Scott VI
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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) 1999, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Starting Out
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  While most relationships start with a blissful honeymoon period
  that sometimes stretches several months, most relationships of the
  type between a Smith family husband and a Smith family wife fall
  apart in those first few months. The marriage of Mike, one of
  Scott's older brothers, to Julie had almost fallen apart after
  just two weeks. Julie had chafed under the rules quickly. Though
  she was born into a family with similar traditions, she always
  had been a rebellious child.
  
  The first two weeks, Julie spent a tremendous amount of time in
  the corner being punished. Mike was miserable. Finally, Julie's
  father along with my father in-law, Brian, managed to break the
  impasse. Now, married two years, they were a happy couple, but it
  was a stressful beginning.
  
  The marriage between Sam and Mark was off to an equally rocky
  start, albiet in the reverse direction. Sam was still quite
  unprepared to act as a proper husband to Mark. The fact that they
  shared the house with Scott and I helped. However, Scott's extended
  absences to accomodate his shooting schedule in Vancouver were
  less than helpful.
  
  The first fiasco occurred on game day, the first Saturday after Sam
  moved in. Everyone had agreed to watch the game. After Mark and I
  brought the snacks out, I immediately kneeled in front of Scott
  and began to suck his dick. Sam however said nothing to Mark who
  stood there for over five minutes before Scott ordered me to give
  Sam a blow job and then had Mark work him over.
  
  These nuances of utter control were lost on Sam. Mark wanted to be
  Sam's kept "woman" much like I was Scott's, but Sam was sorely
  unprepared. Scott had delayed the initiation ceremony until just
  before Thanksgiving already and talk amongst the three of us was
  of pushing it back into 1999.
  
Lance Revisits
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  Lance's next visit was with my sister in-law Sarah in tow. Sarah
  had just recently given birth to their baby boy Michael shortly
  after the last visit. Because she was still nursing, she was
  excluded from most of the activities of the otherwise quite erotic
  weekend.
  
  The first event of which was a joint Jack-Mark spanking with our
  husbands looking on. Lance tied us together face to face, cock to
  cock. Mark was only an inch or two shorter than myself so we lined
  up nicely.
  
  The canvas restraints that had bound me to the table on the
  previous visit were used to hold us close. One strap wrapped
  around us just below our buttocks and the other right above our
  buttocks.
  
  He reached between our sandwiched bodies and attached rubberbands
  to bind our stiffened cocks to one another.  Then we were pushed
  onto the table, my butt up in the air first.
  
  Scott handed Lance some rattan canes direct from Singapore and a
  new, very severe type of pain was about to begin.
  
  Tied together, struggle as either of us might there really was no
  escaping the blows. Lance began gently, but firmly with several
  firm strokes of the cane. The sensation is quite different than
  that brought on by a paddle's brunt force. Instead, lines of
  tingling, stinging pain are produced. The most sensitive spot
  being where the tip of the cane strikes.
  
  After ten or so gentle strokes, Lance began taking firmer blows
  that left me gasping and yelping. With my face pushed against
  Mark's my noises got swallowed into his face as he could feel the
  force of the blows.
  
  With our cocks bound together, every movement by me aroused us
  both further despite the intense pain that Lance was inflicting.
  As the intensity of the blows increased, I tried deep kissing Mark
  to escape the pain, while it reduced the sounds, nothing could
  deaden the intense stringing, brutalizing pain that Lance was
  inflicting.
  
  He paused for a moment and applied some oils to my buttocks and I
  could feel how sensitive my ass was already from his touch. In
  places, I was convinced I could feel his fingers press into
  depressions the cane had made into my buttocks.
  
  Lance paused for a few moments and then picked up a thicker,
  heavier cane. I could hear the cane swing through the air and then
  stop for a few seconds before I felt the searing line of pain and
  the particular sting at where the tip hit and my head lifted from
  Mark's mouth and I yelped.
  
  Lance continued. He worked from near my feet landing the tip in
  sensitive spots near my ass crack and lower thighs before
  returning to thrash my ass again. Even the slightest movement on
  my part due to the caning caused my cock to rub firmly against
  Mark's to which it was bound.
  
