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"Bastard vamoosed!"
Ben gingerly removes my gun from twink's grasp. "Fuck,
John, I didn't know you had a gun in the cabin."
"I did!" says twink, and sits down hard on the porch step.
"Duh," says Ben.
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"Duh, yourself," I say. "I have a cabin in the woods and
live off the land. Of course I have a shotgun."
Too many fucking emotions all around. I exchange a look
with Ben who grins, and says, "Charlie go with Dr. Fell and
let him express how he feels about what you did."
Twink squeaks, "but I saved them! Ben! I "
"Come with me."
Ben winks at me as I lead twink to the back of my cabin,
and my half-finished project.
Twink sobs as he sees me open the clamps of the
workmate.
"Not fair, sir, I "
"Hush, Charlie let's work our adrenaline off together. It's
not a punishment. We never got our fuck at the retreat, and I
know you've got a carpenter thing. Just bend over my
workbench, there's a good boy."
"Tool belt?" asks twink, suddenly perky, and yelps when I
slap his ass.
I put my tool belt on anyway this is a reward for him,
really, no matter how anxiously he's eying the cranked apart
boards of my workbench. Of course, the punishment I
planned for his 'cabin boy' joke was identical to this reward
except for a paint-stirrer spanking.
"Strip, boy!"
He's out of his clothes in a flash and showing me his
decorated rump. He's so proud of having Ben's mark.
I tease him a little with what body part I plan to clamp,
and he falters enough in his obedience to cup his hands over
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his balls. His erect prick head escaping from the protection
doesn't convince me he's that worried.
"Arms, boy."
I've teased him enough I have him place his palms flat
together and his forearms between the boards and then I
crank it shut. It doesn't even pinch, and he could escape
easily, but he looks so trapped.
"Wait there, boy."
I head for the porch, and chuckle as the screen door opens
and Tommy's arm extends holding lube.
"Thanks, boy. How's Rinnie?"
I take a quick peek in Rinnie is bundled up in the quilt
Tommy just finished making. It's a warm day, but Rinnie is
shivering and sobbing.
"It's what he needs, sir. We're okay. I'll hold him."
"Good boy. Make some tea for everyone."
Twink has settled into his position and has gone on tiptoes
so his erection isn't bumping the edge of the bench.
His skin is hot from the sun, but not as hot as the inside of
his ass around my prick. He's in his zone already, and sighs
as I work in deep. I make sure he feels my tool belt grind
against him, and he moans as I use one of my palm calluses
to rough up his nipple. I get a little sawdust on my palm and
rub it across his chest, and he bucks hard as the scent feeds
his fantasy.
Ben and Pete have strolled around to the back porch, and
make no secret of their interest. Owen is loitering at the
corner. Pete beckons him, and he joins them.
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Twink is babbling "sirsirsir" and making a stairstepping
motion. It about finishes me off, but I hold off to tease him
some more. The workbench moves forward and leaves
grooves in the grass. Despite twink's claim, it's hardly "lawn,"
so I don't care.
"Please, sir," yells twink, and I take pity. A few hard slams
and we're done. I flop forward over his back, and make sure
no one can see me kiss the back of his neck.
"Thanks, Charlie."
"John leave him there, dude!"
Ben's already there before I can button my pants.
Charlie wriggles his ass welcomingly, and moans as his
owner slides on in.
Pete and Owen are having an intense, but muffled,
conversation as I pass them on the porch. I catch that Pete is
pissed with Owen about the risk he took confronting Steve.
I wash up fast and return with the tea Tommy made.
Owen is giving Pete an increasingly loud earful. Pete's become
amused at Owen's rant.
Owen suddenly slaps Pete.
Pete rubs his jaw, sits on the steps, and takes some tea.
"Owen, pet, I'll get a stiff neck. Sit down and scold me. I'm
sorry I got mad at you, but..."
Owen sits, but takes a breath to go again.
"Kiss him, Pete, or gag him," I beg.
Owen turns to glare at me, and when he turns back, Pete
kisses him hard.
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"Now be quiet, honey. You were brave, you scared me,
and it was damn funny that you threatened him with your
mom."
Owen relents, and laughs at last.
"Sorry I hit you, but damn. You know I hate being nagged.
I mean, rebuked." He turns to look at me. "My mom really is
an immigration lawyer." He sighs. "I'll have to do the fucking
LSAT for sure now."
"You can study with me," says Pete. "We'll make it fun.
We'll get the toy you liked in the catalog."
Owen squirms. "Pete, I'll be honest: last week and now
this has freaked the hell out of me. I get that you won't stand
for abuse in your group believe me, I get it! but this was
too much." He stands up. "Pete I like you but I need to
back off a bit. Can you call me next week? We can catch a
movie maybe."
Pete nods. "Just us for a bit. We'll start back a few stages."
Ben and twink return to the porch twink's holding Ben's
hand and looking sickeningly moon-eyed at him. Tommy is
singing in the cabin again his bloody Disney shit again but
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