The Night Out Part 2

The Night Out Part 2

"Brian, thank God, where are you?" Adam's head shot up, his eyes suddenly alive when he heard Eric's voice from the kitchen. After he hadn't got any answer from the messages he left onBrian's cell phone he'd contacted Eric, who immediately came over. Eric was in the kitchen making the umpteenth cup of coffee. 

 

Eric came in, holding his cell phone to his ear. "I have someone here you need to talk to," he said and handed his cell phone to Adam.

 

"Brian where the hell are you?" Adam's voice conveyed how frantic he had been. He had imagined his lover hurt and it had only been Eric's soothing presence that had prevented him from ringing all the hospitals in the area to check whether Brian had been admitted to any of them.

 

"I'm at Kitty's," Brian voice broke. "I'm so sorry, Adam, my cell phone was off. I didn't get your messages until just now."

 

"Stay where you are," Adam's voice had firmed now. "I'm coming to pick you up." 

 Eric caught his eye and Adam grimaced slightly. "We're coming to pick you up," he amended.

 

Twenty minutes later Eric's car drew up in front of Kitty Malone's. Brian was waiting. "Get in," was all Eric said to the young man.

 

"Where's Adam?" Brian asked.

 

"Having a shower and something to eat," Eric said, his voice cold . "You put him through hell tonight, young man, and he needed to take some time out to look after himself." Eric said nothing about holding Adam when he broke down after the phone call. 

Brian refused to meet Eric's cold blue eyes.

 

"He's pretty mad at me huh?" Brian's voice was low but Eric had lynx-like hearing, an almost inherited ability in all Tops.

 

"What do you think?" Eric was a firm believer in letting a Brat stew in his own juices thinking over his misbehavior before paying the price. "Now shut up and let me drive." Brian bit his lip and tears slid slowly down his face. He really did not want to face Adam tonight. Why had he rung Eric? Of all people? His thought processes were not working at the peak of their powers.He never did think clearly where emotions were involved.

 

Brian was planted firmly into a corner in the study to think over his behaviour. Adam had taken a shower and had something to eat taking time to calm down and think rationally how to deal with his Brat. He wasn't going to make Brian wait; this was going to be over and dealt with tonight. 

 

He walked into the study and looked thoughtfully at his young Brat. His nose dilated and he smelt the cigarette smoke. His eyes narrowed. That did it, that made his mind up. He opened the desk drawer and took out a well oiled strap and the paddle.

 

"Brian, come here please." Brian was glad to leave the corner although he was not looking forward to what was going to happen next. His eyes widened when he saw the strap.

 

"Adam, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," Brian's eyes raised to meet his Top's. "I fu.....umm stuffed up."

 

"One question needs to be cleared up, Brian," Adam's voice was as cold as a glacier. "Did you smoke tonight?"

 

Brian shuddered. "Yes," he admitted quietly. "But it was only tobacco; nothing else although it was offered."

 

Adam's palm slammed down on the table, making Brian jump. "I don't care what you were smoking, the fact you were smoking is bad enough. We've been over and over this, Brian. Smoking can shorten your like and as your life partner I cannot accept that." Brian's breath caught. This was the first time Adam had put his feelings into words. "So let's sum this up shall we?" Adam continued. "Going off to have drinks with your friends and not having the common decency to phone me to tell me. Having your cellphone off, therefore worrying me as I could not

have contacted you in a real emergency. Smoking. Is there anything else?"

 

Brian fidgeted. He might as well get everything else out of the way. "Lunch," he mumbled.

 

"Pardon?"

 

"For lunch I didn't have my sandwich. I bought my lunch and, ummm, none of it adhered to our food guidelines." Brian wanted to get everything off his chest, but decided to keep his coffee habit to himself.

 

"Right," Adam said. "The first two get you a dose of the paddle, the smoking and food gets you a taste of the strap. Any questions or comments?" Adam always gave Brian a chance to respond to pronouncement of punishment.

 

"No," Brian said, his voice shaking. "I guess I deserve all of that. Just please believe I'm sorry I upset you."

 

Brian walked over to Adam and was drawn into a hug. "Don't ever scare me like that again, Brian," Adam said "Now let's get this unpleasant business over and done with."

 

Brian took down his jeans and boxers and laid himself over Adam's lap. The first smack landed and Brian cried out at the initial pain. Adam steadily worked over Brian's butt paying special attention to the sit spot and the tender junction between bottom and thighs. When the whole bottom was a light pink he picked up the paddle. The paddle impacted solidly in the same place, then moved up and had another stroke impacting slightly overlapping the previous stroke. This

pattern was followed all around until not one part of the bottom over Adam's lap was untouched. 

 

Brian just howled in pain. This was as bad as he'd expected.

 

"Okay Brian, we're done," Adam said, his voice tired.

 

"What about the strap for smoking?" Brian asked through his tears.

 

"I think you've had enough," Adam said evenly, his voice emotionless.

 

"No," Brian said and blushed when Adam raised an eyebrow in astonishment. "I smoked, you hate that, if you don't follow through you'll brood. Don't get me wrong I'll hate it, it'll hurt and I'm already hurting but I need it and you need to finish it."

 

Adam looked steadily at Brian "I'm the Top. I make the decision about punishments, not you."

 

"I have a say," Brian said. "If you don't strap me I'll feel I've got away with something. I knew I was way out of control tonight, but the thought of your disappointment didn't deter me. The thought of a paddling didn't stop me. I think the threat of being strapped will stop me. I know I screwed up. I deserve the strap."

 

Brian looked steadily into Adam's eyes. Adam looked back and sighed. His Brat had a point: he always had a say about the punishments he received whether he thought they were too harsh or not harsh enough. Adam picked up the strap and Brian without being prompted laid over the sofa arm with his bottom in perfect position for further chastisement. Adam brought down the belt six times, making every stroke count, and Brian cried out in pain at each one.

 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Brian sobbed into Adam's shoulder as he was being comforted later on.

