Carl & Kevin: Doreen's Revenge

The first thing Doreen saw when she stormed past Florence into the living room where her friend -- supposed friend - had just had both Carl and Kevin inside her at the same time was Carl lying back on the sofa where it had all happened. He had a look that was half blissful from the experience, have concerned about the confrontation to come. His penis was still hard and coated with his own sperm, some of Kevin's and the juice of Florence. Doreen was livid.

Not only had Florence stolen and used young men that by rights belonged to her -- Doreen had found them, trained them, milked them, shared them -- but she had taken them both inside her at the same time and that was a pleasure Doreen was saving for herself. She wanted to be the first to have them both. She didn't know how she knew Florence had stolen that experience from her, but she knew.

'Am I right in thinking you have had these two young men inside you?' she barked at Florence, who had tailed her in.

'Yes, you are!' replied Florence, defiantly. 'And it was beautiful!'

'At the same time?'

'As it happens, yes. At the same time. After you treated Carl...'

'I don't want to hear it from you,' snapped Doreen, cutting her off. Yes, she had punished Carl at the exhibition, but he was hers to punish. 'Now, Carl, Kevin... go and get in my car outside and I will be out directly.'

Kevin took off the dressing gown he was wearing, not wishing to steal it from Florence, and the two young men walked naked and stinking of sex to the door then out to Doreen's car, where they both got in the back seat, not exchanging a word between them. They never knew what Doreen had said to Florence -- or whether it had gone beyond talking -- but they watched her stomp out of Florence's house, get into the car and drive off furious with them, naked and shivering, in the back seat.

When they got back to her house, she ordered them out of the car and they stood on the step outside, trying to cover themselves as she fumbled for her key. Once inside, she ordered them to go up and shower and come back down wearing just their briefs.

They did as they were told -- they always did as they were told -- and in a few minutes, not having exchanged a single word, just guilty looks, came back down to find Doreen sitting in her chair, clearly burning with anger. They stood before her, hands behind their backs as was the rule in this house and waited.

'I'm very disappointed in both of you,' she said in a voice that was low and felt even more dangerous than if she had been shouting.

'Sorry, Miss, it's just that...' Carl started.

'I don't want to hear it,' snapped Doreen.

'No, Miss,' said Carl, his eyes to the floor as she looked his perfect shaved body up and down, from his beautiful feet to his blond hair, stopping at the penis, which for once was not stretching out the fabric of the briefs, as if it was cowering with fear.

'You are both my responsibility and will do only what I tell you,' she continued. 'Is that clear?'

'Yes, Miss,' they said in unison, both sets of eyes gazing down to the old-lady carpet at Doreen's feet.

'Look at me when I'm speaking to you!' she barked and both young men raised their heads to see her staring at them. She knew what she was doing. She knew that if they saw her appraising their bodies, looking at their bulges in the thin fabric of the briefs, she would get a reaction. And she did. Within moments she could see both young penises thickening and stiffening in the underwear, excited by the attention she was giving them.

She continued to berate them, telling them they had no right to leave her at an event as they had, no right to allow another woman to take control of them unless she was there to supervise or had given express permission and absolutely no right to do what they had done with Florence when they had not done it with her first. They nodded, and said, 'Yes, Miss,' all the time their penises hardening under her gaze until they were stretching the fabric and threatening to breach the waistbands.

She sat and enjoyed the view. She wanted to reach out and touch those beautiful penises in the skimpy briefs, but she knew that they wanted her to even more. And so, she restrained herself, knowing that they were desperate for her to reach forward and grip them, burning for the feel of her hand on them. She knew that NOT touching them was the worst punishment she could come up with. And so, she put her hands in her lap, continued looking at the young penises and eventually said, 'I think it's time for a total reset, don't you?'

'Yes, Miss,' they said, not really knowing what she meant.

'Carl, what was the first thing that happened when you came here?'

