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Discipline House - Part 5

Chapter 7: Harry in the Morning

During the night, David woke up and found himself lying on his back; h is bottom was aching and that was what had awakened him. He rolled over on his side and the aching stopped. Harry had his back to David, but suddenly stirred and rolled over on his side facing David. Without appearing to awaken, Harry placed his leg over David’s body and drew him closer. Harry’s arm went around David and cupped the back of his head bringing David’s face right up to Harry’s chest. David automatically curled into a ball as he was tucked close to Harry’s body. Harry’s warmth transferred itself to David and David felt sleep stealing over him. David’s lips were pressed over one of Harry’s large, brick-red chest nipples. Instinctively, David drew the nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it. Harry’s nipple got larger and harder, and Harry gave a low, deep moan and drew David closer. Suckling gently, David slipped back into sleep.

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The next morning, High Father John awoke both boys and put clothing on the bed for them to put on.

"I want you to use the bathroom to wash up and then make the bed and get dressed. We will have breakfast together, and I will tell you what you are going to be doing."

High Father John left them and David said, "Do you want to use the shower first, Harry?"

"Nope," said Harry, placing his hand on David’s neck, "I want to use the shower with company. Come on little bro." David took in his new title (little brother), but said nothing.

In the shower, Harry grinned and told David that he was the dirtiest ‘kid’ he’d ever seen. "I gotta soap you up, boy," Harry chuckled. And he lathered David so prodigiously, that David was practically blinded with the soap. During the horeplay, Harry’s well-soaped hand found David’s cock and lavishly lathered that too. So lavishly that David first groaned and then ejaculated heavily.

"Boy, you get quick action!" Harry roared. "Let’s see what quick action poppa gets." David grinned and lathered Harry, and after a few moments he too shot his load into the shower water.

"I can hear that you two are enjoying yourselves in there," came High Father’s voice from the other side of the bathroom door, "but you need to hurry it up. If I come in there, you’ll need to put your backsides under the water."

Harry winked at David and slapped his rump. "Out, out, out, little guy," he said, "or High Poppa will tan your tiny tush."

The boys finished up in the bathroom and went back to their bedroom to make the bed and get dressed. Both boys donned the traditional onepiece, but David noted that his was the customary gray, while Harry now wore the green that was traditionally reserved for Big Brothers.

"I’ve been promoted, son," Harry boasted, and he gave David a warm hug. David accepted the hug with some jealousy. Harry must have felt it, because he held David away from him and looked into his friend’s eyes. "Hey, you know what, Davie," Harry said. "I woke up with someone’s warm saliva on one of my chest nipples. Now whattdya make of that."

"Maybe your neck is double-jointed," David said sarcastically.

Harry grinned, that grin that always made David smile back. "I don’t know," Harry said in mock humor, "I think that a certain brown-eyed kid that I know was trying to do a little nursing on Daddy ‘s big nipple. Too bad daddy doesn’t have anything to nourish him with." Harry paused and grinned again, "At least not up there."

David turned red and hurriedly worked on getting the bed neat.

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They ate breakfast at the dining table, and High Father let them use the food unit to order whatever they wanted. Usually, when the breakfasted in the Dining Room of their wing, they had a limited variety.

High Father somehow looked even bigger in the morning than he had the night before. His massive chest, covered with a thick mat of grey hair, seemed to bulge forward when he sat down. All together, he looked like his title.

"David, you will be picked up by Big Brother Walsh and taken to your regular classes at school. I understand that you are engaged in a special writing competition, and I will want to hear what you produced when you come ‘home’ this afternoon.

‘Harry, you will remain with me, and I will give you your lessons right here. We will also be attending a meeting of Big Brothers in the conference room and then I will take you to my private exercise facility.

‘This evening, after you have both completed your school work, I will be showing you something that very few people - including Big Brothers and High Fathers - have seen."

David expected Harry to pummel High Father John with questions; Harry was never one to delay gratification, but to his surprise that didn’t happen. Harry was quieter at table with High Father than David had ever seen him.

Before they had quite finished their meal, Big Brother Walsh arrived to take David to school. David got up, but Harry took hold of his arm.

"Big Brother Walsh," Harry said, "I need to talk to Davie for just a minute before he goes."

"What? Why?" David said.

High Father John smiled, but said nothing.

Harry took David’s hand and lead him, through High Father’s bedoom, to their own room. Harry closed the door.

"Look, Davie," Harry said, placing his freckled hands on David’s shoulders, "we’re lucky, you and me. A High Father is interested in us and we’re being given special treatment. You’re a great student, better than me, but I want you to really do your best."

David wriggled and tried to nudge Harry’s hands off of his shoulders. "You don’t have to tell me that," David said irritably. "You’re the one that needs to take things more seriously."

"I am taking things seriously, Davie-boy," Harry said, without grinning. "I’m taking you seriously and you and me seriously. You have a lot of temperament, Davie, and it could get you in trouble. I know that I’m the one that generally starts something, but I’m worried about you. I saw your face when I got the green onepiece."

David shook Harry’s hands off his shoulders. "I have to go, and I don’t want you to lecture me, Harry. I really don’t!"

Harry grabbed David and spun him around, "See!" he said. "That’s what I mean. You’ve got temperament and it sometimes rules you."

Harry gripped David’s arms and pulled him up close. "I meant what I said last night, Davie, I’m responsible for you. You know how I feel about ya, but I swear to God, I’ll spank the tar out of you, if you let your temperament spoil things. I will Davie; I’ll wear you out."

Davie stared at Harry. Harry let go of his arms and hugged him close. One of Harry’s big freckled hands possessively, and none to gently, pat-patted David’s backside.

"All of this is mine, Davie-boy, and I’ll spank it when I think you need it. Now you go to school and make old Harry proud of you. Scoot!"

Harry spanked David’s bottom firmly enough to propel him out of the room.

David rubbed his backside and turned off his thoughts, to the extent that he was able, his thinking was all fucked up. Harry was changing and David didn’t know how he felt about it.

(to be continued)