 

"Shush, Baby," Adam said "It's over now. You're forgiven, it's all over." The words, "you're forgiven," were all Brian needed to hear and worn out, he fell asleep in his Top and lover's arms

The Bad and Worst Cooks in the World

by Jo

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"Brian this is a surprise," Eric answered his cell phone. He was curious; since he and Sonny had changed their relationship Brian had been a bit leery of him.
 
"This is an emergency," Brian replied panic evident in his voice, "My Top and your Bra ummm Sub have locked themselves into the kitchen to make dinner." Adam can't even make toast without the fire brigade coming out."

Eric has a very clear flashback to S onny's exploits in the kitchen. The visit to the emergency ward for stitches when he cut himself whilst slicing lemons for the drinks during a party was uppermost. Eric had spanked him thoroughly, and banned him from using knifes without direct supervision. There was a reason they usually ate out.

"Adam still can't cook?" Eric started to pull on a coat and locking his office behind him. He held the phone away from his ear as Brian laughed.

"He can burn water," Brian said between giggles, the then sobered down "I can smell smoke," he said anxiously, "Adam just told Sonny to run cold water over his hand just now. I've tried to talk my way in but it didn't work."

Adam broke some speed l imits and arrived 5 minutes later. Brian was pacing the corridor outside the kitchen, "Thank God," he said relief evidence in his voice, "It's gone suspiciously quiet in there." Eric tried the door and found it was locked.

"Sonny," Eric ordered dominance entering his voice in his voice, "Open this door now."

A voice from inside said "I'd rather not Master," came a tremulous voice from inside.

"Are you disobeying me Sub?" Even Brian shivered at that tone.

"No Master," Sonny's voice broke and both men outside the kitchen heard the lock being disengaged. A waft of black smoke came out as t he door opened. Brian looked around and his smile was forced, "Hey Eric," he said, "Sonny and I wanted to surprise you with a nice pork roast." Brian rushed over to the oven and pulled out a very black object.

"What was this?" he asked curiously after examining it closely.

"The roast," Adam admitted, "the recipe book said it needed a high oven to ensure good crackling."

"We didn't read the bit that said after 20-30 minutes it needed to be turned right down," Sonny admitted in a small voice, shrinking under Eric's gaze. "I didn't use a knife," he blurted out, "Even when Brian said I could. I did use a peeler and Brian cut up the potatoes." Eri c mutely looked in the baking dish and saw some small lumps charred beyond easy recognition. "I got burned when I put them in the baking dish," Sonny admitted. Brian reached under the sink and removed a large tube of antiseptic cream.

"Good for burns," he said handing the bottle to Eric, and shooting a look at Adam who blushed. "I've got an idea, once you've doctored Sonny, let's all get dressed up and go to The Bantry*. Adam will pay. I know you've both got suits in the spare closet from our last holiday together. The dry cleaners managed to get the glue off them." He unconsciously run his hand over his bottom, as Sonny did the same that escapade had been legendry.

They had a great time at The Bantry. Sonny was determined to enjoy himself, and Brian was happy to help him. A few raised eyebrows from Adam and Eric kept things within bounds. They parted ways with Adam pouring a rather tipsy Brian into the car (white wine always affected Brian like that). It got serious when Eric and Sonny got home.

"Strip," was all Eric said as soon as the front door closed. Sonny hurried to obey being careful to hang up his suit not just drop it on the floor. He turned to face his Dom, head lowered waiting for judgment. "Go get the strap," Eric ordered. Sonny opened his mouth then closed it. The strap was never used for fun; it was always a punishment implement. He retrieved it and handed it to his Dom.

"Why are you getting this strapping?" Eric asked.

"For disobeying you Master," Sonny replied promptly.

"And?" Eric asked. Sonny looked puzzled. Eric turned over Sonny's hand showing the burn "For harming my property," he growled in Sonny's ear. "Present yourself for punishment," came the next order. Sonny draped himself over the arm of the easy chair his butt pushed up perfectly positioned for the strap. Eric paused to admire the butt which already had three fading welts on it. A sign of ownership from the play party a week ago.

Eric laid the first stroke of the belt across the middle of Sonny's bottom. His sub just groaned softly. He was always allowed to cry out during a punishment. The second stroke landed higher and Sonny just hissed. When the third stroke landed in the crease between the leg and bottom he cried out. He didn't stay silent as Eric slowly and methodically turned his bottom to a blazing red colour.

Sonny was bitterly regretting his behaviour long before Eric had finished. He was sobbing his eyes out and didn't calm down for a quite a while. His butt felt like someone had lit a fire on it and not in a good way. Eric put up with it for a while then feeling that Sonny was being slightly over dramatic put him into silence. That took all of Sonny's submissive training to achieve but he managed it much to his surprise. Eric had not doubted it for a minute.

Sonny knew he was forgiven when Eric took him to bed that night and fucked him through the mattress.

*The Bantry does exist - The Bantry
~ Jo

The Collar

Eric and Sonny.

WARNING WARNING, WARNING

 BDSM. This is not for the faint of heart.

Thanks Dizzy for giving me the courage to post.

Only spell and Grammar checked. Amy mistakes are all mine.

  

Sonny was happy. He’d been on a BDSM relationship for almost a year now, and couldn’t quite believe he was kneeling next to Eric’s chair stark naked, with a freshly spanked butt.  He hadn’t done anything wrong, Eric had just decided that his butt was too white and remedied the situation with a brisk over the knee spanking. The basis of the relationship had changed, they no longer identified as Top and Brat, and they were a Master and his slave. Sonny still worked at the garage as a mechanic during the day, but once he returned home he stripped and submitted totally to Eric. They were active in the local fetish scene, and went to the monthly Beat and Greet where they usually played. Eric was expert with a multi tailed flogger he’d purchased from Sugar Tits. Sonny usually left the meet flying high.

Sonny had mentioned building a dungeon at home, but Eric has raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need a dungeon to make you fly,” he stated. Then proved his statement several time over the next month, until the next Beat and Greet. People still talked about the scene played out that night.

