River shuddered as he lay over the end of the bed, his pert buttocks lifted up, undefended in the air. This was it, the time that he knew would come. The first time his Master disciplined him. He had already tasted the strap so he knew what to expect but somehow this seemed different. This time he was shaking all over. This time it was his Master holding the strap. He wanted to look around, to see his Master but he didn’t dare. So he imagined what he looked like standing behind him, his cock solid and straining against his jeans as he bent the thick leather of his belt in two and pulled it though his hands. Unbidden tears formed in River’s eyes. This was worse, much, much worse than the strapping he had received already. His Master had yet to swing his belt and already he was on the verge of blubbering like a baby. Not because he feared the pain, he did of course fear how much it was going to hurt, but because it was his Master holding the leather. It was his Master that had disappointment in his eyes.
He cried out suddenly, the sound muffled by his ball gag and he grasped hold of the blankets, his knuckles turning white as Endy’s shaky voice said ‘One.’
His arse felt as if it was on fire. Oh this was worse, much, much worse. The blow had been delivered with force, more than he had already experienced. ‘Two,’ Endy said, and River bent his right leg and twisted as the shock of the second blow reverberated through his slender body. He was whimpering he realised. He had wondered where that pathetic noise was coming from. It was from him, his pleas muffled effectively by the gag.
‘River, stand still and lift up your ass,” Franziskus said sternly.
River, shaking all over lifted his arse once more. Almost immediately the belt bit into his tender flesh and he howled into the gag, twisting once more from the vicious blows. “Three,’” Endy almost whimpered. He knew that once his brother had been punished it would be his turn and seeing the force of the blows was scaring him.
“I said stand still,” Franziskus boomed. “Endy, straddle your brother’s back and hold him in place.”
River tried to protest but the words just came as muffled sounds. He felt his brother’s weight on his lower back and felt his cock resting on the top of his crack. He could feel his brother shaking on top of him, trembling in anticipation of his own punishment. This time when the belt cracked over his bare buttocks there was no escape. He screamed, burying his face into the bedclothes, reaching behind him in a vain effort to protect his defenceless arse. “Four,” Endy almost whispered. Positioned as he was, he could see the blows coming and feel the aftermath coursing through his slender brother’s body.
“One,” Franziskus corrected him. “Start again at one.”
Endy made a small whimpering noise and replied. “Yes, my Master.” The belt fell again. “One,” Endy said.
River screamed with every blow to his body. He knew when they were coming because he felt his brother tense up a second before the belt hit. By the time Endy said, “Six,” River was a shaking mess. His ass felt as if molten rock had been poured all over it. He stamped his feet trying to ease the pain with movement but nothing he did helped.
“Your turn, my lil moonbeam, “Franziskus said not unkindly.
“I’ll be good, my Master,” the brunette promised. “Please, my Master, I promise I will be good.”
“I know you will, my lil moonbeam but you still have to take your punishment.” Franziskus paused for a moment, his eyes on his lil Sunshine’s badly bruised ass. “Would you like your brother to sit on your back?” he asked.
River never heard a reply, he figured that Endy must have nodded because his Master barked the order for him to take up position on his brother’s back and hold him down as he himself had been. He hissed in pain as his tender rump rested on his brother but he couldn’t lift up, he had been commanded to hold down his brother with is body and he didn’t dare disobey.
“Count for your brother,” Franziskus snapped and then a soft “Oh,” slipped from his lips. “You are gagged, I forgot. Endy, you will have to count for yourself. Nice and loudly so I can hear, or I will have to start over. “
The first blow fell squarely over Endy’s firm buttocks and River saw the angry red welt appear immediately on his soft white skin. Not having the luxury of having his cries muffled, a pained cry ripped from the brunette’s throat. “Wh... one,” Endy counted, the pain in his voice more than obvious. The second blow fell before he had finished counting the last, and his buttocks tensed up as he tried to twist out of it, but with the weight of his brother on his back he couldn’t move. He could feel the heat from the blonde’s ass in his lower back and the fire in his own arse as he cried “two.”
The third blow fell three heartbeats after the second, and again Endy cried out. “Three, he whimpered. “Three, my Master.”