  As the thrashing continued in intensity I began to plea for an
  end. Scott spoke up and suggested anal beads which he himself slid
  into my fuckhole. These were huge beads, each was probably an inch
  and a half in diameter and there were seven of them. He worked
  them in as he squeezed my tenderized ass flesh arousing a mixture
  of pain and ectasy that was heretofore unmatched. Then with the
  beads inside me, he stopped abruptly.
  
  The pain returned, again delayed, the searing line of intense pain
  was unbelievable. Each stroke brought slight movement on my part
  which jiggled the many huge beads inside my fuckhole and rubbed my
  cock against Mark's. The pain, the pleasure was unbelievable and
  Lance just kept caning me.
  
  Sam asked Scott aloud about the markings and deep red lines that
  were appearing on my buttocks and I heard Scott saying, "What's
  good enough for my sister is good enough for my wife." Lance
  continued. The intensity of the pain from each stroke was growing
  immensely and Mark tried comfort me by offering his tongue to
  probe my mouth, but the pain was too intense.
  
  I began yelling out after each brutalizing stroke of the cane.
  Lance simply picked up a cane with a sharp edge and held it in
  front of my face. I screamed, "Please Lance." He said, "You know
  how to make it stop." I did, I supposed, I had to orgasm despite
  the pain, I had to accept him and his discipline and the pain and
  realize that I was my husband's property, and thus his.
  
  The first stroke of the cane with the sharp edge struck and I
  could feel it cut my skin slightly. My body suddenly relaxed,
  mentally I was accepting my role and the endorphins were flowing.
  The pain of the sharpened cane was arousing suddenly and as he
  began to cut my butt open, I shot a huge load of cum between Mark
  and my chests.
  
  The caning stopped. Scott took some polaroids and showed them to
  me as I was left sobbing slightly against Mark. The polaroids
  revealed an ass with deep red channels and five distinct cuts
  where a thin line of blood was coming forth. As I watched the
  polaroids marvelling at Lance's handiwork, Scott applied alcohol
  and then rolled me over onto my sore butt leaving a lightly
  alcohol soaked towel underneath me. The stinging was intense and
  the anal beads were left in place. It was Mark's turn.
  
Mark's Turn
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  I knew Mark was excited to get his first spanking from a male
  relative. Getting it from Lance had to be all that more exciting.
  Lance's strong musculature and reputation among the wives for
  being the most brutal spanker was well known. Mark had told me
  after Lance's last visit how jealous he was. I was not entirely
  certain that Mark would be quite so jealous once he had felt the
  full force of Lance's punishment.
  
  Lance announced, "Since this is your first visit with me, you can
  have the paddle, but ask Sarah, you get tender once only." I could
  feel Mark's cock stiffen against my chest as his eyes widened.
  Lance turned to Sam and said, "I think you and Scott should leave
  now."
  
  Scott concurred and pulled Sam from the room. There was no way he
  was ready to see Mark treated like this yet. But this was what
  Mark wanted. Heck, I wanted it too, I belonged to Scott and I
  loved when Scott controlled my sex and demanded intense sexual
  acts. Mark wanted the same from Sam.
  
  Lance explained the rules to Mark, much like he had to me the
  first time. "This is going to hurt a lot Mark, Sarah usually ends
  up crying tremendously before she is able to achieve orgasm. I can
  guarantee that you will find it quite painful. However, I will not
  stop under **any** circumstance until you orgasm." I remembered
  him saying those words to me. Mark gasped as a large, cool,
  lubricated plug slid into his fuckhole.
  
  Then the apin started. The wooden paddle was striking Mark's bare,
  exposed ass violently. The force of the paddle pushed Mark into me
  and pressed him closer. He hollered in pain. He struggled, but
  with the two of us bound so tightly together, there was little
  room to move. Blow after blow from the paddle began to rain down
  on his ass.
  
