Part 10 ======== 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) 2002, 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. Florida ------- I left for Florida the next day with his thick punishment belt holding up my pants. Dad and I had agreed that it was the corporal punishment implement least likely to arouse attention at security. He had found me first class tickets direct to the camp and as always I could use the first class lounge. I was feeling a bit down traveling without the twins and ignored two sexy married guys who were sitting next to me in the lounge. The plane flight itself was uneventful and I picked up the rental car and drove to the football training camp. I had brought my high end digital photography gear and my PowerBook so I was set to take pictures too. The twins greeted me like a brother so hugs were ok and I was welcomed into the group. Since I arrived on a Friday I was able to use a note dad had given me to sign the twins out of the training camp for the weekend. We drove down to Disney World and checked into the Grand Floridian a little before midnight. I turned on the water in the bathroom and the TV so nobody would hear them getting their punishments. I explained the punishments dad felt was appropriate to them and they both agreed that they were fair. I had them lay down on the bed one at a time to receive the belt. When I finished we were all glad to have that unpleasantness out of the way. We fell asleep in each others arms and in the morning at breakfast with the characters, their sore asses kept them sitting lightly. I caught them up on Jorg's training and they were impressed with the quick progress. We took the monorail around to the Magic Kingdom and entered. The twins butts were sore enough that the previous night's punishment was making it hard for them to walk around. We ended up at the Haunted Mansion first which was Kyle's favorite ride. Lane on the other hand preferred Space Mountain more. I was just happy to be with my twin lovers. It is hard for me to describe the emptiness I felt without them around for three weeks, in the nine months since I had started school with them we had become inseparable and I had become a part of their twin bond. We agreed to take turns on who would sit with me and since this was Kyle's favorite ride, he and I were together first. Midway through the ride he pulled me close and tongued me deeply. It was refreshing to feel his lips against mine again. Last night had not been very tender because I had to administer punishments. At space mountain, Lane was against me and licking my ears. We had a blast. We covered every inch of the park despite the sweltering June heat. When we returned to our hotel, a largish Fedex package was at the front desk. The twins smiled broadly and carried it up to our room. Turned out the mischievous duo had gone bonkers at Mr. S' web site and pre-ordered some bondage gear for delivery to the hotel. Gagged and Bound ---------------- As always with them, I submitted willingly. The first in was a dildo gag that filled my mouth. They had my clothing off like clockwork and then tied me to the corners of the bed with Velcro restraints and rope. Once I was secured huge buttplugs came out along with a big tube of lube. Kyle and Lane nuzzled their faces against mine and licked my ears as they manipulated the huge plugs into my ass and stroked my cock. The feelings were intense and then they slid a hood over my head. The tight fitting latex hood was intensely dark, but I was not even slightly afraid, I trusted the twins with my very life. The sensations stopped after a bit and I could feel a huge buttplug was still deeply lodged within me. I suspected the twins had wandered off for a drink at a bar or some such. The air in the room was up extremely high and it was making my nipples quite aroused. I tried to stay awake but fatigue took over and I fell asleep with a huge dildo gag in my mouth and my head hooded and my ass plugged. Not to mention that I was stretched out spread eagled and restrained. The twins woke me gently in the morning, one on my cock shaft the other on my nipples. As I roused they took the hood off slowly and then removed the gag. I was still restrained and my ass was still plugged. Kyle started kissing me deeply while Lane brought my cock to orgasm with an outstand blow job. After I unleashed my load into Lane's mouth he transferred half of my cum to Kyle and then they untied me and let me clean up so we could get to Epcot for the day. I had neglected to take many pictures in the Magic Kingdom on Saturday and today, Sunday, was our last day. We checked out of the hotel and the twins had thoughtfully brought along a piece of luggage for me to check on my way home. We enjoyed Epcot together, but there was a sadness throughout the day because we were going to be apart again soon. After dinner at the Living Seas restaurant, we headed back to football camp in time for them to make curfew. They convinced the dorm monitor to let me spend the night since I was their brother and I left I the morning anyhow. I managed to get some gorgeous shots of all of their fellow football players the next morning before heading off. We hugged goodbye as brothers and I took the car back to the airport and got back on a plane home. I did fuck the brains out of a 40-something guy wearing a wedding ring in the first class lounge. I took his tie and stuck it