They soft pedaled their relationship outside the scene, especially around Brian who just didn’t understand and didn’t try too. Adam was much more laid back about it, after having a long discussion with Eric at the beginning. One day early on the couples got together, Brian and Sonny ended up trading insults.

Sonny was trying to explain to Brian how it worked and explained he had a safe word he could use if things got too intense. He didn’t mention his safe word was “Brian.”

“You mean you have an out when you get spanked?” Brian said incredulously, “and I thought Eric was a strong Top.”

“He’s not a Top,” Sonny spat finally losing his cool, “He’s my Master. Plus it’s not an out I’d never use it when he spanks me. I like a nice, warm, burn …”

“Nuts,” Brian muttered interrupting, “You’re nuts there’s nothing nice about a freshly spanked butt.”

“Oh come on,” Sonny retorted, “Are you saying Adam doesn’t use erotic spankings.”

Brian blushed “That’s different, Eric leaves bruises I’ve seen them,” he stated.

“Only if I ask nicely,” was Sonny’s calm reply.

Sonny just gave Brian a mocking look, “and that’s another thing, groveling at his feet starkers, being beaten and fucked at his whim.’ Brian struck back, “That’s just weird.”

“Nope that’s hot.”

It was at that stage that the fight evolved into name calling.

Neither Adam nor Eric were too impressed, and both Brain and Sonny paid a penalty. Although for Sonny the punishment strapping he got was for letting his Master down in public, not for the actual fight.

Sonny was crying, even before the strap landed the first time. He hated that he’d let down his Master. He tried to take the strapping in silence thinking that would please Eric. Eric made sure that his slave couldn’t stay silent. The first stroke went straight across the middle of the butt, the second at the lowest part of Sonny’s bottom and the third at the top. Then the Master filled the white areas until they were bright red. At this stage Sonny was crying out in real pain. The punishment only finished after Eric reclaimed his slave, in the most primal way. After that Eric cared for his slave, and allowed him to come the next morning.

It was after this, that by mutual decision, Brian and Sonny decided that life was too short to argue, and their relationship got back on track.

It was a month later and the previous weekend the Master and his slave had attended Adam and Brian’s wedding. It had been a wonderful affair, and Sonny had decorated the car they’d driven away in. Lots of shaving cream and old boots had been employed, and Eric on reflection, had decided that it was a harmless price of fun, although he was somewhat put out when he discovered one of the pairs of shoes had been his favourite pair of comfortable sneakers. Sonny had been unrepentant, and took the spanking that ensued calmly. Ever since the wedding Eric had been thinking furiously, he was gently carding his hand through his slave’s flaming red hair, when he spoke. “Sonny we need to have a talk.”

The use of his first name jerked Sonny out of his post spanking daze.  He looked up curiosity sparking in his green eyes. “What about?” he asked, and then after a seconds thought added, “Master.”

“Do you want to get married?” Eric asked curiously.

“Hell, no,” Sonny answered immediately, “Are you asking?” he inquired, so perturbed he totally forgot to use Eric’s honorific.

“No,” Eric replied calmly, “I just know you threw yourself into helping with Adam and Brian’s wedding and wanted to know how you felt.”

“We’re not Adam and Brian,” Sonny said, he had a talent for stating the obvious. “We’re a Master and his slave and we don’t need wedding rings to show our commitment.” After saying this he caught himself, and lamely added, “Master.”

Eric growled slightly, which made Sonny shift uncomfortably.  “Master, you just startled me,” he said hurriedly. Eric wasn’t anal about the use of the word Master, but he did insist it wasn’t used as an afterthought. He lowered his head and felt Eric move. He tensed slightly half expecting to be pulled over Eric’s lap. When Eric returned he had something in his hand.

“Sit up,” he ordered his slave. When Sonny had raised his head Eric held up what he was holding. It was a delicate, silver collar with a small padlock attached. Sonny gasped in wonder, he looked up his eyes shining.

“Sonny,” Eric said “I’m not into big speeches, but I just need to ask you one thing. Will you wear my collar?”

Sonny had almost resigned himself to never having a proper collar. He wore leather one to the Beat and Greets, but that was only to signify he was taken, like the collar in San Francisco had been. This was different,  it was obvious it was custom made. and not a play collar, but one that he could easily wear to work.

“Eric,” Sonny took a cue from Eric’s use of his name, “I’d love to wear your collar, and be yours forever.”

Sonny closed his eyes as Eric placed the collar around his neck and clicked the padlock shut. Then Eric threaded the padlock key on a chain he produced and put it on. His eyes twinkled “Slave let’s go upstairs and celebrate.”

So they did several times

Picnic Down Under

Brian lit the last candle, looked around and smiled. Everything was perfect.

It was negative 1 degree outside, but thanks to the heat pump in the living room, inside it was a balmy

20 degrees.

Brian laid out the food, bacon and egg pie and chocolate sauce onto the picnic blanket that looked strangely out of place in the living room.

"Adam," he called, "Dinner is served."

Adam came through and smiled. His lover was sitting on a picnic blanket bathed in candlelight naked as the day he was born.

"Dessert first," Brian said holding up the chocolate sauce. "Pie later."

Red Ass

 With Eric and Sonny


"Brian doesn't understand," Sonny said sadly. He was sitting on the floor leaning against Eric's legs. Eric ran his hand through his boy's flame red hair.

"Did you expect him too?" he asked calmly.

"I thought at least he'd be open minded about it," was the muffled reply, "After all he and Adam aren't exactly vanilla."

Eric chuckled, "But Adam doesn't have Brian sitting at his feet, naked as the day he was born."

Sonny blushed, all over. "I like it," he replied, "You are my Dom, I am your sub. You have all rights to my body."

Eric's smile was pure evil, not that Sonny could see it. "In that case boys it's about time I put some colour on that ass of yours."

Sonny yipped as he found himself flipped over Eric's lap. It was a totally different dynamic to the DP they had been in before. Sonny still got punishment spankings, but not for behavior modification. It was much more Eric pointing out that his behavior did not reflect well on his Dom. The ass reddening happened whenever Eric felt his sub needed settling. Focusing on a smarting freshly spanked bottom had a remarkably calming effect on his boy. Besides Eric liked some colour on his sub. The erotic spankings happened most nights. Eric had perfected that skill way before they'd agreed to their latest arrangement.