Carl thought back to that first day when Doreen had laid down the rules, stripped him and shaved him.

'Rules?' he offered.

'After that.'

'Erm, shaving me?'

'Yes, so tomorrow, first thing, we are going to shave Kevin, who has been allowed to grow wild for too long. Understood?'

'Yes, Miss,' said Kevin, who wasn't at all keen on the idea of being shaved.

'And what was the first event that happened when you moved here, Carl?' continued Doreen.

'Erm...'

'Enough with the "erm". Answer the question properly.'

'Yes, Miss. The coffee morning with your friends, Miss.'

'Exactly, the coffee morning where you were first presented. Well, we are going to have a new coffee morning with both of you to make that reset complete. Do I make myself clear?'

'Yes, Miss. Completely clear,' said Carl.

'Kevin.'

Kevin had been thinking of the promised shaving and forgot to answer. 'Yes, Miss,' he added. 'Completely.'

'Now, go. Get out of my sight. I'll deal with you tomorrow. Kevin, you'll be sleeping in Carl's bed with him, and I don't want to hear a sound from that room.'

The young men went forlornly up the stairs of Doreen's house, took turns brushing their teeth in the bathroom, then took off the briefs and got naked and silent into the bed, which, with them both being tall and muscular, was barely big enough for both of them.

Both had raging hard-ons and were desperate for the relief they had imagined Doreen was going to give them before she sent them to bed. Both knew it was forbidden to masturbate without Doreen's permission and supervision and neither dared to touch their penises. Kevin thought that maybe if they wanked each other, as they had under Florence's orders, it would be a loophole: they hadn't touched their own penises, which was forbidden, they had touched each other's. But Doreen would know. She would see the sperm stains the next morning.

Carl did have a thought that if he ate his own sperm, or if they ate each other's, maybe Doreen would never know they had ejaculated. But she would smell the stale sperm on their penises the next morning and there would be trouble.

And so, they tried to sleep. Occasionally lying face down on the bed and grinding those unbearably hard penises into the mattress, afraid that they would cum or at least leave precum stains on the sheets, which would provoke Doreen the next morning. Occasionally, their bodies would touch -- back-to-back their bottoms would collide or sometimes on their sides, one boy's penis would touch the other's backside -- and they would shift in the bed to avoid accidents, both having fitful sexual dreams.

Carl kept dreaming that he was in quicksand and was trying to prevent himself from sinking while all around him people were touching him, licking him, sucking him, but not helping him. Kevin's dreams centred around being tied down and shaved from his head to his feet. Despite dreading the shaving, the dream was an erotic one and kept him hard through the night.

When morning finally came, Doreen came into their room, watched the sleeping young men under their duvet, then pulled the covering off abruptly to see both of them, penises still hard and sticky from a tortured night. Normally, she would take those penises in her hand, in her mouth, even if she had a milking scheduled. But not today. She would let them suffer. Make them desperate.

'Up you get!' she barked as the two young men emerged from sleep. 'We have a big day and I need you both to get showered immediately. Up, up, up. Carl, you go first.'

Carl pulled himself, still sleepy, from the bed, and, with his penis standing straight up against his belly, made his way to the shower. Turning the water on, he soaped his body and cleaned himself thoroughly, knowing that Doreen would be unforgiving in her inspection of him. As he finished, she came in to examine his body for sprouting hairs. With the razor in her hand, she pecked at his groin and, turning him round and bending him over, a couple of times at the space between his buttocks, desperate to touch that pink little hole, but restraining herself.

'Good,' she said, finally. 'You'll do.'

Moving back into the bedroom, having dried off, Carl saw Kevin stripping the duvet off the bed and lying back on it, obviously according to Doreen's instructions.

'Now, we're not going to completely shave you, Kevin,' said Doreen, to Kevin's relief. He had had hair since around the age of 15 and he liked it. It made him feel masculine to have hair on his chest and legs and a bit on his belly. He even liked that his pubic hair was quite bushy, in contrast to Carl, who was completely smooth.