Behind him, Franziskus nodded with satisfaction. “Now my boys, to my feet and thank me for your punishment.”
River moved stiffly, wincing as he got off his brother. It had hurt him badly to press down on his brother’s back but he knew he had to, the same as he knew he would have to kneel with his tender backside resting on the heels of his feet. The two boys moved in unison, both trying not to hurt themselves further. Both hung their heads, not meeting their Master’s eyes.
“Thank you, my Master,” Endy whispered.
River tried to say the words but they were lost in his gag and he whimpered with fear that he would be punished again.
He saw his Master’s feet just to the side of him and then heard him order Endy into his arms. It was silent for a moment, and then a soft sob slipped from his brother’s lips. “You are forgiven, my lil moonbeam.” Franziskus said softly.
River felt his brother return to his knees by his side and then his Master’s feet appeared in front of him.
“Come to my arms, my lil sunshine,” he said softly. “Show me you are sorry.”
Painfully River got to his feet and pressed his body to his Master. He didn’t try to hold him; he just stood shaking with pain as his Master enveloped him in his embrace. He rested his head on Franziskus’s chest and began to sob. “You are forgiven, my lil sunshine,” Franziskus said softly, stroking over his silky blond hair. “It is done now, it is forgiven and forgotten.”
“No more tears,” Franziskus said kindly. He lifted River’s chin and used his thumb to wipe away the tears gathering under his eyes. “No more tears,” he said reinforcing his word. River nodded again and Franziskus kissed his forehead almost tenderly. “Join your brother,” he said gently. “Stand both of you, your hands on your heads, your backs to me. I wish to inspect your asses.”
Endy and River stood side by side, both boys still trembling from their ordeal. Endy hissed as his ass was grabbed, his Master pressing on the bruises that were forming. True to his word Endy stood completely still, being good, as his backside was examined. “Bend over the bed,” Franziskus said, when he was happy with how his work had marked his boy. He turned his attention to River, prodding and pinching the painful welts on his pale skin. Again satisfied, Franziskus ordered his blond to the bed too.
His cock was throbbing in his jeans as he looked down on his precious boys. He already cared deeply for them both but would show no weakness. He couldn’t. He was their Master and a boy was only as good as the Master that controlled them. He stepped up close to his blond slut, gripping his hips as he rubbed his groin up and down the boy’s crack, he felt the heat burning through his jeans and wanted to feel more, using one hand he popped the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper, allowing his cock to be free. It jutted out from his body, solid as a rock, throbbing in anticipation. Franziskus spat on his hand and smoothed his spittle over himself; he lined himself up, rubbing the glans over his lil sunshine’s rosebud. He felt the boy begin to shake again but ignored it as he pressed forward, pushing himself past the tight sphincter. The boy beneath him moaned deeply, and fisted the bed sheet, his knuckles white once more with tension. Franziskus stroked his hand over the red bruised skin and thrust forward with force, sinking deep into the boy. His fingers gripped tightly to the boy’s narrow hips, bruising him even more, pulling him back on to him as he thrust deeper and deeper. With a guttural groan he pulled out. If he carried on he would come in the boy and his second boy would be denied the pleasure of his Master’s cock inside him. He slapped River’s arse a stinging blow making the blond whimper.
Franziskus repositioned himself behind his lil moonbeam. Again he moistened his manhood before pressing deep inside the brunette. His second boy was even tighter than his first, making him groan with intense pleasure as he sunk into him up to his balls. Unable to hold back he began to fuck his boy, rocking his hips back and forth, plunging into him with force. Sweat ran down his face as he pulled out of him and shifted his weight plunging in again to his lil sunshine, fucking one then the other, over and over. His boys were panting and moaning, tearing at the bed sheets, their pretty faces pressed into the bed.
“Beg me,” he grunted as he thrust his whole length into River’s tender arse. “Beg me to fuck you!”
“Please,” River mumbled around the gag, his words lost.
Frustrated, Franziskus slapped his gagged boy’s arse again and yanked himself out, turning his attention to his brunette boy instead. “You,” he growled. “Beg me to fuck you.”