  I offered my mouth and my tongue as slight comfort to him, but he
  was in too much pain and struggling too much. Each blow brought
  pleas, screams, yelps, hollers, begging. Lance ignored it. Mark
  was still hard though. His strong body was pressed against my own
  and I enjoyed the force of the paddle pushing him into me as he
  then let of one or more sounds of pain.
  
  After twenty minutes, Mark was cursing like a sailor and Lance
  just increased the force of the blows. I could tell because the
  impact drove Mark and his still hard cock against me more
  forcefully.
  
  Sam came back in with Scott, at his feet saying, "You are not
  allowed to interfere." Lance did not even stop striking Mark as
  Scott hauled Sam out of the room saying, "Go take Sarah if you
  want, but you cannot interfere between Lance and Mark."
  
  My limp dick was still tied to Mark's hard cock and I began to get
  aroused by the sounds of his agony. The anal beads still within me
  were also stimulated by the movement and shaking from the
  paddling.
  
  With Mark still hollering and cursing, Lance announced, "Time for
  a paddle with holes then."
  
  Mark screamed, "NOOOOOOO!"
  
  It was too late, Lance struck Mark, the sensations for me were
  different, in a sense there was less force, but the response in
  Mark was clearly more intense. His entire face contorted in pain
  in front of my and he let out an even louder holler. "NOOOOO!
  Fucking NOOOOO! STOP! Asshole," he cried.
  
  Lance hit harder. I felt the force of the blow in a more
  pronounced fashion. Mark's potty mouth got worse. "Fuck you," he
  screamed, "stop you fucking asshole."
  
  Lance stepped back and took a running blow. The expression on
  Mark's face said it all: unbelievable pain. He lost his breath and
  could not say anything as Lance stepped back and took another
  running blow.
  
  Then the crying started. Mark was bawling like a child. Lance
  switched back to the smooth paddle and continued to administer
  violent blows. I felt Mark's tears land on my face and I again
  offered my mouth and tongue in compassion. Rebuffed in that
  attempt, I watched Mark continue to bawl like a child as Lance
  continued without mercy. Then it happened, Mark's body tensed, I
  could see his face contort slightly, he was going to orgasm.
  
  I felt his warm juices spill onto my chest and then his body
  sagged onto mine in utter exhaustion.  After a few minutes, Lance
  applied alcohol to Mark's butt and rolled us over with Mark laying
  on a lightly, alcohol soaked towel.
  
  Massage oil was applied to my tenderized buttocks and he
  announced, "All closed up. I'm going to leave you guys like this
  while us husbands get dinner. Sarah will check in every fifteen
  minutes, but you guys aren't going anyhwere."
  
  Mark was still sobbing and I kissed Mark and whispered to him,
  "So?" He just sobbed and smiled at me, I nodded and kissed him
  again.
  
  If Sarah actually checked on us, I could not see or hear her. We
  lay on the table, sore and restrained for what seemed like an
  enternity.
  
After Dinner
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  Still laying on the table for what must have been over an hour,
  Mark and I lay quietly. Noise at the front door, I heard the men
  entering. Lance and Scott could be hear exhorting Sam to relax and
  get with the program.
  
  Scott came into the dining room, rather than speak he lay down
  some sort of covering on the floor. Lance came in and began to
  unbind us. He cautioned us verbally, "Don't go anywhere quickly,
  we aren't done."
  
  Lance helped me, then Mark up. We found outselves standing on a
  plastic sheet. Lance handed each of us a large glass container.
  "If you want the butt plug or anal beads out, piss in the jug,
  then drink," he said matter of factly.
  
  Scott looked at me approvingly. Sam's expression was more
  confused.
  
  My bladder was quite full, so I let loose in the container. A rich
  yellow, smelly load of urine filled it up. Mark followed quickly.
  The drinking was the harder part. I lifted the container to my
  face, the odor was overwhelming. I pulled it away. Mark was more
  hesitant, if Sam was not going to back Lance he did not see the
  need to follow through. I knew better, Scott would back Lance
  two-hundred percent and then some.
  