The first swat landed, Sonny shuddered at the sting, the second landed, softer this time. Eric settled into a rhythm, and steadily built up the colour on Sonny's ass. A strange thing happened as the spanking continued Sonny's body relaxed and he slipped into subspace.

Eric didn't finish until he was satisfied that the deep red covered the entire bottom over his lap. Sonny had been moaning in pleasure for the last five minutes. "Kneel boy," Eric ordered and Sonny rolled off his lap and got into the required position. Eric shifted until he could look deeply into Sonny's eyes. There was an almost dreamy look, but his eyes had turned to a deep emerald green, which was a clear indication that Sonny was turned on. As if his hard cock wasn't enough evidence of that.

Eric kept Sonny in position until he saw the dreamy look leave his sub's eyes. "Back with us boy?" he asked, as Sonny started to display distinct sighs of discomfort. In fact for a moment Sonny wondered if Eric had actually set fire to his butt. Eric was merciful after Sonny nodded his head. "Display," he ordered, and once Sonny was in position he unzipped his trousers, lubed up his hard cock and entered Sonny. It was an ultimate claiming, "You may come," he whispered into Sonny's ear and his sub came with a cry. Eric drove in two or three more times and came hard.

As he pulled out, Eric heard a sleepy voice say. "I love you Master."

The Dark Side

 With Eric/Sonny


"I wish Brian was coming with us Sonny" said to Eric as they checked in at Wellington Airport. Eric just grunted, he'd heard it ever since they'd bought their tickets for San Francisco.

"You want your brother on our honeymoon?" he asked and saw Sonny colour. His Brat was so cute when he blushed.

"Can we join the mile high club?" Sonny inquired in anything but a quiet voice. The woman checking them in, was also checking Eric out, blushed the same colour Sonny had been earlier. Sonny just grinned evilly at her. "Mine," he mouthed as Eric's hand landed on his shoulder heavily.

"Behave," he breathed into Sonny's ear, "I'd hate for you to spend the trip on a freshly paddled butt."

"Yes sir," Sonny replied.

The trip was long and boring. Sonny was sad that the toilets were way too small to have sex in. In fact after checking them out, he declared they were barely big enough to do his business in. They arrived at LAX and drove along the coastal highway to San Francisco.

Eric and Sonny spent the week following a list of sightseeing a friend had given them. The friend lived in San Jose but as soon as she knew they were making the trip she'd sent the list. It was during this week that the two men started to experiment with a new aspect of their relationship. Sonny had read a lot of fiction around D/S relationships and had cautiously introduced the subject to Eric.
"When we first got together you said you wanted a relationship like Adam and Brian," Eric pointed out, "So that's what I've been giving you. After Adam and I broke it off I went deeper into the lifestyle. Played a little darker, learnt a little. I am willing to take you into a darker world; it's up to you if you really want to do this."

Sonny bit his lip. "I want to try it," his voice was determined, "I trust you."

Eric smile was feral, "You know I'll expect absolute obedience at all times or you'll pay the penalty. The penalty will be with a belt, as you have issues around canes. You will spend a lot of time on your knees, clothes will be at my discretion, and I will use you when and where I want."

Sonny shivered his eyes going wide. He licked his lips and nodded "Yes sir," he said.

"What's your safe word," Eric asked, "You need to use it if this gets too intense for you. You use it and I will stop and we will discuss things." He saw Sonny open his mouth, "This is not negotiable," he snapped.

Sonny tilted his head to one side, "Brian," he said, "Brian is my safe word."

Eric burst out laughing, "Well I guess in the past Brian protected you so I guess it's appropriate."

Now after a week Sonny was wondering if he was slightly insane. He'd spent almost every minute in their suite naked, had a new appreciation for the belt as a teaching implement, had learnt sex with a well punished butt could be spine tingling good and he loved being put into submission by his Dom. When he knelt there Eric would card his hand through Sonny's red hair. Sonny found it easier to drop into a calm headspace in this position. He was struggling slightly in other areas; he had an insistent, irritating voice that sounded remarkably like Brian chanting, "Slave boy, you're fucking insane."

"Up," Eric said and tossed Sonny some clothes. Sonny gasped as he checked them out butter soft leather trousers and a green silk shirt that matched his eyes.

He looked up. "Sir, these are clubbing clothes," he said, as he looked up. Then he lost the power of speech. Eric stood there in dressed in black, leather trousers, shirt, boots that covered his calf and a trench coat made out of leather. He looked hot.

"We're going to a club I've heard about called The Milestone," Eric said, "Move it unless you'd like to visit there with fresh strap marks." Sonny hurried he had enough marks that made sitting a distant memory already. He didn't want more. He was looking forward to another erotic spanking like the one he'd received the night before, when Eric had finally given his permission to cum he'd exploded until all he saw was stars. When he was dressed Eric approached him with a collar in his hand. Let's make sure everyone knows you're taken," he said. "When we get home, if we continue this, I'll officially collar you with something slightly less obvious he promised, "For now this will have to do," he buckled the collar securely around Sonny's neck.

Memories

Brian and Sonny.

WARNINGS- all of it is a memory of physical and psychological child abuse. If
this disturbs you do not read it.

Brian absently ran his hand over an old scar on the back of his hand. Meeting up
with Mark had brought up a lot of memories he didn't want to face again.

His parents had died in a car crash when he was 6, he had no family extended or
otherwise, so he was placed into foster care. Het met Sonny in his first foster
family, and two hours before they were separated they'd become blood brothers.

They'd met again when they were 14. This was where Mark came into their lives,
as the natural son of their foster parents, Brad and Alice Counter. Brian had
learnt in his time in foster care to not get close to anyone. But he and Sonny
were different, they'd kept in touch by letter and their bond had remained
strong.