'But we are going to tidy you up. I sometimes feel I can barely see your anus through that thick hair, while your balls are hard to lick with all that fuzz on them.'

'Yes, Miss,' said Kevin, blushing. 'Sorry, Miss.'

'Carl, go into the bathroom and bring a bowl of warm water, a towel, the shaving foam and a new razor,' ordered Doreen, standing over the naked Kevin splayed out on the bed. 'Let's get this done.'

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl, moving to the bathroom, still naked himself. While he was gone, Doreen stared down at Kevin, which couldn't help but stir his penis. She looked at his testicles, told him to open her legs so she could see his taint, her finger to her mouth, clearly wondering how to go about this. It was a beautiful sight, this masculine 19-year-old man laid out before her, his penis just starting to come to life under her gaze as Carl returned with the bowl, razor and foam.

'Let's start with the testicles,' said Doreen. 'Carl, get some foam in your hand...'

'Why?' thought Carl, who was expecting to stand and watch his friend shaved at the hand of Doreen. But he did as he was told.

'Now, Kevin, open your legs wide. And Carl, cover Kevin's testicles with the foam...'

Both young men stole a glance at each other and began to blush furiously as Doreen watched on, smirking. Carl hesitated.

'Get on with it, Carl,' barked Doreen. 'We haven't got all day.'

'Yes, Miss,' mumbled Carl, filling his palm up with foam from the aerosol. 'No, Miss. We haven't got all day...' He was jabbering with nerves as he approached the bed.

Kevin had closed his eyes, but he felt the weight of Carl sink the mattress as he joined him on the bed, then he felt the cold of the foam on his testicles and his friend's fingers as he tried to cover the whole scrotum.

'You missed a bit,' said Doreen, sternly, and Kevin felt Carl's fingers again smooth the foam over him.

'Now, Carl, you've seen me do this to you a million times,' said Doreen.

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl, who was wiping his hands clean of foam on the towel.

'You stretch the skin of the scrotum over each individual testicle, so that you have something solid, and gently shave the hair. Keep re-stretching so you get everything... And Kevin, open your eyes so you can see what Carl is doing.'

'Yes, Miss,' they both said and Kevin watched as Carl took the razor and started to do as Doreen had instructed, taking the skin of Kevin's scrotum and gently running the razor over his testicles, dipping it in and out of the water, which was filling up with coarse black fuzz, as he focussed on getting every single hair as he knew Doreen would be inspecting his work.

Despite himself, Kevin couldn't help but be aroused by the contact between the skin of his scrotum and his friend's fingers and his penis grew quickly until it was fully erect, which made shaving the skin at the base of it easier for Carl, who stretched it horizontally to remove the hairs at the point where the underside of Kevin's penis met the scrotum. Carl's penis stiffened almost in sympathy with Kevin's, under the watchful gaze of Doreen.

'You have done a decent job, Carl,' Doreen admitted after a few minutes of this. She reached forward and ran her fingers over the testicles, pushing them this way and that to check for hairs that had escaped the razor. 'There's one there...' she said, indicating with her finger, at which Carl re-dipped and removed the offending hair. 'And there...'

Eventually, she was satisfied that Kevin's testicles were completely smooth. 'There,' she said, mainly to Kevin, 'isn't that much better?'

'Yes, Miss,' said Kevin, though he wasn't sure. He'd not seen his testicles bare of hair like this for quite some years and it looked strange to him. He didn't dare reach down and feel them.

'Now, we need to do your taint...'

Kevin looked bemused.

'The part of your body that runs between the back of your scrotum and your anus. Your underneath... And to get to that, you're going to have to raise your legs. Put your hands behind your knees and open your legs so that Carl can get to it.'

