Part 8 ====== 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 Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Spring Break 2002 ----------------- In the morning, by the time the three of us woke up, there was a white envelope on the nightstand by our bed with my name neatly printed on it ~Rafael~. Lane started trying to open the envelope and Kyle cuffed him lightly and handed the envelope to me. I opened it. Several airline tickets fell out. We were going to Palm Beach, Florida for Spring Break courtesy of our loving father. The flight left later that day so the boys and I headed to the massive bathroom to shower and fuck around. Lane apologized for grabbing the envelope by giving me a thorough blow job on his knees as hot water sprayed over us. We took turns lathering each other up and cleaning off and then ended up in the hot tub for a good hour, the three of us snuggled together. As we packed up for break, Kyle double-dared me to fuck whoever I was sitting next to--male of course--on the plane and if possible take a tie or other clothing item from him. I accepted the challenge promising each twin $100. As always, dad had been generous with us, we were flying first class, a limo would pick us up at the loft, and there was spending money aplenty and an American Express card in my name: Rafael Paz ~Thompson~. Life was good. The hotel was a top notch location directly on the beach. We packed up for the trip, but because I wanted to bring my camera equipment and TiBook though, we had to pack a suitcase. The limo called up from the entry to our building precisely on time and we headed out the door, letting the computer system lock up behind us. At the airport, we were immediately ushered to the first class lounge after checking in and passing security. In the lounge I eyed a hot young executive type. He had classic white-bread good looks and a toned body. His hair was black and his eyes blue. I winked to Kyle and then moved over to sit down next to the executive. I took out my TiBook and started editing some pictures of the loft I had taken from an architectural perspective. From the corner of my eye I could see that my neighbor was eyeing my screen. I turned and chatted him up. "Name's Rafael," I said introducing myself. "I'm a photographer from Spain." "Michael," he said sticking out his hand. I noticed a wedding band. "All the better," I thought to myself. "I'm from the Bay Area," he continued, "I was flying through here for a meeting with executives of BigCo." BigCo being where my adoptive dad, Mr. Thompson, used to work before his early retirement. "How did it go?" Michael looked deflated, "not so good, they need 100,000 units of my product before June first and there is no way we can get them more than 50,000." I nodded politely and put my arm around his shoulder gently. He did not pull away. "How long till your flight leaves?" "Forty minutes," he said dejectedly. "Ours is about the same," I said, "want to have a little fun?" He looked at me quizzically. I picked up my TiBook and closed it and headed for the bathroom in the lounge. The lounge was fairly quiet and as I entered the bathroom I saw him get up to follow me. The bathroom was one of those private handicapped style bathroom and included a shower. I pushed Michael to his knees and whipped out my cock. He ate it up like a pig on shit. He was hungry for dick and my Spanish sausage was just right for his hungry mouth. I used my hands to force Michael to suck me more deeply to the point that he was deep throating my cock in the bathroom of the first class lounge. I pushed him off for a second and used his tie as a leash to guide him over to the sink where I bent him over and pulled down his pants. I slid on a condom and rammed his hot little whitebread ass full force. I used his gorgeous, silk Armani tie like a dog lead to buck him onto my cock harder and harder with each thrust. He was moaning softly. I reached around and used my free hand to jack Michael off. He shot a deep load of cum all over the floor of the bathroom. I pulled out without cumming and took his tie as my trophy. I left him, pants down, on his knees in the bathroom as I walked out with his tie and my TiBook. The boys grinned broadly at me as I sat down. But Kyle whispered, "That doesn't count, it has to be **on** the plane." I pecked Kyle on the cheek lightly and smiled back. After about ten minutes, Michael came out of the bathroom and winked at me and then left the lounge area. We boarded our flight with the other first class passengers. Kyle and Lane sat together and I found myself next to an elderly lady. Kyle grinned across the aisle to me and I wanted to get up an slap him. The first class cabin on this flight was extremely small only two rows of four seats. Two executives who at first appeared to be traveling together were sitting right behind me. It turned out though that they worked for competing firms. Both had planned to do work on the plane. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, "Sir, would it be possible to switch seats with me," the older of the two executives asked. We asked the flight attendant's permission and then swapped seats. That left me with the younger, handsome executive from a pharmaceutical company. I opened up my TiBook and continued editing the shots of our loft when the executive asked whether I did photography professionally. I answered, "Somewhat, I'm still a student, why?" "I was wondering if I could buy some of those prints. I love to collect architectural and interior design prints. The inside of that loft is simply fantastic." I smiled, "That's my home." He looked surprised, "really?" "Yes," I answered, "I actually own the whole building and get rental income from the properties." "But the interior design touches are so exquisite--and expensive," he said. I smiled back and offered my hand, "Rafael" "Chris," he shot back. No rings. As the plane took off, Chris imbibed quite a bit of alcohol and I decided to make a pass for him after about the fifth drink. I slid my hand onto Chris' lap and when he did not move my hand after a few minutes, grabbed his crotch. He looked at me with surprise and I nodded my head towards the bathroom. I headed in first and he followed locking the door behind him. I pushed him against the bulkhead wall and forced my tongue into his mouth while grabbing his tie and twisting it around my hand. We kissed for a few minutes before I tugged at his tie and forced his mouth down towards my cock. He was a more reluctant cocksucker than his friend Michael, but with the aide of his tie as leash and my cock forced down his mouth he sufficed. I pushed him over the sink and started putting on a condom to fuck him when he asked me, softly, not to. I slid the condom on. "Why not," I whispered back. "I've never been fucked," he whimpered. I slid my cock in and he let out a relatively loud gasp. He jumped up and my cock fell out. He turned red and I turned him around using his tie, kissed him and said, "No problem." I also removed his necktie to keep for my collection. I pushed the empty condom into the trash and walked out of the restroom. He followed me out moments later. Nobody was the wiser. Palm Beach ---------- A limo driver was waiting outside baggage claim with a sign reading "Thompson". We were driven from the airport to a luxury rental condominium complex on a golf course. The limo driver refused all tips insisting that "everything had been taken care of." At the check-in area for the hotel, they asked for my credit card to sign for the condo and then gave us three hotel keys. A handsome young Cuban who barely spoke English was pleased that I was fluent in Spanish and we chatted as he took our luggage about half a kilometer to the entrance of a walkup. The condo was gorgeous. A wall of windows opened onto the 18th hole of the course. There were two bedrooms, I had the Cuban put my bags in the downstairs master bedroom and the twins' bags upstairs--for now. I gave a generous tip and the porter disappeared. The windows were slightly silvered on the outside to reduce the fishbowl effect and we were probably 15 meters from the greens. The twins suddenly grabbed me from behind and I soon found myself being stripped naked and then tied to the four corners of the bedposts face-up. The restraints were neckties I had taken from various sexual encounters: the executive from Spain, Jorg, the ones from today's trip, etc. The boys were quite thorough with the restraints and I could not move. They kissed me simultaneously, one on each cheek and then left the room. They returned a few minutes later and inserted a fairly large butt plug into my ass with only minimal lubrication. My cock was now at full mast. Lane then fastened one of the neckties as a blindfold over my eyes and announced, "We have to go get some groceries, we'll be back in an hour or two." Then they were gone. I heard the sliding glass door from the bedroom to the golf course open, but not shut. Anyone on the course looking could probably see my naked body and erect cock. The embarrassment was simultaneously arousing as all hell and frightening. What if a stranger had his, or her, way with me? My cock was quite erect and over time, I became hypersensitive to the breeze blowing through the window and rustling my cock ever so slightly. Time seemed to stand still and suddenly I heard a bang as the sliding glass door shut. The noise caused me to try to, unsuccessfully, jump out of the bed. If it was the twins, they did not say anything. Instead I heard footsteps shuffling past me into the other parts of the condo. I smelled fast food--more particularly french fries. If I strained my ears I could hear indistinct whispers. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation on my nipples. It was like a warm substance was falling on my nipple and covering me like a goo. The substance cooled on my nipple quickly and hardened. Chocolate? ---------- My right nipple was next and the sensation and the sense of unknown was causing my cock to rage. I felt a frigid sensation on my cock as my right nipple was bathed in a warm, fragrant goo. Definitely chocolate. The cold on my cock head kept me from erupting. I felt something sticky being wrapped around my erect cock like a sticky plastic bag, or perhaps saran wrap. Then the warm burning sensation of chocolate being poured around my cock. I could barely control myself and I felt my body shudder as I unleashed a massive orgasm into the still wet chocolate. The chocolate finally hardened around my cockhead. Next I heard a wooshing sound, like whipped cream being placed on parts of my body. Then a pause. And finally, I felt the tie around my eyes being removed. "Tada," Lane announced as Kyle propped up my head with a pillow. I had been decorated in chocolate, whipped cream, and cherries on my nipples and cock. Additionally, some whipped cream and blueberries were filling my naval. Kyle picked up my digital camera and clicked away a few pictures. Lane and Kyle then proceeded to eat the food and chocolate from my body. The worked the nipples simultaneously and just watching them work caused me to orgasm a second time. Then Kyle bit off the chocolate cap over my cock head and poured the loose gism onto the blueberries on my naval, like a sauce. As Kyle ate the cum soaked chocolate cap, Lane ate the remaining chocolate off my shaft like it was a hot dog. Finally the two took turns eating out my naval of blueberries and whipped cream with cum sauce. I still had smears of chocolate in various locations and Kyle took some additional pictures. My cock was still surprisingly erect and Lane straddled my body and positioned his fuckhole over my cock and began to ride me. His cock was rock hard. Kyle positioned a shot glass in front of his twin brother's cock head and when Lane finally shot, the cum filled the glass about a 1/4 of the way up. Lane quickly dismounted and Kyle handed his brother the glass. Kyle then mounted my cock head similarly and Lane held the shot glass. Like his twin brother, Kyle quickly achieved a roaring orgasm and filled the shot glass about another 1/4 to 1/3 of the way up. As Kyle dismounted my cock, Lane balanced the shot glass on my navel and Kyle took more pictures. The twins then lay down next to my still restrained body and Lane began talking as Kyle held the shot glass of cum close to my lips, but just out of range of my tongue. "Kyle and I have made some decisions," Lane said. I started to open my mouth to protest and Kyle quickly inserted two fingers for me to suck on. "Listen," Lane continued, "we are not going to make another mistake like we did with the frat." I nodded and stopped trying to talk and instead sucked hard on Kyle's powerful fingers. Lane continued, "We have taken all of the legal steps we can to show you how committed we are to you, but we haven't ever clearly said it, so we wanted to say it now." Kyle picked up, "We pledge our total commitment and love to you ~exclusively~ forever and ever." Kyle's fingers were quickly replaced with a slow trickle of the twins' cum mixed together from the shot glass being drizzled into my open mouth and landing on the back of my throat and on my tongue. "We are yours forever and you are ours," Lane said. "We could never have hoped for someone as wonderful as you in our life and are quite certain you feel the same." My mouth was still filling with cum and all I could do was nod slightly in agreement. Finally the shot glass was empty and I savored their commingled cum in my mouth. The saltiness. The slightly different flavors touching different parts of my tongue. It was divine. Finally, after running their cum around my mouth for a few minutes, I swallowed the delicious nectar reluctantly. Lane kissed me with tongue followed by Kyle. Lane asked if I was hungry, I answered yes and Kyle got up to bring me some--now cold--fast food. Kyle and Lane took turns feeding me my favorite McDonald's dish: Chicken McNuggets dipped in sweet and sour sauce. Of course lots of the sauce dripped on my neck and chin as they moved the nuggets from the box, on my chest, to my mouth. The twin not feeding a given nugget would lick up the sauce and kiss me with sauce laden tongue. After feeding me all twenty nuggets, the Lane brought over a warm towel and wiped my chest and cock down. Kyle removed the butt plug. But they left me tied down. Kyle took some additional photos. Lane returned with an envelope and rested it on my chest. They had remembered my birthday. I nearly shot another load of cum just from the excitement. The boys teased me saying, "open the card." I strained slightly against the restraints as they giggled. Lane and Kyle were standing at the foot of the bed looking down at me and then they started kissing with deep tongue. Kyle then bent over his ass facing out to the golf course. His eyes looking deeply into mine as his twin brother fucked him from behind. After a few minutes, the boys swapped positions and Kyle fucked Lane. I was still restrained and Kyle picked up my card idly and said to Lane, "guess he doesn't want his present, maybe we should return it." I cursed at them and begged to be untied. Then Lane said, "maybe we should just open it for him and keep it for ourselves." I begged, pleaded and cajoled for the better part of an hour as Kyle and Lane kept passing the card back and forth between one another above my restrained body. Finally Lane relented and opened the card. The card had clearly been handmade and the front was a picture of the three of us that I had taken using