Page 11 of H & G Restorations

Chapter

Ten

H ans knew he parked a bit wonky in the driveway that night. Gretel had ridden home with him and chattered the whole way to try to distract him. It hadn’t worked.

He walked into the house slowly, trying to drag it out, and ran to the bathroom to give himself a minute. When he came out of the toilet area, Magnus leaned against the vanity.

“Are you okay, Hans?” his Daddy asked.

“Yes. I’m really sorry,” he repeated.

“I know you are. Come on. Gretel’s waiting for you.”

He steered Hans down the hallway to the brightly lit kitchen. Hans swallowed hard at the sight of Gretel lying over the kitchen table, her jeans and panties removed. Staring at her small, rounded bottom, Hans felt bad that he’d made her wait.

“Let’s get you ready,” his Daddy suggested. He guided Hans to face him and quickly unfastened his jeans and pushed them and his boxer briefs to the floor.

Hans breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t smelly or covered with building materials. He wouldn’t knock Magnus over with his outdoor laborer scent. Dragging his thoughts away from his worries, he focused on his Daddy’s next directions.

“Step out of your things and take them to the laundry room.”

When Hans returned, he watched Gretel scoop her clothes off the floor and head for the laundry room. Not waiting for her, Hans quickly leaned over the table and waited for Gretel to join him. He whispered, “Sorry” and the sweet woman reached out her hand to take his. Hans squeezed her fingers.

“Gretel’s first tonight,” their Daddy reminded them as he unzipped the large black case containing two sets of matched metal plugs in a variety of thicknesses.

He set it down where they could both see it and selected two plugs.

The size Hans and Gretel were supposed to wear for the next three days and the one two steps larger. He set each one on the table.

Hans gritted his teeth. One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight… he tried to count backward in his brain to distract himself from the thought of that huge invader going inside him. It wasn’t working. He shifted on the table to allow his stiffening penis to adjust.

With a click, Hans heard the lid of the lubricant open.

He felt Gretel shift on the table and knew that their Daddy had spread her bottom to reveal the small opening hidden there.

His hand plucked the device from the table and Gretel bit her bottom lip as he slowly inserted it fully.

Her eyes closed and Hans knew their Daddy was adjusting it by moving the plug in and out until Gretel relaxed.

Soon, her body softened. The sound of the familiar pat on her bare bottom followed, letting her know she’d done a good job. Their Daddy always reassured them.

“Hans’s turn,” his Daddy announced.

He seemed to move in slow motion as Magnus parted his bottom. The lubricant dripped slowly onto his clenched ring of muscles, and Hans saw him reach for the plug. The first touch always felt so cold. He shivered on the table and Gretel squeezed his hand.

The plug didn’t seem so bad as it slid inside until the thick part stretched him.

Magnus never rushed or slowed down. He pressed the device steadily into place as Hans attempted to wiggle, but Magnus’ powerful hand over his tailbone held him in place.

He could feel it press directly against a super zingy spot inside him. Finally, it was in.

He slumped on the table only to rear his head up as his Daddy pulled it back out and started the process again. “It was good,” he protested.

“Daddy’s in charge, little boy. It needs to be better than good. It needs to be perfect. Scoot back a bit and boost your hips up. This larger plug needs more space,” Magnus suggested.

As Hans moved, Magnus lifted the hand, restraining him to the table to help him adjust. Hans breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure eased on his erection.

His teeth clacked together when that powerful hand wrapped around his shaft and squeezed just as his Daddy applied the plug again.

It took three tries for Magnus to be satisfied by the placement of the thick device.

Hans sweated as he tried to stop himself from exploding.

“Good job, little boy. Good job, Gretel. You can sit at your spot at the table and I’ll dish up dinner.”

Pushing himself up from the table, Hans sat on the towel placed on his chair to keep the lubricant from staining the fabric. “Two hours?” he asked his Daddy. That was usually all they had to wear the plug.

“Two hours, little boy.” Magnus reassured him with a kiss before moving to wash his hands.

It felt so naughty sitting half naked at the table.

Thank goodness the table in front of him covered his erection.

Each time he shifted, that plug in his bottom moved against his most sensitive spots.

All he could think of was sex with Magnus.

He was on a hair trigger. Hans pulled down the T-shirt he’d worn to work that still covered his upper half.