They were hellions and kept their foster parents very busy. More often than not
they drew Mark in as well. In the end Brad, the boys' foster father had resorted
to corporal punishment despite it being totally against the fostering rules.
Brian and Sonny kept it very quiet; they knew if it came to light they'd be
split up again.

They came out at 15.

"It's a phase you'll grow out of it," Alice assured the two boys.

"It's not a phase," Sonny replied stubbornly, "I'm gay. I like men not women."

"Don't speak to your mother like that," Brad growled, "We won't have talk like
that in this house."

"She's not my mother," Sonny spat and shrunk in behind Brian, when Brad raised
his fist.

Brian straightened up, he often protected Sonny, and he had a Knight errant
streak running through him. ""Hey calm down," he said, "Sonny is telling the
truth. We're gay. We've known it for years we just decided to come out."

"You just want him," Brad spat.

"God no," Brian was disgusted, "We're brothers plus after experimenting a bit,
we're both bottoms, I wouldn't know what to do if I had him."

That was the first time his foster father had hit him, it wasn't the last.

They started to stay out late, drinking and fighting. Brian started to smoke,
but neither got into drugs, except for the odd marijuana buzz. Some of the
school teachers were worried about the two boys showing up with bruises. They
just used to show them their bruised knuckles and deflect the questions. About
half the bruises Brian showed up with were courtesy of his foster father; trying
to convince him he liked girls.

Finally at sixteen it came to a head. Sonny had started having nightmares about
his first foster home where he had been horribly abused. In order to sooth him
Brian had got into bed with him.

Even more then 9 years later Brian shuddered.

The beating had been bad enough but the two hours spent in a dark cupboard had
been worse. Even now the smell of mould and spider webs could throw him back. He
got the scar on the hand by trying to batter his way out.

They had split Brian and Sonny up but they'd continued to meet up and raise hell
until Brian hooked up with Adam and had then set Sonny up with Eric.

When discussing the discipline partnership with Brian Sonny had asked how he
could allow it after what had happened to him at the hands of Brad Counter.
Brian had thought for a minute and said, "I choose to give the power over to
Adam. I have areas in my life I need some help with and consequences. I'm not
weak. I'm not incompetent. Adam is willing to catch me when I fall. Don't get me
wrong it hurts like hell when Adam punishes me but I know once I've paid the
slate is clean. Always remember Brats have the final say, until we're actually
over our Tops laps."

Brain remembered that talk with a crooked grin. He set his jaw, back in the day
Mark had been a pretty good friend, despite his father. He wouldn't forget his
past but he wouldn't let it ruin his current life. "Your round," he said to Mark
over the buzz of the pub.

It Was Only a K

Part 1 – Eric and Sonny

Sonny stumbled into the hallway of the house he and Eric had purchased only last
year. It was a rundown 19th century villa that they had slowly been renovating.
Eric was standing at the end of the hallway wearing jeans and a t-shirt that
matched his eyes. It was a t-shirt Sonny had bought him, although anyone who
mentioned that was a very gay thing to do, tended to get a mouthful. Brian had
got hit over the head with a pillow.

"I'm drunk," Sonny confided to Eric who just raided an eyebrow.

"So I see," Eric replied. "Did Brian drive you home?"

"Yes, he was a bit pissed but it was only a really short trip," Sonny replied,
he might have been drunk, but he'd have to have been comatose to not notice the
eyebrow, and the sudden glint that appeared in Eric's eyes. He suddenly felt
very sober "Oh shit."

"I suppose I should be pleased that the message on communication had got
through," Eric said dryly. "I'm guessing you know where we go to from here."

Sonny led the way to the old butler's pantry. It had been one of the first room
renovated and had become a punishment room. Once inside the door was shut and
the light turned on it was obvious the room was soundproof and although the
furnishing was a straight back chair, a battered old squashy sofa and a small
set of drawers. Eric reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a paddle.

Sonny sniffled as he pulled down his pants "It was only a k," he protested as he
laid over Eric's knee. Eric pulled down Sonny's boxers to bare his bum.

"I don't care," the Top said, "I don't care you got drunk. What this is for is
getting into a car when you knew the person driving it was drunk.."

Eric never bothered with a warm up. He always figured his Brat's bottom would
warm up perfectly well with the paddle. The first swat was loud. Sonny stiffened
as the pain hit and hissed through his teeth. The second swat landed just below
the first and Sonny could stop the yelp that escaped. Eric then set a steady
rhythm, slowly turning his brat's bottom from creamy white, to rosy pink and the
slowly to flaming red. It was the worst paddling he'd handed out in a while, but
this was one message he wanted to drive home.

Sonny was a mess, and after swearing black and blue he'd never catch a lift with
someone drunk again. he just cried as the pain built. It was only when he was
being held by his lover on the big sofa that his sobs tapered off. " I'm sorry,"
he said his voice hoarse with the crying.

"I know baby," Eric was busy soothing his partner, "It's forgiven, but never do
it again. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt or killed in a car crash."

Tears started to run down Sonny's face again. "I never thought of it like that.
His green eyes where bloodshot as he looked up at Eric, "It was a k, but next
time I'll walk."


Part 2 –Adam and Brian

Brian parked the car on the grass. He was a bit perturbed that he was seeing two
garages when he'd left that morning there had only been one.

He walked into the house quite proud that he could walk a straight line. "Honey
I'm home," he sang out as he entered.

"I'm in the study," came back Adam's voice.

"What are you doing in here," Brian's voice trailed off was he saw his Top
sitting behind the desk with a strap lying in front of him. "What…?" he croaked.

"If you tell me you're sober, or someone else drove the car I'll put the belt
away," Adam said, in a level tone.

"What are you? A bloodhound? How the hell can you tell I've been drinking form
over there?"

Adam crooked an eyebrow (what is it with these tops and the eyebrow) "The three
tries you had at getting into the garage clued me in." Plus the fact Oliver from
the bar called me saying you the Dial-a-Driver car you'd called couldn't find
you. I added 2 to 2 and made 4. Tell me I'm wrong."

