Chapter 3

The twins stared at each other, Jerry's face still contorted with the pain of his father's penetration, as they heard his footsteps pad down the hall. Then Jack moved to take Jerry into his arms, moaning as he held his brother closely.

"Oh, God, Jerry! What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know." Jerry bit his lip. "We can't stay here, babe."

"You mean... run away?"

"You got any better idea?"

Jack shuddered. "Do you think he was telling the truth -- about losing the bar, and the house?"

"I guess so. Remember that big fight Mom..." Jerry choked at the sudden mention of his mother, dead seven months. He caught himself, continued, "... Mom and Dad had last summer, when she told him she was the only reason the bar hadn't gone under long ago? He lets all his bum friends run up big tabs, and chases away the good customers with his mean ways. I guess he lost it, all right."

"Where can we go?"

"I don't know, babe."

The twins lay flat, moved closer together, their arms around each other for comfort. The pain of the beating had subsided into a constant dull ache as Jack continually sniffled.

"When..." The teen swallowed. "When should we go?"

"He's drunk, he'll pass out soon. When we hear him snoring."

"Going someplace, faggots?"

Their father stepped through the door again, smiling sweetly. He had heard them talking down the hall and had crept closer in silence to make out their words. Jerry sucked in his breath, his heart pounding louder as he saw the roll of nylon rope in his father's hand. It was a fifty-foot coil, carried in the trunk of the car against emergencies but never used.

Now their father stripped off the plastic covering, uncoiling the end and straightening it between his hands. His thick cock hung half-stiff over his swollen balls, the shaft slick with brown and with the remnants of the Vaseline.

"I asked you bastards a question! Goddamn it, speak!"

Jerry shook his head, slowly, answering the original question. "No, sir!"

"NO?" he roared. "You won't answer?"

"No, sir -- we aren't going anywhere!"

"Oh." He grinned, relaxing. "I know that. All right, cocksuckers, get down on each other! Move! Get those fuckin' lips on those fuckin' cocks!"

The teens scooted around, moving again into sixty-nine position. Jerry took Jack's throbbing cock into his mouth, his own now-limp prick sliding into Jerry's cooling saliva, their lips meeting against their groins, pressing into the pubic hair.

"My, how sweet!" said their father in a sarcastic sing-song. "You do that so naturally!"

Jerry's hands slid around his brother's hips and were grabbed by his father, rope cutting into his wrists as it was pulled tight just above the swell of Jack's ass. Now the man moved the rope down across the other teen's shoulder, wrapping it tight about the back of Jerry's thighs and pulling it through beneath him to coil about Jack's neck. He pushed the teen's face tight against Jerry's groin, pulling the rope taut, then threaded it through again to tie Jack's hands in the same position.

"Just like a jigsaw puzzle," he said. "You two darlings were made for each other."

"Da'y!" cried Jack, around Jerry's cock. "Da'y, I go'a go ba'room!"

"What?" His father snorted. "Speak English!"

"I go'a pee!" said Jack, frantic, trying to pull away from his brother's cock, his words little clearer than a mumble. "Pee!"

The man laughed. "Shit, pee in your faggot brother's mouth! He probably likes that just as much as he likes cock!"

The rope came down Jerry's back, was coiled about his neck and Jack's groin. The man knotted it securely, then the teens heard a slicing noise, although they couldn't see the knife in his hand. The rope parted, and he rearranged the twins on the bed, coiling one piece of the new cutting around Jack's ankles and the other end around the corner post of the headboard. The other rope went around Jerry's ankles and the opposite foot post.

"There, now -- comfy?" he said, surveying his work. He laughed at his own joke. "Now don't you darlings do anything I wouldn't!"

The twins heard him leave again, and the rustle as he picked up his clothes. Then noises came from his bedroom -- the banging of a door and the sliding of dresser drawers. There was the ratchet of the telephone dial and the low murmur of their father's voice. Then he went down the hall again, whistling, and they heard the connecting door from kitchen to garage close, followed by the roar of the car's engine. A moment later the car moved out into the street, squealing rubber, and was gone in another roar.

For another moment the twins lay in the forced sixty-nine, Jerry mouthing Jack's cock as he breathed around his brother's sexual shape. His own prick was growing hard again within Jack's lips, and his stomach twitched with the desire to fuck into the teen's mouth. But the ropes about their necks had the teens immobilized, unable to move, unable to do a thing beyond flexing their buttock muscles.

"Jer-ry!" Jack was trying to speak again, his mumbling made even worse by Jerry's growing erection. "Jerry, I'm sorry, I gotta pee! I can't help it!"

Jerry's chin dug into Jack's belly, felt tension and then pressure there. His forehead contorted as his brother's cock jumped within his mouth, and a trickle of bittersweet liquid ran into him. The teen swallowed, convulsively, and managed to get the piss down, his nose wrinkled with the effort.

