordered to keep reaching for the ceiling. I felt something
  cool applied to my armpits and realized it was mentholated shaving
  cream. Moments later Seth had removed my armpit hair. My pubic
  hair was the next target and the sensation of the shaving cream on
  my sensitive crotch dripping on to my ball sacs caused me to get
  an erection which Seth just ignored. I could however detect some
  snickers from one or two of the pledges, but I figured they would
  get their due.
  
  I was right. After my shave was completed, I was given a small
  towel to clean off with and told to return to line. All fifteen of
  us were shaved. Everyone got erections. By the time it was the
  twins turn, there was no snickering.
  
  Then Seth called me over to a sofa and pushed me over the back of
  it.
  
  **WHACK**
  
  I nearly jumped off the sofa as Seth had just landed a wallop of a
  blow with a heavy wooden paddle on my ass. Each of the forty odd
  other brothers followed suit, but the other swats were with less
  force. This hazing was repeated with the other pledges.
  
  We were then escorted to the bathroom one at a time and told to do
  our business for the evening. I found this request ominous but
  carried out the instructions.
  
  We were then instructed to go to the basement and await further
  instructions. The basement of the frathouse was finished but not
  well heated. It was winter and the weather was frigid and the
  basement could not have been much more than about 15 degrees
  centigrade. Plus, we were all still naked.
  
  The floor was a thin layer of carpeting, but as everyone noticed
  there was absolutely no furniture, or for that matter anything
  else, in the basement. Just an empty room with fifteen naked guys.
  All of us looked a touch out of sorts, our butts were red, our
  crotches bare of pubic hair...
  
  I casually approached Lane and Kyle to talk with them. They were
  in relatively good spirits but clearly not thrilled by the hazing.
  The prospect of us freezing in the basement for the night which is
  what Lane figured was the plan for us pledges did not particularly
  appeal to me. Also, because the three of us were all ostensibly
  straight, we could not hug or kiss to commiserate.
  
  After an hour or so by my estimation, I convinced two football
  guys I had been friendlier with that the five of us should at
  least huddle for warmth. One pledge who I did not know upon seeing
  the five us huddling for warmth came over to pick a fight with me
  since I was organizing the huddle. "Are you some kind of faggot,"
  he asked loudly as he pushed me onto the ground.
  
  Lane immediately turned and knocked the homophobic pledge into the
  ground with a solid punch to the stomach. Kyle, Bruce and Mike had
  to hold Lane from completely pounding the shit out of the asshole.
  Bruce and Mike told the homophobe to shut up and that they had
  played football with Kyle and Lane and knew me and none of the
  five us were faggots. The threat of the entire football team
  assaulting the guy shut him up and he went over to a corner and
  spent the night, awake and shivering. The remaining pledges
  started forming similar small groups for warmth leaving one loner.
  
  After about an hour, I suggested staying together on the ground
  for sleep and warmth. For erection safety, I had Bruce and Mike
  lay on their backs and then I laid on top of them, my back against
  and between their chests. Kyle and Lane then lay on top of me,
  their cocks against my legs. This arrangement meant that (i) I was
  able to snuggle my twin lovers, (ii) any of the three of us could
  get erect safely, and (iii) I might learn something else about
  Bruce and Mike.
  
  Despite our huddle it was a long, cold, mostly sleepless night.
  Bruce passed out like a log, but Mike threw a huge boner against
  my ass cheek and I acted like I did not notice it. Kyle and Lane
  also got quite erect against me. The feel of their bodies against
  me was slightly different with no pubic hair. By morning, I was
  relieved to see the pledgemasters walk in. They did manage to
  surprise us and catch all of us huddled. We all had to stand up
  and Seth used face paints to draw the word faggot on each of our
  chests in red paint with his fingers. On our foreheads the frat's
  letters: X X X, were drawn.
  
  The homophobe though was ejected from rush having failed the first
  test of brotherhood.
  