Hans looked over at Gretel when he felt her sock-covered foot brush over his calf.

“Are you okay?” she mouthed.

Hans leaned forward to whisper. “I may die.”

“Does it hurt?”

He paused and admitted, “No. It feels way too good.”

“Oh! That is a problem.”

“Don’t laugh,” Hans demanded, feeling so vulnerable.

“I wouldn’t laugh at you. Let’s change the subject. Did you talk to Daddy about the?—”

“About what?” Magnus asked, placing a large serving dish on the table between them.

“Maybe this isn’t the best time,” Hans suggested as his Daddy ladled a delicious smelling mixture of vegetables and shrimp onto his plate before adding a spoonful of rice in the middle.

“This is a perfect time. What’s up?”

“The job is wrapping up soon and we want to do something special for you,” Gretel explained as her Daddy served her as well.

“I think you’ve both done a lot for me already,” Magnus answered and filled his own plate.

“No. This is something different. Hans and I want to do something special for our Daddy in our new home,” Gretel explained.

“Tell me more.”

“That’s just it! We can’t. It would ruin the surprise,” Hans said quickly.

“A surprise, hmm?”

“Yes, Daddy. Could you help us by not going out into the backyard?” Gretel asked.

Magnus looked back and forth between his Littles with a thoughtful expression. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d trust more. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stay out of the backyard and you both stay away from the nursery.”

“That room off the main bedroom?” Gretel asked.

“That’s the one,” he answered with a smile.

“Deal!” Hans agreed immediately.

“Wait! What’s happening in the nursery?” Gretel asked curiously.

“What’s happening in the backyard?” Magnus flipped around the question.

“Deal,” Gretel agreed reluctantly, after thinking about it for a few seconds.

Hans knew her curiosity about the room was going to be a problem.

He quickly changed the subject to discuss the progress they’d made that day in the house.

Magnus was always excited to hear even the smallest improvement and Gretel always had something to ask her Daddy’s opinion on.

They chattered happily for the rest of the meal.

He knew he was quieter than usual but couldn’t do anything about that. The plug was driving him crazy, no matter how Hans tried to distract himself. Even the smallest movement jostled the large object inside him.

As normal after finishing the meal, they had to sit quietly as Magnus cleaned up the kitchen and made their lunches for the next day.

Hans folded his hands on top of the table to keep from touching himself.

His desire had skyrocketed throughout the meal.

His Daddy’s innocent touches had felt like lightning bolts on his skin that connected directly to his cock.

When Magnus folded the kitchen towel and placed it neatly on the rack, Hans knew he was finished in the kitchen.

Legs wobbly, Hans stood up without being asked and laid flat against the tabletop to have the plug removed.

When his Daddy smoothed a hand down his spine to cup one buttock, Hans held his breath.

“You did a good job taking this plug, little boy. I think you might be ready for me to make love to you,” Magnus suggested.

“Really?” Hans peeked over his shoulder to look at the large man behind him. He glanced at Gretel to make sure she was okay. Her hands were clasped between her breasts and she vibrated with excitement. “But what about Gretel?”

“There will be times that I have special time with each of you alone, but this is a time for us together.”

Magnus waited for each of them to nod their agreement.

Then he carefully removed their plugs and ushered them from the kitchen.

As they passed through the doorway into the hall, Magnus pulled Hans close for a kiss before sharing one with Gretel.

She looped her arms around Hans’s neck and rubbed her face under his jaw, planting sweet kisses on a path to the neck of his T-shirt.

Jumping back, she yanked the hem of her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the carpet before demanding Hans take his off, too. “You don’t need this!”

Hans cooperated eagerly and dropped his shirt a few steps further down the hall. Their socks soon littered the carpet as well. As they stepped into the bedroom, Hans nodded at Gretel and knew she understood. It was their Daddy’s turn.

“Hold it right there, littles. Daddy’s in charge. Go sit on the edge of the bed.”

Taking Gretel’s hand, Hans led her to the king-size bed and perched on the edge.

She squeezed his hand as Magnus pulled his shirt over his head and worked on removing his jeans.

With each handsome inch of their mesmerizing Daddy coming into view, Hans got a bit more nervous. What if he didn’t please his Daddy?

“Stop it,” Gretel hissed, obviously sensing the tension in his body.

“I can’t,” Hans whispered back.