"It was only a k," Brian protested. "and Dial-a-Driver was taking forever,."

"I don't care," Adam replied standing up. "You do not drive drunk. Not on k not
a dam metre." Adam took a deep breath as Brian rushed from the room and could be
heard throwing up into the sink, "Damn," he thought to himself as he poured a
glass of cool water and made his Brat sip it slowly, "he's been drinking Jim
Beam and L'n'P."

Once Brian had finished the water they went back into the study. No more talk
was necessary they'd done this dance plenty of times. The strap cracked down and
Brian cried out. His last coherent thought for a while was "Shit this is going
to hurt." He was right and when Adam carried him to bed, he found it extremely
difficult to find a comfortable position. After an uneasy night he padded
downstairs in the oldeset. softest pants he could find.

"How did you get the black eye?"

"Would you believe amnesia?"

Amnesia

Adam/Brian, Eric/Sonny and Mark


"Brian. Sonny is it really you?" The two men spun around and saw a man about
their age, flashing them a smile. He had dusty, brown hair and hazel eyes. He
was wearing low slung jeans and a Nike T-shirt.

Sonny looked at Brian who shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry," Sonny said "You
obviously know us but we can't bring you to mind."

This was not uncommon for the two brothers; they'd both been in numerous foster
homes so there were quite a few people around that could call them brother. It
was pretty rare for someone to greet them both.

"It's Mark. Mark Counter."

A light came on in Sonny's brain, "You're Brad and Alice's natural son." he
said, and Brian after a puzzled moment clicked also.

He'd forgotten about his foster parents, the Counters. It had been them that
had found him and Sonny in a bed together at 16. Brian had been comforting his
brother after he'd had a nightmare, but Brad Counter would not believe him. He'd
always counted himself lucky he didn't remember much of what happened in the
hour it had taken a social worker to turn up.

He could have bitten his tongue as he said the first thing out of his mouth,
"Your Dad still as homophobic as ever?" Adam held him to a higher standard than
that, and even Sonny winced. Brian was only vaguely surprised when Mark took a
swing at him. His first thought was "How the hell do I explain a black eye to
Adam." He backed up holding a hand up. He'd learnt that fighting in the street
was not a bright move. He really didn't need for Adam to pick him up from a
police station again. "Hey Mark. I'm sorry, that was totally uncalled for.
Truce?"

"You two always did fight." Sonny observed from a safe distance. "The number of
times you had to explain black eyes, bloody noses and bruises in strange place
were legendary." Brian and Mark just looked at him, looked at each other,
laughed and shook hands. The three men went for a drink, then another and then
even more.

Eric was not amused when Sonny arrived home, especially after Sonny admitted to
being dropped off by a very drunk Brian. His plea of "It was only a k," did not
save him from a hard paddling.

Brian was well and truly caught out by Brian. The strapping he received sobered
him up remarkably quickly. The next morning as he mournfully stood up eating his
cornflakes. Adam inquired casually "How did you get the eye."

"Would you believe I have amnesia surrounding last night?" Brian replied
hopefully.

Hush

"Will you just hush for a minute," Brian turned on Sonny who had been
complaining he was bored. "The birds here are wild not caged like at the zoo. If
you continue to talk that loudly they don't hand around." The fact that his
voice had risen to match or exceed his brother's totally escaped him.

"Will to two hush up," came Adam's exasperated voice, "I'd just lined up a
perfect shot of a tuatara, which is now back in his burrow to escape the bloody
chattering brats. I swear next time I came to Zealandia I'm leaving you two
behind."

Brian was looking into the distance "Hush," he hissed "Fantail dead ahead." The
little group went home with a picture of the shyest bird in the sanctuary.

Summer Nights

Adam/Brian
Eric/Sonny
Author – Jo
Warning- Waffle, earthquakes, belt and paddle.
All mistakes are mine. Spell and grammar checked only.

Brian and Sonny were lying in the sun beds beside the pool. The pool party was
still going on around them, but with their differing work schedules, they rarely
got time just to talk to each other.


Brian had quickly moved on, after getting a job with NZ Rail. After dipping his
toes into several jobs, he had finally set up as a programmer, working mainly
from home. He also sidelined as a computer "geek" who helped customers having
problems with their computers. Brian usually laughed when the customers opened
their doors, and the geek they'd expected was 6' feet tall, with jet black hair,
blue eyes and a body to die for. At least, that was how Adam always described
his lover's body and who was Brian to argue?


Sonny had found a job in a local garage as a mechanic, after completing his
apprenticeship. He was very happy, and his boss was allowing him to use part of
the workshop to build his own race car.


They were both still in discipline relationships, with their partner's Adam and
Eric respectively. In fact both Tops were keeping a discrete eye on their
younger partners, Brian and Sonny together was sometimes a recipe for disaster.
Sonny had once protested to Eric that the assumption was unfair. Eric's answer
had been brief and pointed, "Then why are you over my lap getting a spanked
after the prank you pulled with your brother?" Sonny had several answers to
that question, but after painful experience had learnt not to voice them. It was
little comfort to him that Brain was in exactly the same position, as he was,
for the same crime. Neither of the younger men acted as a brake on the other. If
anything events accelerated when they were together.


It had happened in summer. In January to get out of the miserable weather in
Wellington, they all decided to make a pilgrimage to the devastated
Christchurch. At first they'd been a bit uneasy with the aftershocks going on,
but after a couple of days they got almost blasé about them. The four had
enjoyed visiting the container mall, and had great fun at Orana Wildlife Park,
having a close encounter with the lions.


It was when they visited the red zone that things went wrong. All four men were
shocked at the damage they viewed from behind the fence. It was a city they'd
often visited, and although they'd seen the devastation on television, the
reality was much worse. Brian and Sonny spent a spirited five minutes with a
security guard, trying to convince him that they had a right to see the
Cathedral. Finally a couple of exasperated Tops found their Brats, apologized to
the guard and went back to the hotel they were staying at.


"But Ericcccc," Sonny whined. Brian winced slightly; he knew that tone never
went anywhere good.