"Uhhhhhh! Uh! UH!" Jack groaned as be released the baffler holding his piss within his bladder, and a stronger steam of the fluid ran though his urethra and cock and into the back of Jerry's mouth. It was coming steadily now, the pressure increasing as Jerry swallowed it down, taking as much of the stuff as he could. Still the flow increased, some of it spattering back around the throbbing cock and through his lips, soaking Jack's groin and dribbling down to wet the sheets.

"OH! UH! UHHHHHH!"

Jack was sobbing now, with the shame of what he was doing to his brother, his tears wetting Jerry's thighs as his piss, escaped from his twin's mouth, wet his own legs. The stream of piss was running fast now, out of control, Jerry was unable to breathe against the rush of fluid. He swallowed again and again, convulsively, drinking all that he could but the stuff still ran out of his mouth, some of it entering his nostrils and snorted up when he tried to breathe in that way. He could feel the hot stuff running down his cheek, soaking the bed.

Jack gasped one final time, and the trickle slowed, eased to a stop. The teen's chest trembled against his brother's belly, Jerry able to feel the unsteady beating of Jack's heart as the ashamed teen cried against his prisoner. Jerry wanted to comfort him, but Jack's cock filled his mouth so completely he couldn't form even parts of words around the hot shape.

His own cock was completely hard within Jack, and now the teen began to suck against Jerry, as though trying to make amends for what he had done to him. Jerry sighed against the hard prick in his mouth, and began to suck with him, the twins' throats working together, their Adam's apples jumping in rhythm as they brought pressure to the trapped sexual organs.

Jerry sucked against Jack with all of his strength, trying to pull his twin's prick all the way into his mouth. His teeth sawed gently against the base of his brother's shaft, across the crisp pubic hair, his tongue laying the surface of the organ and trying to reach back to dig into the urethral opening. The taste of Jack's piss was still strong, but no longer distasteful. He sucked harder, trying to pull out more.

Jerry felt his face burning as he worked against his brother's prick. What was the matter with him? Drinking Jack's piss and liking it! Maybe Dad was right -- maybe he was a freak!

Jack felt the tension in Jerry's body as he concentrated on his twin's throbbing prick, sucking with all of his strength, his chin digging into Jerry's belly. He could almost forget the pain of being tied, forget the sharp edges of rope cutting into his flesh, in the pleasant sensation of his twin's hard cock. He sucked down about the familiar organ, the glans riding across his soft palate, his throat aching with his earlier crying but soothed as he land his brother's cockshape.

He could stand anything with Jerry beside him -- with Jerry's cock in his body, his mouth or his asshole. He loved his twin more than anyone else in the world! And Jack knew Jerry loved him as well.

Jerry felt Jack's balls draw tight against his lips, felt his twin's pubic hair move across his nostrils as he continued to suck against the teen, and as Jack continued to suck down on him. Then the tingle was there again, centered in his balls. He knew he was close to explosion, and redoubled his efforts against Jack's cock.

The other teen read the same signals, arched his back in a feeble effort to slam his cock deeper into Jerry's mouth. The constant throw of their heads back against the rope had eased the tension slightly, giving them the barest measure of free play, but no more than enough for their heads to bob frantically as the twins sucked on each other, trying to draw out the explosion of semen.

"UH! UH! UHHHHHHHH!"

Jack's knees flexed against the rope binding his ankles as he fucked against Jerry, and at the same instant Jerry pounded his face against his brother's pelvis, until his nose was bruised.

"AGGGHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!"

"Oh, God -- I'm coming! Coming! Coming!"

Jerry sighed against Jack's belly as he spilled his seed into his brother's mouth. An instant later Jack erupted as well, flooding Jerry with the sweeter taste of his sugary cum, wiping out the last of the piss-residue. The twins sucked with all of their strength, drawing out as much as their balls would produce, swallowing it down, giving themselves at least the brief pleasure of their spillings, familiar and almost necessary food.

"Uhhhhhhhh! UH!"

Jack continued to gasp against Jerry's wet groin, his lips spread wide to take in as much of his brother's pleasurable flesh as he could gather with his teeth and his aching jaws. The first load he had ever spilled, onto his own belly and chest and chin while jerking off, Jerry had quickly licked away savoring every droplet. And when Jerry's own first load popped three days later, Jack was there to take it all in, eager to suck down every last trace and essence.

"Uhhhh!"

The teens gasped together one final time, and drifted into a painful sleep.

The heavy slam of a car door closing brought them awake, followed by the harsher crash of the garage door falling to the cement floor. Jerry blinked rapidly, still in a dream world, savoring the taste of Jack's cock in his mouth. Then he tried to move away, to ease the strain in his neck muscles, and remembered he was tied.

"Down here, Mr. Lassiter." That was his father's voice. "Sweet-assed blonds -- you'll love them."

"I'll be the judge of that," rumbled a deeper voice. Then the men were in the bedroom, and Jerry burned with embarrassment as he felt the stranger's gaze cutting across his back and his ass.