  We were then permitted to use the bathroom again and given some
  hot chocolate to warm up and then told to be back by eight o'clock
  for more 'activities'. I had to go to Seth's room for my clothes
  and while I was there, he came in and approached from behind. His
  hand swatted my butt gently.
  
  "You did good down there from what I saw on the webcams," he said.
  "I already told Kyle and Lane to head back to the dorm since I
  needed to talk with you."
  
  "May I get dressed," I said, and then remembering pledge week
  rules added, "sir?"
  
  "No you may not," Seth said as I felt his finger along my ass
  crack. "Get on your knees," he said.
  
  I must have hesitated too long because I received a series of
  quick, but hard, hand spanks from Seth.
  
  Seth came around so I had to look up at him and said, "I know
  everything."
  
  "What are you talking about?"
  
  "I know that you are a fag for real," Seth explained. "I also know
  that Lane and Kyle have no clue since they would never live with a
  faggot."
  
  I had to contain myself from falling over in laughter and tried to
  act surprised. "No," I said.
  
  "Fine, you're not a faggot then, but you are about to be a
  cocksucker," he said as he unzipped his pants.
  
  I turned my head away and his hand connected with my face to
  deliver a firm slap.
  
  "We can do this the easy way were you participate or the hard way
  where I beat the crap out of you and get what I want anyhow. If
  you complain, I'll explain you made a pass at me and nobody will
  question that," Seth said.
  
  I opened my mouth, "easy way."
  
  As Seth forced his cock into my mouth he said, "see you are a
  cocksucker,"
  
  I somehow managed to keep my dick in check as he fucked my mouth
  violently. He finished with an orgasm in my mouth and told me that
  this would be our little secret if I wanted to be a part of X X X.
  
  I nodded, got dressed, and left with him watching me.
  
  As I walked out the door he shouted, "same time tomorrow morning."
  
  Back at the dorm, I found Lane and Kyle passed out under the
  blankets in Kyle's room. I jumped into the bed and their body heat
  together with the blankets really warmed me up. We slept in and
  missed some classes. When I awoke Lane asked me what happened and
  got really angry when I told him what Seth did. I said it was ok
  and I thought there would really only be like 5-7 more blowjobs
  during pledge week and then we would be in and Seth was graduating
  in May. Kyle and I persuaded Lane not to go beat the crap out of
  Seth, for now, and that overall it was a good thing that the three
  of us had come across as straight.
  
  I noticed that we all still had the word faggot painted on our
  chests.
  
Phone Call
----------

  I answered the phone around one, "Rafael, glad I got you, can you
  meet me at the corner of Main and 2nd tonight at five?" It took me
  a few minutes to realize it was dad calling and then another few
  to mentally check the pledge schedule in my head.
  
  "Yeah, I can meet you, but I have to be back on campus by eight
  for rush."
  
  "I'll drive you back, love you son," dad said as he hung up the
  phone. There was little to nothing at the corner of second and
  main except some railroad tracks and the Mississippi river so I
  could not fathom what dad in store.
  
  Still quite chilled from the previous night despite snuggling with
  the twins and an extremely long, extremely hot shower. I found
  myself in the -10 degree centigrade weather at the corner of 2nd
  and Main at 1700.
  
  Dad showed up about a minute late with Jorg Peters at his side. I
  realized at that moment that Jorg was starkly similar in
  appearance to Craig Kilborn, the late night talk show host. Yummy.
  
  Dad gave me a hug and explained that he had located a great new
  piece of real estate he wanted me to see. We walked about 100 feet
  down 2nd avenue to the west and he unlocked the door to a large
  warehouse type building. The lobby was quite small and he used
  another key to open a freight elevator. After pulling the wooden
  slats down, dad pressed the topmost button and we moved steadily
  up to the fifth floor. At the top, Jorg lifted the wooden safety
  gate and we stepped out into a small lobby.
  
  Jorg use a key to open the double doors and we were in a huge open
  loft floor that was easily 30 by 15 meters with 10 meter high
  ceilings. On all four sides there were huge factory-style windows
  running from just above the floor board to just below the
  ceilings. The Second Street side had a loft area about half a
  flight up that was open to below and included the sleeping areas
  and a large closed off bathroom and closet.