  I lifted the container again, Lance approached and pushed the
  container against my mouth and my own urine began to fill my mouth
  and pour onto my body and trickle onto the floor. It was warm and
  salty. I swallowed as much as I could and Lance seemed pleased.
  Sam started to object but Lance turned and said, "Enough already,
  you are just upsetting Mark here and not helping, go fuck my wife
  if you want, but just shut up already."
  
  Lance took the jar out of Mark's hands and began pouring the urine
  into his mouth. Mark tried to avoid swallowing and Lance waited to
  force Mark to take it down.
  
  Once we had both taken our medecine, the plug was removed from
  Mark's ass. Next, Lance removed the anal beds from my ass. The
  sensations were intense.
  
  Scott handed me a large one liter bottle of Evian. "Drink," he
  said firmly. A similar bottle was handed to Mark by Sam, more
  hesitatingly with the same command. We did. The clean, milky Evian
  helped wash the salty, odiforous taste of urine from my mouth, but
  the smell clung to my body from the drying urine that overflowed.
  
  The glass containers were returned to our hands by Lance.
  "Piss," he ordered. We complied. The urine jars were taken and
  covered. "Go shower," Lance ordered, "together."
  
  We showered together and enjoyed feeling each other's sore
  buttocks. The tenderness of our asses was intense. In the mirror,
  I could see the devestating effect the cane had wrought uppon my
  ass. Deep red lines striped me up. Mark's butt bore larger bruises
  and welts. Ouch!
  
  After showering, we headed down, still naked. Scott guided us to
  the kitchen where a warm dinner was waiting. But, next to each
  place setting was a yellow beverage--our urine. Scott explained,
  "you will both eat every single thing on your plates and then
  finish your beverage before you will be excused from the table."
  
  Mark looked at me, and I at him, I looked at Scott and said, "It
  looks like a very nice meal Scott, thank you." Mark just started
  to sob. Scott cut Sam off and said, "Mark, listen to Jack, he's a
  good wife and knows this has all been about helping both of you
  accept your roles." Sam clammed up and I started to eat. I decided
  to drink my own urine first. This time it was cooler than earlier,
  but still intense and salty. Done with the unpleasant task, I
  turned to the gourmet stuffed chicken breast and mashed potatoes.
  
  Once I finished, Scott scooped me up, kissed me and carried me to
  the bedroom. Mark however did not let things go that easy. By the
  time Scott was whisking me away for a night of cuddling, kissing,
  and touching, Mark had only picked at his meal and was looking at
  a serious visit to the corner.
  
  Cuddling Scott and I professed our undying love to one another in
  the corner. I shared that the entire day had been an intense turn
  on and that I really hoped Lance would keep visiting. Scott
  explained that he wanted to use a new prison strap he had picked
  up from a friend on me later in the week. Also, we were going to
  work on some hoods and body sacs.
  
  I was very happy.
  
Morning
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  The kitchen in the morning was a not pretty sight. Dinner was
  untouched and the urine jar was full. Scott asked me to check in
  on Lance and then check the other spare room to see if Mark was
  being punished.
  
  Upstairs, Lance was alone with the baby, asleep. In Sam's room, I
  found Sam wrapped around my sister in-law, Sarah. Mark was not
  there. The small second guest room had him. He was asleep. I went
  down and told Scott. He suggested that I wake him and talk to him,
  wife-to-wife.
  
  I woke Mark gently with a kiss to the forehead. He pulled me into
  the bed and started to cry. "Lance loves you and so does Sam,
  yesterday was all about showsing that to you," he explained.
  
  Mark responded, "But if Sam doesn't care."
  
  "He does," I said, "he slept with Sarah last night. It will take
  some time."
  
  Mark got out of bed. "I better go eat dinner then," he said. We
  kissed.
  
  Downstairs, Scott positioned Mark in a corner as Scott and I ate
  breakfast. When Lance awoke, he took Mark from the corner and
  handed him, his now cold urine. Mark drank it all down and then
  Lance pulled him close and held him.
  When Sam came down a bit later, he took Mark upstairs immediately
  and sounds of loud sex could be heard eminanting from within.
  
  I certainly had a better feeling that things were going to work
  out between Sam and Mark.
  