a tripod and timer last semester. The photo was printed on a piece of US Letter sized photo paper folded into quarters and when Lane opened the card a smaller, folded piece of paper fell out. Kyle read the card aloud, "Dear Rafael: Happy Birthday to the most wonderful and outstanding lover in the entire world, Love Lane and Kyle." The small slip of paper was resting between my belly button and the base of my shaft. Lane picked it up, opened it and read it aloud "Good for a lifetime commitment as lovers. Presented by: Kyle and Lane Thompson. Presented to: Rafael Paz Thompson. Cash value: Priceless." I wanted to kiss them madly and drink the cum from their cocks like a firehouse but I was still helplessly tied to the bed. My nineteenth birthday present was a commitment from the loves of my life to a lifetime together. Kyle asked, "so what do you think of our gift?" I answered, "I accept!" The twins smiled and finally untied me. We fell asleep cuddled together. Beach ----- The next morning we walked down to the beach and lay in the sun next to each other for most of the day. My slightly more olive complexion kept me from baking in the sun. Their paler skin required massive amounts of sun screen. Around 2 pm, some girls came by and the three of us agree to play girls-boys volleyball together. Kyle and Lane kicked ass and I mostly tried not to screw things up for our team. Afterwards the girls insisted that the winners had to buy the losers dinner and we went to a restaurant together. The three of us had fun bearding the girls about our sexuality since the twins still were not comfortable being openly gay. Around midweek, I had the brilliant idea to look up our midsemester grades: ` Class Lane Kyle Rafael English 3.7 3.7 2.7 Calculus II 3.3 3.3 --- Spanish I 3.7 3.7 --- Business II 3.0 3.0 --- Chemistry 3.0 3.0 --- Intro Comp Sci --- --- 4.0 Photography II --- --- 4.0 Printmaking --- --- 3.3 Sculpture --- --- 4.0 ` In a sense, I was a lot worse off then the twins since they were athletes and their core focus was to get picked up by the NFL. Me on the other hand, I was an artist and dad had much higher expectations of my college grades further the 2.7 in English was simply going to be unacceptable. The rest of the vacation was a mad romp of sex in our room and days on the beach. I was so worried about my impending punishment for my grades in English and Printmaking that I did not even bother with any of the men on the plane or in the airport. Birthday Present ---------------- Back at the loft, dad greeted us and explained there were a number of things to get done: * Review our mid-semester grades * Select our sophomore year classes * Elect our majors * Celebrate my birthday (19 April) * Discuss some things dad was planning * Relax before school started again Monday Dad asked ~me~, "What would you like to do first?" "Can we get the matter of our mid-semester grades out of the way first?" "Fair enough," dad answered. I got undressed and the twins quickly followed suit. I explained my grades to dad. He was of course pleased with my 4.0's and we talked about my performance in English and Printmaking. Since the grades were not final and I had a chance to improve them yet, I received a relatively mild punishment: fifty blows with the razor strap followed my an intensive dollop of ben gay rubbed on my sore buttocks. The Ben Gay was definitely the worst part of the punishment and I had to stay bent over the back of the couch until well after both twins got spanked as well. Each twin got thirty strokes since overall their grades were as good or better than last semester. They also got the ben gay treatment. The ben gay stung like all fuck and when I was finally allowed to stand up, I made the mistake of rubbing my ass which only made the punishment worse as it stung unbelievably worse. Dad hugged us and suggested we lay down for a while as we usually did. The twins took the loft bed and Dad and I lay down together on the guest bed. Dad explained he had gotten the idea for using the Ben Gay from an Internet site on corporal punishment. I admitted that it was quite intense and unpleasant. He held me tenderly and reminded me that he loved me very much and I thanked him for the punishment. After a bit, I asked if we could celebrate my birthday next. Dad agreed and had us all get dressed and go down to the garage of the building. Only one car was in the entire garage: a Mercedes CLK55 AMG Cabriolet convertible sports car. Dad handed me the keys and said, "shall we take it for a test spin?" "Please," I said completely forgetting that my ass still stung from the earlier spanking. The twins crammed into the back seat and dad sat up front with me. I pulled the car out and drove it out of the parking garage onto the streets of our small University town. Dad suggested we cross the Mississippi and get dinner down the Interstate at a restaurant about 20 miles away. The car pulled onto the freeway effortlessly and I could tell the twins were slightly jealous since their dad had intentionally not bought them cars when they had turned driving age. The restaurant was surprisingly casual and modestly priced, but the food was terrific. Over dinner