"Sonny, don't push it," Eric warned darkly, "I'm not in the mood. I don't
understand why you tried to enter the red zone."


"We thought it would be fun," Brian jumped in, and suddenly felt a heavy hand
land on his shoulder. He twisted up and looked up into Adam's eyes, "We'd get
some good photos," he finished, lamely.


In their separate rooms, at the hotel, both Brats got the chapter and verse of
why they were not to attempt to enter the red zone again. Lurid threats were
made, and Sonny paid the price for continuing his whining, even after the
warning. Eric was very firm on the importance of clear communication, and Sonny
knew whining did not come under that heading.


Later on neither Brat ever let on who suggested they try to sneak into the red
zone. They didn't get far until being apprehended by a security guard, who
handed them over to the police, who prompted charged them with trespassing.
Later on, in court, they both got huge fines.


However before visiting court they had to face their Tops. Brian knew exactly
how much trouble he was in when Adam reached into the closet and came out with a
belt. Adam grimly pointed to the end of the bed, after he'd placed two pillows
there. Not a word had been spoken. Brian didn't need any instructions, he'd
been here before. He peeled down his trousers and underpants and bent over the
bed. The strapping was beyond painful. Much later he was laying on the bed, with
his head on Adam's shoulder. "Hurts," was all he muttered, and was not happy
when Adam replied with "Good."


Sonny was shocked almost speechless when Eric pulled the paddle from the
suitcase. "You packed the paddle," he spluttered in outrage.


Eric just raised an eyebrow. "I was a boy scout," he answered, "I always like to
be prepared. You should count yourself lucky, Adam was muttering about a belt."
Sonny paled slightly, Brian had privately told him that he hadn't been spanked
for over six months, before they'd embarked on this trip.


Eric pulled a straight back chair out into an open area of floor and beckoned to
his Brat. Sonny walked over, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them and his boxers
down, and placed himself over his Top's knees. He realized, with some shock,
that the chair seemed to have the same measurements as the "spanking chair" they
used at home. "You sent measurements for the chair as well, right?" was all he
accused; Eric chuckled, and then began to spank Sonny. He quickly re-heated
Sonny's bottom from the previous night and began to improve on it. When Sonny
was crying hard, Eric reached for the paddle, "Please Eric I'm sorry, don't
paddle me," Sonny begged, his voice breaking slightly.


Eric hardened his heart; he was not immune to Sonny's obvious distress, but he
knew going easy on his young brat was not an option. "Sonny, you put yourself
in danger, that is going to earn you a paddling every single time." With that he
began to use the paddle. He only stopped when Sonny was limp over his lap, and
his young lover's bottom was glowing red. He then began the long process of
convincing his Brat he was forgiven.


That had been in summer, it was now winter. They were the only four left at the
pool. Brian and Sonny were laughing at something Brian has said. The two Tops
grinned at each other, and the only warning their Brats got was the yell "Cannon
ball."

Pool Party-Kiwi Style

For the Tea Room's challenge.
Adam and Brian.
Warning- Kiwi slang and all mistakes are mine.


"It's the middle of winter," Brian's voice rose in protest, as he surveyed the
invitation they'd just received on facebook. "How the hell can anybody throw a
pool party when it's less than 13 degrees outside?"


Adam rolled his eyes sometimes his Brat could be so melodramatic. "Easy," he
replied, running his hand through Brian's shaggy locks. "The pool is inside and
heated."

"Know-it-all," Brian grumbled, his eyes closing in bliss. He grinned up at his
Top, "So I guess we'd better get up, and see if we can find some new togs." The
two men were in bed, having taken one look out of the window and decided all
plans were off.

Adam firmly closed the laptop on Brian's fingers. "Hey that hurt," the younger
man's protest was cut off as Adam kissed him. It was lucky the laptop has
somewhere soft to land, as the two men forgot about everything except each
other, for the rest of the day.

Breakfast In Bed

Adam had never been good in the kitchen but unknown to Brian he'd been taking
lessons. There had been many burnt items, but finally he believed he had cracked
it. This morning was his graduation exercise.

"Wake up sleepyhead," he said as he entered the bedroom carrying a tray. Brian
sat up, rubbed his eyes and eyed the tray suspiciously. He began to laugh.

"Congratulation, you've mastered two toast, with jam and marmite and coffee."

It's His Fault

Adam and Brian

Written by Jo

My contribution to a WL challenge.

Brian fidgeted under Adam's stern eyes. "It's his fault," he complained. "I
asked him what he wanted to drink, offered choices and he said whatever. So
that's what I gave him.

"A coke, coffee, tea, whisky combination drink is not acceptable," Adam
retorted. "You could have poisoned him."

"Did you see his face?" Brian asked, unable to keep his laugh from escaping.

Adam's face twitched as he tried to hide a smile.

"I think you writing him an apology will do as a punishment," Adam said finally.

"But it's his fault," Brian wailed, as he went to fetch a pen.

The End

Sandman

Written by: Jo
Characters: Adam & Brian and Eric & Sonny


“Hurry up will you,” Brian fretted. “You're so slow.”

“Calm down little boy,” Adam said calmly, “It's not as though the beach will run away.”

“Christmas and it's 30 degrees,” Brian grinned, “I don't understand why some people cook a full Christmas dinner with plum pudding and all,” he wrinkled his nose at Adam. “Just like your family the last three years,” he said. “I'm go glad this year we're having a Barbie at the beach with Eric and Sonny.”

Christmas day had started early in the household. Adam had been woken by an enthusiastic Brat at 6am and had firmly stated that he was not getting up that early, when they had gone to bed after 1am after going to the midnight service at the local church.

“Grinch,” Brian had muttered, only to yelp after Adam swatted him. Brian settled down, he knew Adam was grouchy when short on sleep. Despite thinking he would never go to sleep again, Brian had to be shaken awake by Adam who had got up and made breakfast.

“Fresh coffee and toast,” Brian said, he looked up “Is the kitchen still intact,” he teased Adam.

“Cheeky Brat,” Adam retorted “I'm not sure you deserve any presents this year.”

