Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2011 10:10:12 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION  Chapter 10   by Donny Mumford

		   BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION

				Chapter 10

			     by Donny Mumford

Diminutive Ben, I don't know his last name, just ordered me to sit in the
back seat; he wants to drive my mom's car.  From what Mikey tells me Ben
turned sixteen just two months ago, and passed a test for his drivers
license a week ago. News flash: he's not a good driver!  Not that I'm
about to open my mouth and mention that fact to Ben, he's already proven
to be too dominate for me to handle. It's soon apparent that he's main
problem  driving is he's not effectively anticipating his stops at red
lights and stop signs, and such; every stop is abrupt, and every take off
is a tire-squealing, jackrabbit start.  Even though Mikey is wearing his
seat belt he still puts both hands on the dashboard with every stop, and
holds on to the door handle at every take off; not that he'll open his
mouth to mention Ben's erratic driving either. Around Ben my brother acts
more like the Mikey I'm familiar with prior to Brett giving him the power
to conduct my boy-toy training at home. The Mikey I knew for most of my
life was shy and afraid of his own shadow; not now though, now he
dominates my ass as much as Brett and Junior do, and I like it! That
being said, Mikey's definitely submissive to Ben, and he's admitted they
do some gay experimental sex together too, so he's the submissive sex
partner to Ben's dominant one.  Who knows, maybe Mikey's submissive in
other aspects of their relationship as well. My little brother surprised
me earlier in the summer admitting he's been messing around with a
friend, and now I'm meeting the so-called friend. I had no way of knowing
the dynamics of the relationship with said 'friend', but after the way
Mikey's been treating me I'm wicked surprised to find out he's the sub.
 Oh, and by the way, according to Mikey both he and Ben are ultra
straight, as I said before... they're allegedly just experimenting for
the hell of it.  Riiiight! They're no straighter than Junior and Brett.
 I'm the only straight one in the group, and if I hadn't been brain
washed or hypnotized, or something like that, I'd be repulsed by the
things I'm made to do.  As it is, I can't get enough of them, and now
here's this Ben character who's intriguing the hell out of me. He's not
cute like Brett and Mikey, and barely five feet tall, but does he ever
have an air of authority about him! Oh my god, right from the start he
assumed he's in charge of me, and I'm six years older and a foot
taller... the kid's got a set of balls on him, that's for sure! Should be
interesting.

There's no talking in the car as Ben puts our lives, as well as
strangers' lives in the cars around us in danger with his terrible
driving; it gives me time to speculate. When Mikey told me about the
so-called 'messing-around' with a friend I had no idea it was a sub/dom
thing, bit thought maybe it might be a BDSM thing because I think he
mentioned tying each other up. Those kinds of things used to be out of my
range of experience. I assumed Ben and Mikey were just two teens into
each other, maybe exchanging blow jobs or something, but the truth
appears to be much more complex. Obviously Ben controls Mikey, so I'm
wondering why Mikey wanted me to witness his possible humiliation?  The
answer is: he wouldn't!  Ben must have bullied his way into taking part
in my training, but how the hell did a kid so small and unattractive gain
the confidence and know-how to dominate others? I'm shaking my head
'cause I got no idea how that happens.  It's kind of titillating to
imagine Mikey getting some of his own medicine though. Maybe that's Ben's
plan: humiliate his submissive playmate by dominating Mikey in front of
me... wouldn't that be ironic?! My attention snaps back to Ben's driving
when he bumps over the curb, missing the entrance to a Seven/Eleven store
by a cunt hair, then parks at an angle taking up two spaces. The car
coming to an abrupt stop with Ben fumbling in his pocket for some money;
he turns around handing me a five dollar bill, saying, "Get me a pack of
menthol cigarettes, Salems if they have 'em." I don't hesitate  or object
because his personality is so forceful; I find myself out of the car
before even considering that I've just been sent on a errant by a kid six
years younger than me, who I just met ten minutes ago... what the fuck?
Inside I realize he only gave me five bucks and cigarettes are
seven-fifty a pack in here.  What the fuck, indeed! I'm too smart to take
a chance on disturbing Ben this early on so I'll just put in the extra
money and forget about it; which is what I do. Back in the car I'm
holding the pack of cigarettes out to Ben but he ignores them, telling me
instead, "Open them and light one for me, that'll be one of your
responsibilities.  And, don't fucking lip the filter!" I'm fumbling with
the pack's cellophane when Mikey says, "Ah... um, Ben?"... like a
question. Annoyed, Ben goes, "What now?" and Mikey says, "Um, I kinda
told Brian he's not allowed to smoke, and this kinda..." and his voice
drifts off. I can see Ben's reflection in the rear view mirror, he's
making a face, like, "Don't bother me with wimpy shit like that, ya
nerd!" He says to me, over his shoulder, "Do what I told ya!" and I did,
taking a long first drag, then passing the cigarette to Ben. Mikey's
looking at his lap, licking his bottom lip.  Hmmm, interesting!