we planned out our courses for next year: ` Lane-Kyle Rafael Microecon. Microecon. Accounting Accounting Spanish II Digital Art Business 250 Photography 300: Fine Arts I Printmaking: Adv. Techniques` Thus for the Fall semester of 2002-2003, the twins and I would be in two courses together. Also they only had to take four classes to my five because of football. For majors we quickly agreed that I was going to do Fine Arts with a specialty in Photography. The twins were going for business with a minor in economics. Thus the only two remaining agenda items were dad's surprise announcement and relaxation. Lane begged to drive us home and I relented. Dad had been prepared though since there were three sets of master keys and one valet key. Dad gave me the two extra keys and with a peck on the cheek outside the restaurant, I gave each of the twins one of the sets of keys to the kick ass Mercedes. Lane made the tires squeal as we pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to the loft. All four of us stripped and headed to the massive jacuzzi/hot tub in the bathroom. Sitting in the hot tub, dad explained that he was planning a six month tour around the world that would start in a few weeks. We all congratulated dad and hung out in the hot tub a while longer before stepping out and drying off. We went downstairs and dad poured some brandy for us and we sat around talking about politics and current events. Finally the twins headed up and dad poured me a second glass. Dad kissed me good night and said he wanted to wait till he came back from his trip before he and I had more sex. I ended up sandwiched between my twin lovers for a long night of sleep and dad slept on the guest bed. Gerhard's Ordeal ---------------- In the morning, I found a long email from Kurt's account in German that was typed by Gerhard. It had been prepared during the night before Gerhard was allowed to return from Bonn for the rest of his second semester of University. I translated and forwarded the letter to the twins and my dad: > Dear Rafael, > > Thank you for a beautiful parting experience it was the last > orgasm I will ever have and I am most grateful to my master and > you for helping me to experience it one last time. > > Master Kurt performed the castration himself the other morning. > I was not given any anesthesia so I was awake through the > experience. At 0600, the other slaves woke me up and helped me > walk to the surgery. I was crying and they comforted me > reminding me how much I love my master and how they had each > given their balls to master. > > Albert securely bound me to the operating table and my head was > propped up by Wilmar to ensure that I would see the entire > surgery. > > Reinhard cleaned my scrotum and then the three of them left the > surgery. > > Master Kurt had me wait until 1100 to arrive. If I strained my > head I could see a clock on the wall behind me. The room was a > sterile surgical green and was quite bare of anything other than > sharp medical implements. In particular a row of knives and > scissors was on a table close to where my balls were positioned. > > Master asked me whether I wanted to stay or leave. I said I > wanted to be his forever. Master cleaned my scrotum again to > prevent infection and then administered an extremely mild > topical numbing ointment. > > I tried hard for Master not to scream when he made the incision > but I could not help myself. Master had my ball sacs opened in a > few minutes and I saw him pull out my balls from the protective > scrotum. I nearly passed out from the sight of my balls being > removed. Master used a scissor to cut the attachments from my > balls to my penis and then tied the tubes off. > > He then pushed the tubes back in and stitched me up. The entire > procedure was painful since there was no anaesthesia. > > Master Kurt put my testicles in a small jar and put the jar in > my restrained hand. I was told to hold my balls until I was able > to stand up and give them to Master on my hands and knees. > > Master applies some additional ointments to prevent infection of > the incision and then left the surgery. > > It was well over an hour before Albert came to release me from > the surgical table. Albert was extremely kind to help me up > saying there was nobody to help him up when the operation was > performed. > > I tried very hard not to cry Rafael and Albert helped me waddle > into Master's office and kneel on the floor so I could give him > my testicles. Master made me crawl on my own across the floor > about 4 meters to reach him. Then I had to push myself up and > beg Master to take my balls from me. > > Master thanked me and placed my balls in a safe with the other > slave balls he keeps. > > I am now useless sexually except as a slave and I belong to him > forever. > > Master ordered me to be taken upstairs and allowed a regular bed > for one night to recover from the surgery before I had to fly > home. Master will send some post-surgical instructions to you if > you could be so kind as to help him. > > Love, > > Gerhard Strangely, I found Gerhard's story simultaneously revolting and erotic. 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