`
           Mississippi River View (~2 blocks away)

                    First Street Side
  ----------------------------------------------------
  |                                                 >| Main
  |                                                  | Street
  |                                     Office       | Side
  |   Great Room                                     |
  |                                               ---|
  |                                               +DR|
  |                                               |--|
  |                                               +  |
  |  Kitchen                 <|++|       Open     |GB|
  |                          <|EE|       Space    |  |
  ----------------------------------------------------
                    Second Street Side
                    

                    First Street Side
  ----------------------------------------------------
  |                                                  | Main
  |                  Open to below                   | Street
  |                                                  | Side
  |                                                  |
  |                                                  |
  |--------------------------|                       |
  |     +                    |                       |
  | Bath|                    |                       |
  | &   |   Large Bedroom     >|                     |
  | Clos|                     >|                     |
  ----------------------------------------------------
                    Second Street Side

	Legend
	------
	
	+  = Door
    EE = Freight elevator
    <  = Up staircase to bedroom loft area
    >  = Down fire staircase to street
    DR = Dark room
    GB = Guest bathroom
`

  Dad had already decorated the loft with nice furniture, stereo
  equipment, big screen TV, kitchen appliances, etc. The bedroom
  area was the only unfurnished area. He was particularly proud of
  the darkroom area. He had spoken with my photography professor to
  find out what equipment to buy and showed it to me with pride.
  
  An expensive remote control system had been installed to allow
  control over the lighting, climate control, opening/closing
  windows and blinds, etc. Touch screen displays on both floors also
  allowed control over the system. Dad guided me to an exquisite
  glass table in the dining area and explained that Jorg needed me
  to sign some papers relating to the loft. Dad would pick me up
  again around 1945.
  
  I noticed it was only 1733 as Jorg was sitting down next to me and
  opening his briefcase.
  
  The elevator headed down and Jorg said, "Jim picked a great place
  for you guys for next year."
  
  "Yeah," I said, "I can't quite believe it."
  
  "Look, he wants to put the building in a company under your name
  and actually the other four floors are going to get rented back to
  the University to use for faculty housing. I have some contractors
  coming in to reconfigure the elevator and doors with a key card
  and there will be about four to six units on each of the other
  floors for a total of twenty unit and your own unit."
  
  "I just can't believe how big this is its like 450 square meters,"
  I said.
  
  "Good guess, but each floor is actually 5000 square feet," Jorg
  responded as he handed me a small stack of documents. "If you
  could please sign these." That was like 550 square meters, our loft
  was huge and the views were spectacular.
  
  I scanned the documents quickly, "Articles of Incorporation for
  RPT Real Estate Holding Company, LLP", "Articles of Incorporation
  for RPT Property Management, LLP", "Title to 1 West Second
  Street", "University-RPT Property Management Agreement", and more.
  The Jorg explained each document and its purpose to me briefly as
  I signed them. Of course, I got to sign the documents
  ~Rafael~Paz~Thompson~ and initial ~RPT~ in tons of places. Signing
  my adoptive name felt so good.
  
  I finished the last document, "Lease of Apt 500 to Rafael Paz
  Thompson". Apparently I would have to pay my RPT Property
  Management company rent which in turn would pay my Real Estate
  Holding Company which in turn would pay me. The thought made me
  dizzy. Jorg reassured me that he would handle all of the payments
  and with the University leasing all of the other units I would be
  making about $100,000-plus a year in rental income from faculty.
  
  "Rafael, may I ask you a personal question," Jorg asked as he
  began putting away the documents.
  
  "Shoot."
  
  "Are you gay?"
  
  I winked at him, "No, of course not." I winked again.
  
  Jorg smiled broadly at me. "Can I be so forward to ask if you find
  me attractive?"
  