I'm gonna get yelled at by mom the next time she uses the car because
smoking in the car is a no-no, and Ben's not only smoking in here, he
won't even open a window; he's got the air conditioner going and when
cigarette smoke gets in there, it's in there for good.  Shit!  Not that
I'm saying anything to Ben about it. He's got long blond hair tied back
in a ponytail that reaches halfway down his back, and it's not a clean
ponytail; there's no mistaking the dirty-hair smell. Narrow shoulders,
and a face like a bat, all his facial features seem to come to a point.
 I wonder what attracted Mickey to this bat-faced boy in the first place.
Blowing out a long exhale of cigarette smoke, Ben asks Mikey, "Why didn't
ya tell me your dufus brother suffers from alopecia areata?"  Mikey's
acting like a mouse now, he squeaks out, "What's that, Ben?  That alpeaka
thing you just said..." Ben doesn't even look over, just backhands Mikey
across the face and keeps on driving, saying, "Don't be stupid, Mikey! I
can't stand stupid!" Mikey whines, "Ben, don't." Ben, still keeping his
eys on the road, squeezes Mikey's shoulder, and explains, "Penis-head in
the back seat is missing something, what is it?" Mikey looks back at me
and I point to my head, he goes, "Oooh, yeah..." then he says to Ben,
"His hair, but it's not that word you said, I had the dog groomer shave
him and use Nair all over him."  Ben puffs on his cigarette excitedly,
then exclaims, "Oh yeah, that's right, you did tell me you were gonna do
that... heh heh, that gives me a boner." And he holds his fist in Mikey's
general direction so Mikey can bump fists. I'm disgusted, wondering
sarcastically, "Is there anyone left in the world who doesn't know about
my humiliations?!"  Mikey feels better now, and laughs along with Ben,
who blows out more cigarette smoke, and says, "I sprung a boner, and it's
a boner you're gonna suck when we get to your apartment. Right, Mikey?"
Real low, Mikey says, "Oh, sure, Ben... first thing, like always." Ben
mutters, "Fucking A, first thing!" and he gropes his crotch. Mikey
mentioned something about Ben being endowed like Brett, but come on, this
kid couldn't weight a hundred pound!  No way can he have a penis the size
of Brett's. In the apartment complex's  parking lot Ben misses two cars
by a combined half an inch and, with horns blaring at him in the
distance, he hits, bumper to bumper, with a parked pickup truck while
backing into a parking spot, muttering, "Assholes and their pickups!".
 Mikey sneaks a worried look back at me, and I get this unexpected urge
to kiss him... the feeling comes over me so strongly, and it's odd
because he can be so mean to me, but yet I think he's awesome.  I wonder
if my opinion that he's awesome is gonna be changing when I see how he
reacts around Ben.  But wait a second, I already know Mikey's a wimp
around Brett, and that doesn't bother me particularly. Actually, I
wouldn't mind seeing Mikey squirm a little; hell, I'm only human... hee
hee. Then it's, "Fuck! We didn't get the pizza," from Ben, as he backs up
clipping the car next to us without doing noticeable damage, and off we
go to our next stop, PIZZA HEAVEN, where Ben sends me in for a large
pizza, extra cheese.  Damn, I'll go broke if I spend much time with Ben.
As I'm waiting for the pizza to bake Mikey comes in and whispers, "Ben
wants to see ya," so I do an exaggerated exhale, like, "This sucks!"  and
then jog out to the car.  Ben's like, "Light me a smoke, and then get a
six pack of cokes to go with the pizza," just like that. I'm losing my
excitement about Ben by the second, but say, "Yes, sir," anyway, because
it comes naturally to me now. I light a Salem cigarette for bossy Ben,
then hustle back into the pizza shop to get the cokes and wait for the
pizza. Ten minutes later, with the pizza and the cokes, we're all in the
car heading home again with Ben's second hand cigarette smoke burning my
eyes.

