New Brothers Part 3

Chapter 234-2

New Brothers

Part 3

 

Mr. Tate said. “Fine, it's just I really liked that part, where the boys meet their brother and father for the first time. It chokes me up every time. Ok places everyone….” Takes the movie board and claps it says.  “Take two, scene one… introduction.”

Dad brought the boys over to meet us; we did our best not to cringe from the smell. Dad said “This is Steve, Mark, and Sal they are going to be your new brothers. Boys meet Charles, Peter, and Paul.” Charles was the blond head boy he was 7 and had just turned 7. Blue eyes the only thing I could we could see were the boy’s eyes and the color of their dirt matted hair. Peter had raven black hair and brown eyes he too was 7 almost 8 and Paul was red or more auburn with green eyes he was 6 and a half and the shortest between them. The names weren’t the ones they would use in everyday life only their stage names, but for now, they had agreed to use them.

Dad asked if they had problem with us bathing them and they shook their heads no, thinking it was a stupid question, as they eyed the big tub, it was the cameras and the crew they had a problem with, and personally, I couldn’t blame them. Dad said. “Cut,”

Mr. Tate asked why and Dad said. “Because the boys don’t want to bathe with you watching us and them,” Mr. Tate growled and was about to say No. But Dad said it was either his way or they weren’t going to get the shot, stating. “We can always shoot again later like the introduction. Once the boys are comfortable and we can roll them in a mud and straw, and dress them in new rags, to get what you want. I promised the boys they wouldn’t be forced to do anything they didn’t want to do or feel comfortable about doing. I keep my promises.

“You can place your cameras and film it in the film room as you showed me you have set up in some of the smaller rooms. Then we can film this scene again, it will make you very happy, I give you my word on it.”

Mr. Tate said. “Fine, I can live with that, if I was a kid of 7 I wouldn’t want the damn world watching me bathe either. It was Mr. Nestor’s idea, and I went along with it. Ok everyone out, set the cameras and will meet back in the studio. Perhaps I can join you boys once were set up. That way I can adjust the cameras as needed.” Dad said as he asked. “When you mean join us, you mean naked, and allowing my sons to bathe you, and do anything they want to you and that includes me?”

Mr. Tate blinked then smiled. “You mean me being apart of my own films like I used to do twenty years ago?”

Dad said. “Why not? Considering we nudist find if we are naked and our guests aren’t it means they are being quite rude, and would not feel comfortable about sharing ourselves if all you do is watch and not participating.”

Mr. Tate said. “You’re serious?” Dad and we nodded, Mr. Tate said. “I don’t have the same body I did twenty years ago, neither am I groomed like you and your boys are.”

Dad shrugged his shoulders said. “Who does? Age affects everyone, I told you were doing whole new series of films that will appeal to all age groups, male and females and sick’o Mary’s. Where do you think your new subscribers are going to come from? You wanted to play with the big boys like Playboy magazine, this how you’re going to do it.”

Mr. Tate said “World, here I come, give me 20 minutes to get set up.”

Dad said. “Take your time, I want to go over with my boys in what we are going to do during this scene.”

Dad had the sex talk with the three boys, and went over our terminology he was blunt and went right to the point; I knew the boys were blushing under their dirt covered faces. But they asked if they could watch first, Dad said not a problem, and we would take it slow he gave them each a cold soda and told them to help themselves to cold sandwiches and chips and cheese and fruit plate. As they went over what their lives were going to be like.

All three of them said it sounded something they had been wanting for a very long time, but, being in an orphanage for nearly half their lives, being caged up every day then cleaned up on the days people came to see them, was the only time they ever slept in a real bed and had meals that weren’t spoiled, with maggots; then returned back to the holding pins in the basement with barely a blanket and pot to piss in. They happened to come from the same orphanage, which was something that happened to be true in the folder we had read about them.

Neither of them really liked their old names; mostly because they couldn’t remember them, or the people seldom called them by them only when people came to see them. Most of them wanted kids younger then they were, again that wasn’t surprising everyone liked baby’s other than the fact of changing diapers and listening to them cry all the time.

