Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2022 04:49:26 +0000 From: Art Subject: My Brother Tommy Owns Me C-2 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Emails answered at acgib1943@protonmail.com C-1 ending: He walked to his bed and sat. He pulled out his phone and pushed some buttons. Then he waited. I heard the ding of an incoming text. He nodded; a satisfied smile crossed his face. "I'll be back in a few, Beau. Relax." "Tommy, I need to pee." Tommy left the room. My mind filled with concern. The lack of information about his plans worried me. Tommy Owns Me C-2 My head turned as I examined my spread arms. The bonds were secure, but not uncomfortable. What was uncomfortable was my position. I was on my back, clad only in my boxers. My bulge had to be obvious. Not being able to adjust and hide it was embarrassing. Worse, I feared I might spring a boner and Tommy would see it. Plus, I needed to pee. I imagined scenarios where Tommy tickled me or smeared my chest or stomach with some sticky stuff. What else could he do" Whatever he did, if I sprung one, he might guess my attraction to him. My feelings for my brother had to remain well hidden. Why had I agreed to do this? I heard a knock at the front door. What was up with that? "Hey, guys. Come in." Tommy's voice was welcoming someone as if he were expecting whoever was at our entrance. My current situation was not appropriate for anyone other than Tommy. "Get rid of whoever that is." My mind pleaded. Voices drifted closer. Footsteps neared our room. "No! Stay away." My mind screamed. I struggled to look at the door. "He's in here." Who was Tommy talking to? I found out and oh, crap. Foster and Dillon. The Dryden twins. I helped coach their Bantam hockey team. I played as a Major Midget. The face heat I felt was from my embarrassment as these kids closed on my bed overwhelmed me. I felt so exposed as they stared at my almost naked body. "Wow coach. You are all tied. How did you get this way?" Foster giggled as stared at my bulge. His brother's mouth hung open. Tommy hung behind them, smiling. The traitor. Foster turned to his twin. "I like him like this instead of on the ice. Hey, Tommy. Can we play with his body?" "I'm not a toy." I growled. "I gotta pee." I looked pleadingly at Tommy. "Guys, go sit in the living room while I have a talk with Beau." The twins left. Tommy sat on the bed close to my hips. "Don't let him touch me." I fought my growing need to not be touched, while simultaneously I desired to feel Tommy's fingers stroking me. Tommy rested his hand on the top of my bare thigh. He stared at my face, then moved his gaze to my bulge. I swallowed. My mind kept chanting. "Don't. Don't stroke my leg." He stroked. My brother knew what he would do to me as he did this. His eyes and smirk gave him away. His fingertips grazed my inner thigh from the knee to the edge of my boxers. He watched my face as he did this. I bit my lip, willing Little Beau to behave. Of course, my traitorous little buddy had another idea. Tommy watched my rapidly tenting boxers. "Oh, someone is enjoying this." He grinned and moved his finger under the leg of my shorts to touch my rapidly hardening boner. "Tommy, stop. I gotta pee." Aww. When you are tied, you can't go to the toilet. Maybe I could put a diaper on you like a little boy." "Please, Tommy. Not a diaper. That was not part of our bet." I did not want Foster and Dillon to see their coach helper wearing a diaper. What if they told the team? "Maybe I'll give you a break. If you can pee in a milk container, no diaper. He pulled his finger off my cock. I breathed a sigh as he walked to our closet and pulled out a gallon milk container. "I prepared, as you see. Twist your body so I can get your cock in the opening." He had to help me turn. Holding the container against my hard cock, he guided it inside the jug. "Pee." This was a command. I pushed my bladder. Nothing happened. "Pee or I'll take this off you and put you in a diaper." "Where did you get a diaper?" He did not answer me, only held my cock. His finger stroked the top. "Relax. I'm trying to loosen you up so you can pee." A trickle started followed by a stream that filled the jug part-ways. My flow stopped. Tommy removed the jug and looked at my cock, no longer stiff. "Here's the deal. I get to do what I want to you for the weekend. We bet and shook on it. You belong to me and whoever I choose." My eyes must have shown my fright. "Have you heard of bondage and domination?" He asked. "No." "Bondage is where you are now. Tied up and helpless. You rely on me to keep you safe. I am in control. I dominate you." "I don't know. Sounds weird. How do you know about this?" "I watched it online with Foster and Dillon. It's like a game. I control you. Yet, I keep you safe. I can do anything I want to you as long as I don't hurt you physically or mentally." "What would you do?" "You not knowing is part of me being in control." "Would this be just me and you?" "Probably not." "Who would be the others?" Again, he ignored me. "How long do I have to obey you?" "Until I say you are done or you use a safe word." He saw my quizzical expression. "All bondage boys need a safe word. If you want this to stop, you say your safe word. All behavior stops immediately and I