Endy groaned loudly as his virgin arse was pushed into again. “Please,” he begged. “Please, my Master, fuck me.”
Franziskus slapped his arse. “Louder,” he growled. “Beg me like you mean it. Beg me to fuck your boy cunt, slut.”
Endy’s face burned red. “Please, my Master,” he begged. “Please fuck your slut’s boy cunt.”
The brunette’s words sent Franziskus over the edge and he came hard inside his lil moonbeam, filling him with his seed. As his arse was filled, Endy came too, unable to control his body as he was fucked for the first time. The free man leaned down over his slut and licked his ear, his soft breath caressing it. “I give you that one, my beautiful slut, but if you ever come again without permission, ten lashes will be yours.”
Endy whimpered in fear, “Yes, my Master,” he whispered. “Sorry, my Master, it won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t, my lil moonbeam,” Franziskus said kindly. He turned his eyes to this blond slut who was still bent over the bed, grinding desperately, his boy cock still engorged and his boy cunt wide open. “On your knees both of you.”
Both boys moved in one fluid motion, his brunette with his boy cock hanging limply between his legs and his blond with his still jutting out painfully from his body. “I think I will take a nap now,” he said, pulling his tee shirt up over his head. His eyes rested on Endy. “Is your arsehole hurting?” he asked, he hadn’t meant his boy’s first time to be so rough but the excitement of the spanking had taken over and he had been much more forceful than he had meant to be.
“It burns,” the brunette said softly. He kept his eyes low, his pretty face burning with embarrassment.
“Go and wash it with cool water,” he said kindly, “it will soon stop hurting.”
The brunette whispered “yes, my Master, thank you, my Master,” and got up and padded barefooted to the bathroom.
Franziskus looked down at his blond. The boy was shaking and his cock dripping. “My poor lil sunshine,” he said softly in his lilting German accent. He crouched down in front of him and took his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. The blond boy whimpered and tried to press into the touch. Franziskus withdrew his hand. “Count this as part of your punishment, my lil sunshine. Do not touch it, do not make yourself cum. Do I have to tie your hands?”
River shook his head and looked up miserably at his owner.
“You do not get to cum today.” Franziskus said firmly. “If you are very good, I will let you cum tomorrow but do not bank on it.”
River nodded, he was thoroughly miserable. This was meant to be a holiday. His body jerked with a swallowed sob and Franziskus’s heart melted a little. The temptation to take his little blond slut into his arms and stroke him to climax was great but Franziskus resisted. He was the Master and would make the boy understand that. Besides when he eventually let the boy cum it would be all the sweeter. He held his hand out to the boy, who took it tentatively, and drew him to his feet. He walked him over to a coarse mat that was under the window. “Lie down on the mat,” he said and River obeyed. The blond looked up at his Master with liquid blue eyes, his pretty mouth stretched open by the ball gag. “Stay on the mat and try to sleep,” Franziskus said not unkindly.
Endy came behind his Master and knelt, his abused hole feeling better now that cool water had been splashed on it. Franziskus turned and faced him. “On the bed, my lil moonbeam, I like to sleep with a warm slut in my arms.”
Endy got hastily to his feet and almost ran to the bed, climbing on top of it. His eyes met River’s and the blond looked away. The brunette looked at his Master, considering if he dare speak, then bit his lip knowing that if he did he could be punished again and banished to the other sleeping mat. Franziskus climbed onto the bed and pulled his slut down into his arms, gripping his cock and balls in a vice like grip. “Sweet dreams, my boys,” he said as he settled down to sleep.
From his place on his mat, River watched with envious eyes as his brother was pulled into a tight claiming embrace. In total misery, the blond laid down his head, he kept his eyes on his Master’s back, and listened to the whimpers of his brother as his Master pulled him tight to him, pushing his semi hard cock back into his anus. River turned his head and hid his eyes in his arm and tried to tune out the sounds of his chain brother being ravished slowly and gently. His cock throbbed and ached between his legs and his boy cunt pulsated with want. He tried to think of something, anything other than what was going on in the bed. He wanted to go home.