Jeff confirmed it, that Mr. Tate had paid the orphanage ten thousand for each boy, promising them if they have any more they are willing to sell to him he would gladly buy them. Which he did, only leaving a small handful that was close to aging out, like Mark and Sal that were boys, not the girls however those he left behind considering he only wanted boys and not girls.

Tony was putting a team together to locate them, and contacting family services using a contact like my old caseworker that can be trusted to make sure when they found those children they would be placed in good homes, in the meantime she and he would make a visit and shut them down or remove the caretakers and have them brought up on charges.

Dad had his hands full as it was, taking in Calvin, Mark, and Sal, plus three new boys. Even though he was using his undercover name Carrion to do it, considering him and Mom were no longer allowed to take in any more foster kids.

However, no one said nothing about adopting them right from the get-go. Stringum was the one pulling some strings to make it happen and legal. He had warned Mom and Dad if they went back to their old ways, he would remove every child from their care, which included my three adoptive brothers Jared, Jason and Jonathon. The Vincent’s, Mom and Dad were sharing custody with Calvin.

I questioned what Mom was going to say when we come home with five new brothers. Dad stated she would fall in love with them the moment they walked in the door.

I wasn’t sure if that would be the case, but it wasn’t if we didn’t have room for them, nor was it any of my business. The big differences between me and them were they would have to learn to live with the fact they were going to be nudist a lot quicker then I was. Then again being as young as they are they will adapt quickly, and not having to worry about their father thinking nudity of any kind is a bad thing and sex and stimulation is a sin against God.

The boys had no problem letting Dad help them off with their clothes as I stuffed them into a garbage bag as he took them down the hall to give them a quick shower. While we waited for Mr. Tate to set up and making sure he could view everything they were seeing in the film studio.

Using a headphone and mike to talk back and forth as he adjusted the cameras around the tub area, he still hadn’t removed his clothes other than shoes and Socks after nearly slipping on wet tile. I grabbed my grooming kit from my backpack and laid out my tools. Dad came back with the boys each of them wearing a bathrobe. Mr. Tate said he was ready.

Dad said. “Don’t you think you are a little overdressed for bathing?” He blushed as he looked at us who were still clothed. While Dad took off his and the three boys robes and folded them over the chair, they looked far better then they did when they came into the room covered in filth, but we could tell they didn’t see a lot of the sun as to how white they were seeing no tan lines on their bodies. They were malnourished, nothing but skin and bones, but at least they were clean.

They got into the tub as Mr. Tate asked. “What now?”

Dad said. “Giving you what you wanted as promised. You wanted to see what my son can do with Mark and Sal with their clothes on. I promised the boys here they could watch so they know its ok before they tried it.”

Mr. Tate nodded and told me to stand on the mark he had outlined earlier while Mark and Sal left the room waiting for their queue. He took the movie card and said. “Scene one brothers take 2.” He clapped the board in front of the camera. The cheese music began.

Dad and the boys were already in the tub as I played as I was just turning off the water and acted like I was about to join them by lifting my shirt, then stopped when Mark and Sal came into the room. I said the line. “Hey Mark, Sal I have been waiting for you, what took you guys so long?” Sal went over to the toy boxes to choose which tub toys he wanted. He was still fully dressed down to his socks like earlier while the rest of us except for Mr. Tate was barefoot.

I pulled Mark into a standing kiss, while Mr. Tate walked around us getting a close up, then Mark and I went wild, as we deepened each other's kisses and started to remove each others clothes as we backed up to the wall as we continued our stripteases one layer at time until we were both standing in our boxers.

Mr. Tate was nearly dancing with excitement when I motioned Sal over after he had put the toys he wanted in the tub allowing the three boys to play with them with Dad as he made his way over to reclining couch that Dad had them bring in from the pool instead of having us to do this part of the scene on the floor.

I had already explained to Sal that I was going to kiss him like his brother Mark. He was more than ready for it taking a seat between us, as me and Mark removed his shirt together, tossing it to the side. Mark moved as I moved Sal into position picking up his legs and feet as I straddled him allowing Mark to take off his socks as I unbuttoned his jeans and lifted him enough so Mark could work them off. I trailed my tongue from his stomach to his neck slowly as Mr. Tate captured it all on camera noting his hard package under his jeans wanting to break free, and we weren’t even naked yet.