Kevin did as he was told, revealing the hardened ridge running underneath him as his hard penis reached up on his curled body almost to his chest. Carl put more shaving foam on his hand and applied it to that area, making sure he covered it all so as not to be criticised by Doreen.

'Good boy, Carl. This bit is going to be easier as you won't have to stretch the skin. It's already tight on Kevin's hard taint...'

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl, massaging the foam then taking his razor and starting to gently remove it along with Kevin's black hairs. The feeling of Carl's hands on him like this and the scrutiny Doreen was giving this most intimate part of him made Kevin if anything even harder, so his penis was standing up away from him as he laid back, burning with embarrassment. Carl's penis responded and also hardened even further.

When he had finished, he looked up at Doreen to review his handiwork. She leaned forward and ran her finger along the newly shaved taint, especially along the line that she loved so much, nodding appreciatively.

'Yes, that feels so much better. Don't you think Carl?'

'Yes, Miss.'

'Well, feel it. Don't just "Yes, Miss" me..."

Carl reached out and felt the soft skin underneath Kevin's now smooth balls as instructed. 'Yes, Miss,' he repeated. 'That does feel nice.'

'Good. Now all we have to do is get that hole cleared of hair. Lift up further, Kevin,' she said. 'Carl needs to get right in there. In fact, why don't we have you on all fours. It might make it easier.'

Kevin rolled over and got up onto all fours.

'Arch your back so your buttocks spread,' ordered Doreen. Kevin did as he was told and opened up.

'I think I'm going to have to help you here, Carl,' she went on, standing over Kevin and pulling his buttocks apart with her hands. The next thing Kevin felt, as he blushed furiously, looking down at the bed, was Carl's hands smoothing the shaving foam between the cheeks of his backside.

'Get right in there, Carl,' said Doreen. 'We don't want to miss anything.' At which Carl took some foam on his finger and rubbed it right on Kevin's pink anus. Then Kevin felt the light scratching of the razor on this most intimate, most vulnerable skin and the breath of Doreen as she got right in there to make sure the job was being done properly, pulling the cheeks even further apart until Kevin's hole was clearly visible.

'Good boy, Carl,' said Doreen, still holding the muscular buttocks apart to examine the anus. 'So much better. Now we can see what we're dealing with. Now, Carl, get some of that lotion...'

Carl picked up a bottle of lotion from the nightstand, and, to his relief, Doreen held her hand out for it. She put some of the lotion into the palm of her left hand and then dipped the fingers of her right hand into it and began to smear it around Kevin's anus, occasionally allowing a finger to slip just a fraction of the way in. Then he felt her hands rubbing the lotion into his taint, which made his penis and anus start to twitch in harmony, much to Doreen's delight. And then she dabbed again and rubbed the lotion into the freshly shaved testicles. Kevin was desperate for her to grab his penis, to give him some relief, but she studiously avoided it, concentrating only on the three shaven areas.

'Good,' she said eventually. 'Now, sit on the edge of the bed...' Kevin complied. 'I'm not going to shave your pubic hair because that would look strange on a man with hair on his belly, but I am going to trim it. Carl, pass me those scissors...'

Carl took a short pair of scissors from the nightstand and handed them to Doreen, who, putting on her glasses, knelt between Kevin's thighs and started to nip at his thick, black pubic hair. As his penis was hard and standing up, she gripped it by the base -- eliciting a groan from Kevin who had needed this, her hand on his cock, since last night -- and pulled it towards her so she could get access to the pubes.

She was trying not to make this sexual but having the throbbing penis of a young man in her hand with another hardened penis -- Carl's -- just inches from her face as he watched her trim the pubic hair of his friend was difficult to ignore. Especially as she knew they were dying for her to squeeze them, stroke them, lick them, suck them.

But she denied herself. And she denied them. 'I'll show them,' she thought, knowing that not touching them was the worst thing she could do. 'Besides,' she thought, 'it'll make them all the hornier at the coffee morning...'