“I've been good,” Brian protested “Most of the time. Hell I've had to be, I'm a working person now.” He grimaced, it had been a hard transition for him and he still had fond dreams of when he'd been a carefree student. “At least I don't start back at work until January,” he said cheerfully “One of the few advantages of working for the Government. I'm not even on call. Let's take this down to the tree,” Brian said, as he bounced out of bed almost knocking his coffee over. “It's time to open the presents.”

Adam laughed as he watched his Brat walk out of the room, stark naked. His eyes softened he knew his Brat didn't have great memories of Christmas when he was in care. Early on, Brian had firmly told Adam, that socks, underwear or any type of clothing was not what he considered to be an acceptable presents.

Adam caught up with Brian and tossed him a robe. Brian stopped dead and rubbed his cheek on the soft material. “New?” he questioned his blue eyes glowing.

Adam just grinned at him. “I saw you looking at it and feeling it on Saturday,” he explained “So I thought I'd give it to you on Christmas Day. I didn't wrap it I know how you feel about clothes as presents.” He was sad, he brought up the subject, when he saw Brian's eyes darken briefly.

Brian's eyes only lightened again when they went into the front room and saw the tree, lights blazing, with gaily wrapped presents underneath.

They had great fun opening the presents, Brian thrilled at the Ipod and Adam misty eyed over the custom piece of jewellery. A necklace with their initials intertwined, which Brian casually mentioned he designed as a tatoo. until Adam made his displeasure known about permanent marks, on his Brat. Brian still had a tendency to wince when he saw tatoo shows on tv.

The two men drove to the local beach and when there searched out Eric and Sonny. Brain and Sonny headed straight for the sea and started to horse around, splashing each other and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Adam and Eric watched smiling, it was always great for them to see their Brat's fooling around together.

It wasn't long before the two younger men came out of the water and demanded to be fed. The BBQ had just heated up and the steak and onion sandwiches were quickly made. Eric also put the turkey on to cook for later on. They planned to stay for the huge bonfire that was always lit on Christmas night and the fireworks.

“Why have they roped off that part of the beach?” Brian asked casually.

“Oh that's where they sand sculpture,” Sonny replied “You know Sandmen instead of Snowmen.” Brian groaned loudly at this piece of wit. He rolled over and looked at his brother.

“Remember when we were kids and made sandcastles” he said “What'd ya think about joining in. I reckon we could do an awesome sculpture.”

Sonny just looked at Brian and saw the twinkle in his eyes. He began to twinkle back and jumped up “Okay,” he replied, “let's show those losers how it's done.” Eric's head shot up and looked sternly at his Brat, who blushed. Sonny was very competitive and didn't like losing it was something he and Eric had an ongoing problem with. “Hey I remember the rules,” Sonny protested “It's just a bit of fun.”

"Plus $200 for first," Brian said quietly, as they walked over to a pile of wet sand. After a bit of arguing they decided to work on a knight in armour laid out on his bier. Looking around after about half an hour, Brian decided they had no chance of winning first place. Although their knight was good, there were obviously some very professional sculpters there. He whispered something into Sonny's ear. Sonny's grin was wicked, which Brian echoed.

If Adam and Eric had noticed those grins, they would have moved in immediately but they were pre-occupied basting the turkey. They turned quickly, along with the whole beach when they heard the scream, and saw one of the lady judges faint. Brian and Sonny were holding each other up, they were laughing so hard.

They stopped laughing, as they saw their Tops approaching. "Hi guys," Sonny said weakly as their Tops looked over their creation. The top half was perfectly normal a knight in simple armour with his eyes closed, it was the bottom half the two Tops couldn't believe. The knight was naked, and his arms instead of lying across his chest, were obviously masturbating a half erect penis.

"Brat," Adam whispered, into Brian's ear "You will apologise to the judges now." Brian shivered at the threat implicit in Adam's voice. He looked over at his partner in crime and saw Eric whispering into Sonny's ear as well.

The two men after being released by their Tops walked over to the judges and apologised for distressing them, the lady who had fainted in particular. They trailed back to their Tops.

"We've been banned for life from beach sculpting," Sonny said, kicking at the sand.

"That's the least of your problems," Eric growled, "Christmas Day or not I'm going to spank you for this stunt. I should just take you straight home."

"Same goes for you Brian," Adam's growl was a match to Eric's.

Adam and Eric looked around. The crowds were thinning out and the dinner crowd hadn't arrived yet. Almost at the same time they looked at the public toilets. Eric looked at Adam and lifted his eyebrows. Adam nodded, blushing slightly under his tan. This wouldn't be the first time he'd been involved in a spanking in a public toilet, only the last time he'd been the one getting the spanking. He'd been glad the toilets were pretty well soundproofed.

Eric and Sonny were first. Adam and a nervous Brian leant against the door casually guarding against interruption. Brian shuddered every time he heard Eric's hand land and Sonny yelp. Adam smiled grimly, it sounded as though Eric hadn't lost his touch. Then the sounds stopped, and there was a low voiced conversation between Eric and Sonny. The two men came out, Brian tried to catch Sonny’s tear reddened eyes, but his brother was snuggling close to his lover.

Adam pulled Brian into the toilets, and headed straight for the disabled toilet. "More room," Brian thought sourly. Adam sat on the toilet and Brian who rarely lost his sense of humour choked slightly.

"Do we need to discuss exactly why we're in here?" Adam asked.

"No sir," Brian replied, losing any desire to laugh. "It was only a joke," he protested.

"Not very funny," Adam replied, his voice stern.

"True." Brian sighed as he undid his shorts. He had nothing on underneath them. He laid himself over Brian's lap and tried to relax.

To Brian it felt like the spanking was never going to finish. Adam steadily set every spot on his butt on fire. He was sobbing deeply by the time Adam felt he'd been punished enough. "All over," Adam said and gently pulled his Brat's shorts back up. Brian clung to his Top and cried into his shoulder.

For the rest of the Christmas Day, two very sore Brats stuck very close to their Tops.

The End