I kissed Sal on the lips and opened his mouth with mine as I had with Mark as I straddled him so Mark could remove his pants the rest of the way for me. I smiled seeing his eyes open wide finding he really liked it, being his first kiss ever. Dad said. “5 minutes.”

Mr. Tate said. “I know. I owe you, now shut up.” I released Sal pulling his lips with me; as he quickly put his arms around my neck pulling me back down to kiss me again.

Dad said. “7 minutes, Sal just kissed Nate.”

Mr. Tate growled for Dad to shut up as Sal released me allowing me to trail my tongue back down his chest slowly as Mark removed my boxers for me and tossed them to the side giving me the time I needed to kneel and finding Sal penis sticking out of his boxers hard and waiting for me.

Mark quickly straddled Sal like a tag team and licked him from his chest up since he couldn’t reach his stomach with me in the way doing Sal orally as I removed his boxers and Marks tossing them to the side as Mark kissed Sal as I did. Dad said. “Just under 10 minutes like I had said,”

Mr. Tate said. “I know, now shut the f**k up,” Dad told the three boys to watch asking if they can see that I had Sal’s penis in my mouth like it was the best piece of candy ever. I could see them nodding from the corner of my eyes.

Dad told. Them it was perfectly safe, as long as they don’t pee inside their mouth and kept themselves clean. Asking them if they ever been to a doctor for an exam. They shook their heads no Dad said. “Then we fly one in tomorrow first thing for a complete checkup.”  Mr. Tate told Dad to shut up he is trying to work.

Dad said. “With or without your clothes on, we are now all naked and your not, you said you wanted to participate, either take them off or my boys will.”

Mr. Tate stumbled, said. “Damn it. I really need two of me.”

Dad said. “Show me what to do and you can?”

Mr. Tate said. “Freeze frame;” which means he wanted us to stop the film where it is so it could continue on from that point. Dad put back on his robe and told the boys to stay in the tub if they wanted to or get a closer look. While he learns how to use the cameras that were a lot different than a small handheld one. He normally uses and what Mr. Tate used before we arrived. 

Mr. Tate told us to remember the spot we were in as he went over the basics with Dad. Sal told me and Mark it was ok if we wanted to have sex with him if we wanted to as long as he could as well. We both nodded we were good with that. Even though I wasn’t… I knew it was a bad thing for me or Dad to say no. Because Mr. Tate could kill us in a heartbeat. Or have us killed, long before anyone would be here to help us, mostly it was because of Mark and Sal or even or three new boys being as it would be up to me and Dad to protect them until help arrived.

Plus the fact we still needed Mr. Tate and we needed to be part of these movies to use as bait for all those that are involved. Again we weren’t doing anything we haven’t done a million times over; the difference was for different reasons. I knew Mark and Dad were looking forward to sticking their large penises inside Mr. Tate so he could feel what it feels like to be rapped over and over again.

According to Mark… Mr. Tate and Mr. Nestor are always having sex with them, but nobody has sex them or it is very seldom or with each other. Dad, I knew it was going to hurt, and we wanted him to feel every inch of it of not keeping himself prepared to be raped in that way. Having a penis was far different than having sex when it comes to guys like them. I was looking forward to grooming him, so he can feel the razor in my hands as I have him by his delicate parts.

Once Dad was good having him tell Mr. Tate if it wasn’t, we can always re-shoot it later that way it could be perfect, that it was him that wanted to shoot this scene in the first place, instead of waiting for us to rehearse it first. He stated he liked the impromptu because he didn’t know what would happen next. Dad said. That’s because everything they have done was predictable after doing it written on a script.

He didn’t say he was wrong. He only asked how we wanted him. Mark and I gave him a silly a grin as I whispered our plan to Sal. I told him he can wait until we call him. That it would be best if he came in the door finding us having sex and getting angry about it and we would take it from there.