Lance: Take 3
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  Despite the tender, abused state of my ass, Lance took me upstairs
  to the bathroom with him. The first step was an enema. A large
  black bag was filled with warm tap water. Standing in the shower
  stall, he had me lean against the wall. Lance inserted a long
  nozzle into my fuckhole and then slid it up a few inches.
  
  Next, he had me turn around and kneel on the floor of the shower
  stall. Lance hung the enema bag up on the edge of the stall and
  positioned his cock in front of my face.
  
  "Suck," he commanded. I started sucking his semi-erect cock. As my
  lips surrounded his shaft, his cock stiffened. Then, the flow of
  water into my body began. The water was warm, but the rapid
  filling flow was intense. I tried to focus on sucking Lance's hard
  fucktool.
  
  The intensity of sensations in my gut was overwhelming though. I
  began to fidget and Lance grabbed my hair and rammed his cock into
  my mouth, deep throating me. I could not move. All I could do was
  inhale his musky man smell, deep throat his fucktool, and allow
  the water to fill my gut.
  
  Finally, the flow of water into my gut stopped. He pulled his
  cockshaft from my mouth and said, "Don't move." The tube was slid
  out from my butt and he said, "Hold it." The pressure in my gut
  was intense.
  
  A largish butt plug was produced and quickly slid into my
  fuckhole. I gasped as it slid past my ring and lodged itself in
  place trapping the enema inside me.
  
  Then he dried me off and brought me over to the bed. Laying me
  down on my back with my mouth towards the middle of the bed, I
  quickly found Lance on top of me with his throbbing fuckrod
  working my mouth.
  
  My arms were pinioned by his muscular arms and with a full gut,
  movement of my lower body seemed to be an agony. My own cock was
  rigid as Lance worked my mouth like a fuckhole, jackhammering his
  rock hard tool in and out rapidly and deeply. The tastes and
  smells of his cock and groin were tremendously arousing.
  
  Precum began to trickly onto the back of my throat, it tickled.
  Then he exploded. He pulled out slightly so the massive load of
  cum filled my tongue. It's salty, stickiness filled my mouth. He
  pulled out and said, "Hold it."
  
  Still pinioned, I held the cum in my mouth and the enema in my
  gut. I allowed the sticky cum to coat my tongue and absorb its
  many rich flavors.
  
  "We are going to stand up now," Lance explained, "and head to the
  toilet, hold the cum in your mouth still though." I nodded. He
  released me and then helped me up. At the toilet, the butt plug
  was removed and he helped me sit on the toilet.
  
  I relaxed and the enema came gushing out. The smells and tastes
  were intense, with his now cooling, sticky, flavored cum still
  filling my mouth, the aromas of peppermint added to the enema
  filled my nostrils. Finally, Lance flushed the toilet and stood me
  up. I felt cleaned out.
  
  "Show me your tongue," he said. I opened my mouth so he could see
  his cum still twirling around my tongue. He smiled and said,
  "Good, now you can swallow it." I did and it felt good.
  
  We cuddled on the bed for the remainder of the morning.
  
Hollywood Sweathearts
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  While Lance and Sarah were still visiting, Sunday morning for
  brunch Scott had made us brunch plans with a particular Hollywood
  couple. As the wife greeted us at the door, I recognized her face
  immediately from the shop on Rodeo drive (See Scott III,
  Ceremony).
  
  This time I got a better look, well at least the rumormill was
  partially true. Her well-known husband was barely taller than my
  husband. Once inside, he quickly took me upstairs.
  
  On the ride over, Scott had already explained that he likes to get
  rough, but to just relax and enjoy it. Scott would enjoy the wife,
  but my real goal was to make Nick happy so Scott would get a part
  in a movie Nick was leading man in.
  
  Nick practically ripped my clothing off. One look at my striped,
  brutalized ass brought a smile to his face. Out of nowhere, he
  slapped me across the face and pushed me into the bed. My face
  stung where his hand had struck. Slap, again.
  