  Fuck he was attractive, but also 10 years old than me and I was
  involved with both my two, twin brothers and my father. "You are
  quite handsome, but I am involved in a relationship," I said.
  
  Jorg looked at me like a wounded dear, "I just wondered what you
  thought of me, I'm not gay myself."
  
  "Whatever", I thought.
  
  My eyes must have rolled and Jorg said, "I've got a lovely wife
  and a fourteen month old baby. I couldn't be happier."
  
  "So why are you concerned how you look to me?"
  
  "I was just wondering I guess," he responded sheepishly.
  
  I noticed the time out of the corner of my eye, an hour had passed
  but dad still would not be back for a bit. "Can I borrow your
  tie," I said innocently enough. If only Jorg knew what the boys
  would think if I had his tie.
  
  "Why," he asked.
  
  "I was supposed to wear one tonight and I won't have time when dad
  drops me off to get one," I said.
  
  "Sure, but I need it back," Jorg said.
  
  "No problem," I said as I took the tie from him and then asked,
  "so do you usually make ~house~ calls?"
  
  "Your dad gets whatever he wants from our firm," Jorg said.
  
  "~Anything~?"
  
  Jorg tried to busy himself with tidying his paperwork.
  
  I stood up and pulled Jorg from his chair without much resistance.
  The handsome attorney quickly found himself on his back on the
  glass table with my condom-sheathed cock ramming his ass. I took
  my time fucking him and with my cock lodged firmly inside him as
  he moaned and called out in pleasure, I stroked his cock to orgasm
  with my hands. Then I pulled out. After all, it was not Saturday.
  
  I had timed my pull out to coincide with my dad's punctuality and
  Jorg was just getting himself off the table as dad rode up the
  elevator. Jorg was clearly feeling embarrassed and when dad saw
  the tie on my neck he ribbed Jorg nicely.
  
  We left the loft and dad drove me back to campus for pledge week:
  Night 2.
  
Pledge Week: Night 2
--------------------

  We were greeted at the door and forced to put dirty, smelly
  underwear provided by our pledgemasters on our heads. Seth handed
  me a particularly foul piece of underwear that had brown shit
  encrusted on it and he placed it over my head so the band blocked
  my eyes a bit.
  
  We were **not** to move the underwear and if it fell off we would
  be paddled by all the brothers.
  
  A drinking 'game' was started: drink till you puke. We were all
  left quite shitfaced. I did however manage to outlast the group
  getting down ten shots of vodka before stopping ill. Five of the
  pledges were sick vomiting and Kyle and Lane looked to me to be
  close to vomiting.
  
  We were then fed all manner of disgusting food and even I found
  myself vomiting. Then we had to clean the mess up ourselves while
  still quite drunk.
  
  In the morning, Seth pulled me aside again for another private
  'discussion'.
  
  In his bedroom, he pushed me onto the floor violently and rammed
  his dick into my throat while verbally abusing me as well.
  
  "Cocksucker... you like it... you're straight, who cares
  cocksucker... suck my cock bitch... I'll beat the crap out of you
  if you talk cunt..."
  
  After he orgasmed he told me to leave.
  
  Lane was even more furious when I came back to the room and Kyle
  was pinning him to the bed to keep him from going back to the frat
  house to beat the crap out of Seth. I explained how Seth had just
  raped me and that I really wanted to stop pledging the frat.
  
  Lane and I agreed to put Seth in his place, but to keep Kyle out
  of it so he did not get punished when we told dad. And we would
  tell dad because we knew what we were doing was wrong and dad had
  raised us, well mostly Lane, better than to do what we were about
  to do.
  
  We stayed in the dorm all day without going to classes to recover
  and only around dinner time did the subject of my newly acquired
  tie come up. The boys loved hearing how I had fucked Jorg on the
  dining room table and took turns having me fuck them in our narrow
  dorm bed to demonstrate. They also could not wait to see our new
  loft.
  
Seth
----

  I placed a call to Seth's number early in the day to ask him to
  come over since the twins were gone and I was starting to actually
  like sucking cock. The only lie there was that the twins were
  gone.
  