in a Fedex package to the twins before my plane took off. Jorg Training 6 --------------- Back home, I had to devote myself again to Jorg's training. There was a voicemail on my home message machine from Jorg begging me to let him visit in the middle of the week. I called up his wife at home while Jorg was at work and reported his mistake. She said Jorg was behaving himself but had tried to get the chastity belt off once. I promised sever punishment on Friday as well as measurements for a Tollyboy. By the time Friday came, Jorg had left a voicemail a day. I greeted him outside the loft with a flogger in hand and dragged him into the loft and had him tied to the bench in under a minute. I reviewed his wife's note, he was doing well in terms of pleasing her sexually. "Jorg," I said softly, "what gave you the idea you could call here?" "Please," he whimpered. I began flogging Jorg's bare back with the flogger. The effect was immediate as Jorg hollered out in pain instantly after the first stroke. Twenty strokes later his back had turned bright red and in a few places welts were starting to come up. I switched to a finer whip and began to break open the skin slightly. His cries for mercy were quite exquisite. When I finished, I fucked him, rubbed alcohol onto his wounds, stood him up and measured him for a Tollyboy and then kicked him out on to my doorstop with a new note and without even a tender kiss. The next day I drove up to dad's mansion to have sex with him. We made love on the grass of the back lawn as well as on the dinner table. The sex was not nearly as exciting as with my twin lovers but I loved my dad very much too. He was excited to hear about my plans with Jorg but also wanted to travel with me to San Francisco to measure and pick out some special toys for the playroom. We left Sunday afternoon and returned on the redeye Monday. I would share what we bought but that would spoil the fun of getting to describe the playroom in greater detail in a later diary entry. Access Denied called me about the Tollyboy order and that they thought they could have it ready before June 28. Which was perfect. I had two more visits with Jorg before June 28 and the week after I was going with my dad on the Panama Canal cruise. Jorg Training 7 --------------- During the week, Jorg was supposed to let his wife fuck him with a strap on every day and walk around the house naked at all times. When he arrived Friday his back was still welted from the previous week. He went over the spanking bench willingly and I took the note from him and opened it before tying him down. It seemed like he had performed well during the week and was getting used to being fucked nightly by his wife with the strap on as well as having to lick her pussy and nipples. Jorg's wife was reporting significant attitude and behavioral improvement in Jorg. I let him stand up without administering punishment and instead took him to my bed and lay with him with the CB-2000 removed and all but his right hand restrained. He was going to have to make himself ejaculate this time. I did however lay next to him and kissed him and told him he was learning to be a good husband to his wife and that I was proud of his progress. I was feeling generous and let him have two orgasms before reattaching the CB-2000. I then untied him and made him suck me off for an hour before sending him home to let his wife fuck him. There was no new note this week since I wanted him to continue through the end of June as we had been doing. The following week was equally uneventful and he was understanding the rhythm of his new life. During the week if he served his wife faithfully and pleased her every sexual need then he would be permitted a private release. If he fell down slightly, he had to surrender himself to a brutal punishment and no release. The Tollyboy was waiting for him on the 28th of June, 2002. He saw it when he entered the room and tried to leave but I grabbed his arm, tackled him to the floor and cuffed his hands behind his back. I debated flogging him for disobedience, but decided against it. Besides, I was leaving for a 15 day Panama Canal cruise on the 29th and would not be back till late in July. The real consequence of his disobedience was that there would be no release today. The dire nature of that sunk in when I said to him, "By the way, I am not sure if I mentioned this but I will be out of town until July 17th?" I could feel his heart sinking, as I stood him up and removed the CB-2000. I was efficient about attaching the Tollyboy and careful not to stimulate him. I had given his wife explicit instructions on using the Tollyboy and keeping him clean while I was gone. I also had told her where she could get the key--Mr. Thompson's household servants had the spare. I have seen grown men cry before, for example I have cried more than once during a severe whipping, but watching Jorg Peters cry as I fitted the Tollyboy closed on him on June 28th was one of the single most erotic experiences of my life. I knew at that moment that I alone controlled his sexual functions. He really no longer was a man and he knew it too. After allowing him an hour restrained to my bed to be sure that I had fitted the belt right I walked him around the outside of the building four times as well. All quite humiliating and only then did I send him home with a new note. 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