  Violently he pinioned my arms above my head and with his body
  weight he kept me pinned down as he slid my wrists into loops
  dangling between the bars of the headboard. Arms restrained, he
  slapped me again, and again. It really hurt--a lot.
  
  Strangely, I was aroused. He turned to slapping my erect cock and
  then he restained my legs.
  
  Nick was not gentle. I could not tell if he was aroused as he
  stayed dressed as he worked my body.
  
  Despite his small stature, his musculature and strength were
  surprising as he forcefully slapped me all over my body with his
  hands.
  
  Slap, my face. Slap, my cock. Slap, my inner thigh. Slap, my
  nipples. Then he began slapping my upper chest like a drum
  violently. Next, the soles of my feet were beaten. Slap, Slap, my
  outer thighs. Next, his slapping hands returned to my cock, my
  face, and my nipples.
  
  It hurt.
  
  He was playing my body like a musical slapping instrument. My face
  seemed the sorest, but strangely I found his rough way arousing.
  Throughout the entire affair, he did not say a single word to me,
  kiss me, or particularly show that he was aroused.
  
  But the slapping continued. My entire body felt sore from the
  sting of his slaps. The pace of the slaps steadily increased as
  did their force. He began to work specific body parts tender.
  First my inner thighs.
  
  Next, my nipples. I could see how brightly red they were before he
  stopped. Then right under my outstretched arms. God that stung.
  
  I let out a yelp as he began to beat my face. Instead of stopping,
  he took out a riding crop and began to beat my cockshaft. I
  started to scream in pain and he just kept striking the tip of my
  cock with the riding crop.
  
  I began to writhe in agony, but Nick just kept up the assault.
  Scott had told me this would hurt, but I was not quite prepared
  for the assault that Nick was dealing out. My body was already
  tender from Lance's affectations the other day and Nick's all out
  assault on my body--now with the riding crop was leaving deep
  crimson marks as well as bruises across my entire body.
  
  The louder I screamed, the more violently Nick thrashed me with
  the riding crop. Finally, a pause came. I was still screaming, my
  body in pain. He whispered, "You want Scott to be the best
  supporting actor in the sequel or not?"
  
  "Yes," I managed to get out, still crying.
  
  He punched my violently in the gut, and shouted, "Do you want
  Scott to get the part?"
  
  My wind knocked out of me, I could barely talk.
  
  He punched me again. "Well," he asked menacing me.
  
  I felt like I couldn't talk as blow after blow landed in my gut
  knocking the wind out of me. Then he went back to the riding crop
  till every inch of my chest, arms, legs, cock, sides, outer
  thighs, and inner thighs, was tender to the touch.
  
  It was methodical intense violence and I was screaming through it
  all.
  
  When he stopped, he left me there tied, sore and crying. I was not
  certain if he had orgasmed, or was even aroused. A few minutes
  later, Scott came in and untied me and held me sobbing, and sore,
  in his arms.
  
  "I got the part," he whispered to me as he held me tenderly and
  rocked me. "He's had several close run ins with the police over
  some male prostitutes he's roughed up over the years. His wife,
  well she and he have never had sex, but if she even thinks of
  something sexual with another man what he did to you is nothing."
  
  I suppose, I should have felt sorry, but mostly, I was just
  wracked by pain. Scott wrapped me in soft sweatpants and a loose
  sweatshirt and carried me to the car. In the car, we drove home
  and he had me soak for two hours in the tub with hot water and
  various chemicals to help soothe my skin.
  
  Scott kept me away from Lance and everyone for a few days till the
  soreness and bruises from Nick's thrashing went down. We even
  talked about it that first night, and he asked if I would do it
  again, and I said yes, because of how much I loved him. He said,
  he had not believed Nick was really that way till he saw what
  happened, everything he had heard was just rumors. He assured me,
  never again would I be mistreated so.

Gentle Touch
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  A few weeks after my encounter with Nick, Scott was on the set
  of a wildly anticipated sequel that would later rocket him
  to greater stardom. Meanwhile, my body had recovered from
  Nick's thrashing, and Scott had bought an all Lycra body suit
  for me to wear around the house along with several
  chastity devices.
  
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