  Surprisingly, he readily agreed to come over.
  
  "Hey," I said as he walked in. I locked the door and turned up the
  stereo. He checked the twins rooms to see that they were not
  there.
  
  "Ready to suck my huge dick cocksucker," Seth said.
  
  I kicked him. My foot connected with his face before he realized
  what hit him and he was on the ground in a daze. I used the
  surprise to drag him to Kyle's room and tie him to the corners of
  the bed, face down.
  
  I had to basically wrestle him into bed but my kick had knocked
  him out of it. Tied down spread-eagled on his stomach with mouth
  gagged, I did manage to make out something about killing me when
  he got loose. I explained that I had decided to see if he was a
  good cock sucker and came around to the head of the bed. I lifted
  his head with his hair, removed the gag, and rammed in my cock
  forcefully.
  
  I forcibly fucked his face and when I finished I started sliding a
  condom on and taking out some lube.
  
  I had not re-gagged him and he started pleading with me not to
  fuck him and not to tell anyone about him being gay. That was a
  surprising admission, the star football player was gay.
  
  "But you have a girlfriend," I said.
  
  "She's a lesbian," he said sobbing. "Please, I'm sorry for what I
  did to you, I was just afraid you would know I was gay and out
  me."
  
  "You think I'm gay," I asked.
  
  "Flaming," he responded.
  
  I slapped his ass and said, "not a good idea when you are tied
  down to push your luck with me."
  
  "You really aren't gay," he asked.
  
  "No, what would make you think that," I said emphatically.
  
  He stammered, "...but the way you dress."
  
  "I'm European stupid, of course I dress different and fancier than
  a lot of Americans to your mind."
  
  "Can we just forget the whole thing," he pleaded.
  
  "Fuck no," I shouted knowing the stereo would drown it out, "you
  raped me. After I rape your fuckhole we'll be even you dumb
  faggot."
  
  "Look please, do anything, but just don't tell anyone, they would
  kick me out of the frat if they knew I was gay." He was sobbing
  now.
  
  He begged, pleaded and cajoled me not to fuck him and of course at
  that moment Lane walked in. I stuck the gag back in his mouth
  pulled my pants out and walked out of the room shutting the door
  to Kyle's bedroom. I knew that when I high-fived Lane in the
  center room he would go back and beat the crap out of Seth.

Pledge Week: Night 3
--------------------

  Seth explained that he had fallen down the stairs and was a bit
  sore when pledge night started. He avoided looking at any of
  myself and the twins. About twenty minutes into the events he
  pulled me aside and gave me an X X X pin indicating that I had
  been voted in.
  
  He told me that he would also give the twins their pins and excuse
  them from the rest of pledge week if we all promised not to tell
  anyone he was gay. He also apologized again for raping me.
  
  Worked out ok as I saw it.
  
Gerhard Interlude
-----------------

  I bumped into Gerhard walking back from the X X X house and he was
  still in disbelief that I was pledging. I told him about the
  construction that had to be done to the frat house next year
  anyhow and that we would be living off campus.
  
  Gerhard asked if I could inspect him for Kurt and write a report.
  I reluctantly agreed. Back at the dorm, I stopped at the room,
  dropped off my pin and left a note for the twins as to my
  whereabouts.
  
  In Gerhard's room, I found he had set up a straight razor, an
  enema bag, a syringe, and some other items. Gerhard unfolded a
  carefully printed piece of A4 paper headed in German that loosely
  translated read "Requirements for Slaves".
  
  The first requirement was for a deep cleansing enema. This would
  be tricky since he would have to make it from his room to the
  bathroom without leaking. I lubed up the nozzle of the enema bag
  ever so lightly and administered a 3 liter water and peppermint
  enema. He had to hold the enema for an hour so I inserted a
  buttplug to assist him in the process.
  