"What'd I tell you?" said their father. "Beauties!"

"Untie them," said Lassiter. "Tie their hands behind their backs."

The knife came out and the twins were cut free, groaning and moving gingerly as they rolled away from each other. The piss-wet bed was cold beneath Jerry's shoulders as he rubbed his wrists. He was grabbed by his father, yanked to his feet and twisted around. He felt the harsh rope cut into his flesh again, wincing as his hands were retied in the new position.

"Oh -- don't!"

Jack couldn't help gasping out as he received the same treatment, and the twins were shoved together. They faced the stranger, a grizzled pay-haired man who seemed to be in his fifties or even older. His face was seamed, ruddy with long exposure to the sun and the outdoors air. He wore a nylon windbreaker, unzipped, and polished shoes. He rubbed his hands together as he studied the twins.

"Where are the birthmarks you mentioned?"

"On their balls," said their father.

"Well, let's see them. Show me."

Jordan glowered, but yanked Jerry to him, reaching down to lift the twin's balls. Lassiter moved closer, squatted to study the bright heart, nodding approval. Then he looked at Jack, the teens father swallowing a mutter as he repeated the display.

"Interesting," said Lassiter, straightening. "Yes, I could use them. Twins are always popular. $2500."

"What?" Jordan's voice was a squawk of outrage. "Come off it, man -- ten-thousand! Not a penny less!"

"Good night, Mr. Jordan."

Lassiter turned on his heels and left the bedroom. Jordan stared after him in disbelief, and rushed into the hall, stopping him.

"Hey, wait a minute! You don't have to get upset! We can talk about it, can't we?"

Lassiter returned, staring at Jordan, ignoring the twins. "Mr. Jordan, I have made my offer. I can find hundreds of attractive twins in any city in this country. I can have them for as little as $100. I never pay more than $590 to $750. Because your sons are twins I made you the highest offer I have ever given. $2500 is the price. I will not pay one cent more."

"Jesus." Jordan swallowed, working his hands together in fear. "Look, Mr. Lassiter, I need getaway money -- I got nothin'! Just the car, and the finance company will take that tomorrow, if they catch me. Five thousand! Please!"

Lassiter shook his head. "Mr. Jordan, I'm not an unreasonable man. I do feel for you. Three thousand."

"Four. A lousy four-thousand!"

"$3500. And that is it."

Jordan read the finality in his voice, accepted. He nodded. "All right, you got a deal."

Lassiter drew a fat wallet from his jacket pocket, counted out a thick sheaf of hundred-dollar bills. Then he produced a receipt pad, tore off one and placed it on the twins' dresser.

"Read this and sign it, please."

Jordan took the slip. "I, Lawrence Jordan, hereby acknowledge the receipt of as payment in full for whom I herewith sell into slavery, to be the full and complete property of the buyer and to be used for any purposes which he sees fit."

"Fill in the, amount and the names of your sons, Mr. Jordan, and date it, please."

Lassiter offered a pen, Jordan signing quickly. Then the gray-haired man folded the receipt and smiled.

Jordan turned to the twins. "You heard what that paper said?"

The twins glanced at each other, fear across their faces. Their father laughed.

"Yeah -- you're slaves! He's your master. You don't do what he wants, he'll fuckin' kill you!"

"Dad!"

Jack's words were cut off by the fury of his father. "Shut up! I'm not your Dad-dy! Thank God I'll never have to see your freakin' faces again!"

"Come along," said Lassiter, catching their shoulders. "Come along now."

The twins followed him into the hall, their father staying behind, and down to the garage. The door from the kitchen stood open, the garage lights on. A huge Cadillac limousine filled the space, rear bumper hitting the work bench and front bumper the barely-closed door. A uniformed chauffeur straightened at Lassiter's appearance, eyeing the twins.

"A pretty pair, Mr. Lassiter."

"I think so, Koch. Open the door."

As he said it he was removing his jacket, and then the rest of his clothes. The twins stared, beyond astonishment, as the man stripped naked, revealing a cock as big as their father's dangled limp over heavy balls and a carpet of fur that stretched from his crotch to his collar bone. He rubbed his balls and lifted his cock.

"Get in the car."

They glanced at the open door and saw there were no handles on the inside. The passenger compartment was partitioned off from the front, the windows completely masked. There was a single deep plush seat across the back, the floor built up above the level of the transmission hump with a soft gray carpet that yielded to their weight as the twins stepped gingerly inside the car, balancing themselves against the door, unable to free their hands.

Lassiter was right behind them. His hands forced the twins to their knees, and he sank down into the seat with a low sigh while Koch closed the door. They heard the chauffeur move to the front, heard the garage door open, the engine come to soft purring life. They moved out gently, without ajar even as the car turned into the street.

"Well," said Lassiter, staring at them. "You heard what your father said."

"You mean..." Jerry licked his lips, glancing at Jack, "... we really are your slaves?"

"Yes. You are my slaves."