release you." "Immediately, no matter where we are or what is happening?" "You have my word as your brother." "What word should I choose?" "How about mathematics? No one would blurt that out inadvertently." "You stop when I say mathematics?" Tommy nodded. "Let's kiss on it." Tommy's eyes widened. He stared at my mouth. He only said. "Thank you." He lowered his lips to mine. Both hands went to my cheeks. Tommy's tongue found my lips. As he licked the surface, I opened more. He slipped his tongue against my teeth. My tongue touched his. This was beyond anything we had experienced as brothers. He moaned. I felt myself harden, again. Tommy backed off. His palms remained on my cheeks. His eyes bore into mine. "We're brothers Beau. I know you have a love for me that goes beyond brotherly love. I feel the same. Whatever we experience this weekend will cement our relationship forever." Tommy loved me. In that moment, I gave myself to him, knowing I would let him do anything to me that would cement our relationship. "Why are you crying, Beau?" "I am so happy. We have our entire lives to explore these wonderful feelings." "Okay Beau. Remember the safe word. Your torture starts when the twins return." He kissed my forehead and left. I did not care what he did to me. I was in love with my brother. He led Foster and Dillon into the room. The smile on my face evaporated at what Dillon said as he stared at my body. His eyes bore at me as he licked his lips, his eyes on my boner. "I think Beau is overdressed." Dillon said. Foster said. "Those boxers need to go." He grabbed them and ripped. They parted. My boner was on full display and everyone stared. Even Tommy gasped. "Beau." He said no more. His eyes swept my body. "He's perfect. Look at his body. He's ours." That was Dillon. I heard what Dillon said. I did not feel afraid because Tommy had promised to keep me safe. If I described my feelings then, I'd have to say I was anxious and embarrassed. Embarrassed, my private parts were on display for my brother and the twins. Anxious because I was sure they would do stuff that would reveal that side of me I kept hidden. My hazy eyes saw the twins and Tommy stripping. Then they were naked next to my bed. Foster and Dillon were identical twins, identical in every way. They were hard without pubic hair. Tommy had a slight growth. Foster reached to touch my pubic hair. He twirled it in a knot. His wrist brushed my boner. I gave a moan. I loved how that felt. "Beau has too many pubes." Dillon said. "Let's take `em off." Foster said. "Yeah. Sounds good, man. Ready to look like a kid again, Beau?" Tommy said. "Make him look like us." Dillon added. Tommy left and reappeared with our father's shave gear and scissors. "Say good-by to your hair, bro." I shook my head, trying to tell Tommy, "No." "You know what you need to say, and this stops." "Just do it." I gave in. Tommy went to work and made quick work with the scissors. "Hold him, Foster. Keep his boner out of the way while I shave him." Foster's hand on me felt arousing. He rubbed my tip as Tommy shaved away the evidence of my growth into manhood. I felt the tingles beginning as Tommy finished his task. Foster's rubbing was turning me on. Dillon said. "Look at Owen. He's thrusting. He's so turned on. Jack him, bro." I gave in to the pleasures Foster's hand was creating in me. I was close. I moaned and thrust my hips. Tommy's hand joined Foster's just as I felt my flow begin. I moaned. Never had I felt this good from an orgasm. I felt my eyelids flutter and my mouth go slack. "Wow. That was intense." Dillon said. "Let's do him again. Make him sperm a second time." Dillon took his turn and stroked me. He concentrated on my tip, still covered with my fluids. "It tickles. Stop" I twisted helplessly, trying to escape the feelings his hand was producing in me. Dillon grinned as he twisted his hand around my still hard shaft. Tommy squeezed some baby oil on my tip. "Rub this on him." Dillon rubbed oil on my shaft. That felt better. Foster began sucking on my left nipple. Tommy went to work licking my right nipple. I felt my thrusting motions resume. Dillon knew what he was doing with that hand of his. He alternated between rubbing up and down my length to twisting his hand using various pressures, to rubbing his open palm on my tip. His other hand pressed where my hair had been. My head rolled; my mouth went slack. I felt about to produce my second release. I was so close. "Dillon, Stop. Don't let him sperm. I have more planned." Tommy directed. Dillon released me. The three boys stood staring at me. I was so turned on; I did not care that they saw me humping the air and moaning. I knew my boner was throbbing on display for them. I no longer cared. Let them look. Just let me sperm. They were grinning as they stared at me. All of them rubbed themselves, making sure I got a good view. "Guys. One more time. I gotta sperm. Please." "You look turned on, bro. Like, really turned on. " "I am, Tommy. Please let me sperm." Instead of answering, he nodded at the twins. They followed him out. "Get back here, guys. I begged, almost in tears. I was so close to my second orgasm." ***** So ends Chapter Two. I answer emails at acgib1943@protonmail.com Of course, NIFTY is worth a donation if you can give.