Dad said. “Good idea; he can be my surprised lover after a long trip and coming home finding out what has been taking place while he was gone.” Mr. Tate quickly left the room and we started right where we had left off. I placed Sal’s penis back into my mouth and Mark retook his place kissing Sal. Dad moved back and forth with the camera sitting on his shoulders like a news person getting close-ups. The music in the background begins right where it had stopped.

The door opened and Mr. Tate said angrily. “What the hell boys? Steven, Mark how long has this been going on?”

I turned my head taking Sal’s penis out of my mouth and gave a cheesy smile, said. “Dad told us it was ok, he said you would be fine with me having my brothers and friends this way, instead of us always hiding it from you.”

He asked. “So where can I find your Dad?”

I said. “Fixing us something to eat, you should have passed him when you came home.” Mark and I and Sal made our way over to him as Dad followed us from behind. Keeping the boys near the monitor so they and he can see what we look like on TV, plus keeping them out of the camera view. 

Mark and I slammed Mr. Tate up against the Wall. Mr. Tate tried to fight us, but couldn’t get away, not that he was trying too hard, the music kept playing, and I surprised Mr. Tate by kissing him as he moved his head trying not to. Mark unbuttoned his shirt by ripping it opened and took one of his n*****s as I moved over a little out of the way. I forced my lips on top of Mr. Tate’s forcing him to kiss me, his neck muscles worked overtime and then relaxed as I watched his eyes turning our heads slightly deepening the kiss. I quickly released him.

He moaned and I understood why as looked down as the camera panned down finding Sal between us with Mr. Tate’s penis in his mouth. I cringed and smiled seeing all that hair down there and on his chest.

Mark moved taking his other n****e as he was working the shirt off him. Mr. Tate grabbed me by the head and kissed me, as the boys worked below him trading places like a steam engine. He released me and I said. “Care to join us uncle in a bath, while we wait for Dad and my brothers to join us?”

Mr. Tate’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and breathed. “Oh God yes, you're sure they won’t mind?”

Mark said “Why? What do you think we have been doing while you have been gone uncle?”

Mark and I pulled him along as Sal jumped into the tub, while we slowly joined him. Mark pushed him softly back as he came up between his legs laying on top of him as he kissed him allowing me to spread his legs so Sal and I could have Mr. Tate’s penis Sal like me were doing our best not to get hair in our mouths Dad said. “Cut and freeze.” Mark slid back down into the tub while Sal and I moved out of the way.

Mr. Tate said. “Now that was awesome. I can’t wait to play it back,” and started to get out.

Dad stopped him and said. “Not so fast, uncle we have just started. Let’s go a little bit more, we will have our three boys come in first, and then me and then will let Mark, Sal and Nate groom you. Then we will call it a wrap until after our dinner scene since we have to have another bath after that; where you will excuse yourself so you can film us unless my new boys feel comfortable about being nude in front of the crew and the camera. Then you can join us again.”

Mr. Tate said. “You drive a hard bargain.”

Dad said. “There will be no preparing today for them, let me make that clear, no sex with our three boys. Until I say so, I told they won’t be forced into it until they feel comfortable about letting Nate and Mark preparing them the proper way.”

Mr. Tate said. “Deal, as long I get the shots I want tonight and they better be hot, just like the others.” Dad and he shook hands sealing the deal. The three boys put on their robes telling them to come in when they hear Mr. Tate scream. “Oh, God, Please don’t stop.” Then come in and giggle giving each other a fist bump drop their robes at the door and get into the tub.

Then ask them if they were ok with that; they all nodded. The boy with the blood-hair who picked the named Charles who was 7 asked if he and his new brothers could try tasting a penis. Everyone laughed Dad, said. “If you want, considering you’ll be having that for dinner after these two last scenes before that, I was going to suggest a body tasting first and go on from there.”

The boys each gave each other a fist bump. Mr. Tate did a double take checking to make sure they weren’t being forced. Which stated it surprised him. Dad said. “What? They had no problem in letting me bathe every inch of them or me. I told you they wouldn’t once they realized I wasn’t going to harm them.”

 Mr. Tate said. “I knew Mr. Nestor was wrong as he told me everyone needs an incentive.”

Dad said. “He was right, but my incentive was love, not death.”