  I inspected his still flaccid penis and tiny ball sacs. They were
  clean, including his foreskin, and hairless. His pubic hair region
  was almost perfectly hairless except there was the slightest
  stubble which I reprimanded him for and then shaved off. Kurt
  required his boys to shave at least once a day to maintain their
  hairless state.
  
  I filled the syringe according to Kurt's instructions and
  administered the chemical castration compounds to Gerhard. He then
  kissed me and thanked me for inspecting him and asked permission
  to suck my cock until it was time for the enema to come out.
  
  I laid down on his bed and made him kneel between my legs on the
  bed and suck my cock.
  
  Gerhard's chemical castration prevented him from achieving even
  slight erections except in limited circumstances so he was totally
  focused on pleasuring me. Further, Kurt had his slaves regularly
  give blowjobs, get fucked, etc., so that they were experts.
  
  Gerhard by now knew that I did not orgasm with him and so he did a
  fantastic job of working the head and shaft of my cock for about
  an hour keeping me perfectly between the edge of orgasm and
  loosing the moment. It was a delicate balancing act and required
  his total concentration on my sexual needs.
  
  At the end of the hour, I stopped him so he could relieve himself,
  but stayed laying on his bed. Gerhard returned about fifteen
  minutes later and thanked me by sucking my dick a bit more until I
  was ready to leave.

Twincest
--------  
  
  Back at the room, Kyle was doing Lane doggie style and they barely
  acknowledged my entry into the room. Only after Kyle came off Lane
  did they say hi to me and then Lane immediately pushed Kyle into
  the reciprocal position and fucked Kyle doggie style as well.
  
  When that was over we talked about having made the fraternity and
  about what we had done to Seth.
  
Loft
----

  The on Saturday, I convinced the boys that we should take a visit
  to the loft that dad had bought for us. I was surprised to find
  Jim already there talking to Jorg when we got there.
  
  "Hey boys," Jim said to us, "give me a minute."
  
  I showed the boys around the place and they were very impressed.
  
  Jorg waved at me sheepishly while leaving and Dad came up to the
  bedroom area.
  
  "The new keycards for the elevator will be in place tomorrow," Dad
  explained, "and do you want a single king size bed delivered?"
  
  We looked at each other and Lane answered, "that will do."
  
  "Great," Dad said, "I knew you boys would love this place."
  
  Lane and Kyle hugged their Dad and I followed suit.
  
  "Guys," I said addressing the twins, "can I have a private moment
  with dad?"
  
  Kyle said sure and took Lane downstairs to watch TV.
  
  I kissed dad with tongue and quickly found my clothing being flung
  over the opening into the great room where Kyle and Lane could not
  help but know that I was having sex with our dad.
  
  We did it on the hardwood floors. Dad had a condom in his wallet
  which he made me open and put on his hard cock. The lube on the
  condom was all the lubricant I got as my dad fucked me doggie
  style on the floor.
  
  He was gentle in fucking me that morning but there was an
  intensity to it from the setting. I was on my knees on a hardwood
  floor taking it up the ass from my dad and he was in charge. He
  would tongue my ear as he rammed in and out and when he finally
  shot a load he stayed in my ass. He held me in place with a hand
  on my shoulder blades until his dick fell out. I pulled the condom
  off and put it, with the gism still inside it, between my teeth
  like a rose at dad's instruction. Then I walked downstairs naked
  to where my twin lovers were watching TV.
  
  I stood naked in front of them with the condom in my mouth like a
  rose for a few minutes before dad joined us and gave me permission
  to sit down. I drank the gism out of the condom and threw the
  condom away before snuggling on the couch with my twin lovers.
  
  After about an hour, dad asked about rush and Lane and I told dad
  about everything but emphasized Kyle's non-involvement.
  
  I was told that after brunch we would come back here and I would
  bend over the couch for 30 strokes with the cane and Lane would
  get 30 as well. The cane would be followed by the strap on the
  back of our legs.
  
  The elevator came back up and it was Jorg announcing that the
  contractors were here to install the elevator and other key card
  systems as well as the front door buzzers.
  
  Dad invited Jorg to brunch with us.
  
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