A miracle, Ben parks the car safely in the apartment parking lot!  We
pile out of the car with me carry everything, naturally. Walking toward
the main entrance Ben snaps his fingers at me, saying, "Baldy, light me a
smoke!" so I hand the food to Mikey and fumble the pack out of my side
pocket, light it up, taking a much deeper inhale than the first three
times I did it and now I'm feeling dizzy 'cause it's been almost two
weeks since my last real cigarette. By the way, menthol cigarettes are
horrible! Ben's holding his hand out as he walks so even though I'm dizzy
I trot to catch up to Ben and insert the cigarette between his index and
middle finger.  No 'thank you' from Ben, but no complaints either so
maybe I'm off to a good start. Ben continues smoking the cigarette right
into our apartment and mom's gonna be pissed at that too, but neither me
nor Mikey have the balls to mention the 'no-smoking-in-the-house' rule to
Ben.

Twenty minutes later it becomes obvious Ben's been here before, done with
our pizza dinner, Ben orders me to clean up the plates and stuff, then he
leads me and my brother right into our bedroom where he steps into the
little bathroom holding his hand palm-out indicating we're to wait here
for him.  I hear him pissing in the toilet water, which reminds me I need
to pee too. Should I ask permission or just assume I'm allowed. Best not
to assume anything so I step close to the bathroom door, and ask, "Okay
if I go next, Ben?" he calls back, in this rotine voice, "No, I'll tell
you when you two can use the bathroom.  Get back with your little brother
and keep your trap shut!" My dick moves in my pants... wow, he's right up
there with the best if them, but why am I doing what Ben tells me to do?
 He doesn't have anything on me, except maybe Mikey made a deal with him,
and maybe Brett's overseeing this portion of my training too.  Oh fuck!
 Maybe I like it a little bit too much as well; whatever, I scurry back
to Mikey before Ben finishes. Mikey and me are standing there side by
side, sorta waiting for orders from this little, skinny, unattractive
tyrant. Ben walks from the bathroom real casual like; he's not like Brett
and Junior who are always uptight.  Ben's more like, "I know I'm the
alpha dog here, and I know these too mongrel mutts are pussies, so why
stress?"  He's ultra relaxed when he turns around, and says, "Both of you
O'Rielly boys, on your knees," and he pointing down, "Right here, close
to each other.  Come on, make it snappy." Mikey and me exchange a quick
glance and then immediately get down on our knees.  It feels good obeying
orders and I get into a stiff 'at attention' position on my knees; I
sense Mikey's doing the same. While Ben's casually pulling his pants
down, he says to me, "You look like a worm, a big worm," I don't know
what to say to that so I avert my eyes, and mumble, "Yes, sir." Ben drops
his cargo shorts leaving his underwear on as he laughs, then says, "Jesus
Christ! You're a bigger pussy than your brother!" and he gets my
brother's chin between his thumb and forefinger, asking, "Aren't you a
pussy, Mikey?"  Mikey goes, "Ah, come on, Ben... don't be like that," and
Ben says, "You're so cute!" and he leans down to kiss my brother's lips,
then the two of them begin making out with lots of tongue action and spit
swapping.  It reminds me of the way Brett makes out with me, and so my
cock starts moving away from my body, firming up.  I wonder if Mikey's
dick is firming up as well.


Ben breaks off the kissing after maybe a minute, leaving Mikey, his eyes
closed, still moving lips, and stretching his neck towards Ben, who
mutters, "That's enough, Mikey... you never get enough." He pulls down
his boxer shorts now and steps out of them, then says, "Now, you two
losers, listen up" do not eat this fucking cock of mine, just suck on
it!" Now he's holding out an enormous penis, larger than Brett's. Mikey
opens right up and in it goes, lots of wet slurping sounds follow. Ben
rubs both his hands over Mikey's head, murmuring, "That's my boy, suck my
cock good..." So, there is affection between them, it's just that Ben
runs the show. I'm openly gawking at my brother doing his cocksucking act
as Ben pays me no mind; he's watching Mikey's mouth as he humps his hips
driving his ever hardening cock in and out of my little brother's mouth.
His cock is soon shiny wet with saliva and he begins driving it into
Mikey's mouth further and further with each penetration. Then, there it
is... a big bulge in Mikey's throat as Ben's boner slides down past the
gag reflect... then up, then down further this time, all the way to
Mikey's small Adams apple... then slowly up and out of Mikey's mouth. The
huge boner is dripping with spit, a string of precum extending from the
pee slit to Mikey's lips. Ben reaches over and pinches my nose, saying,
"It's your turn now, worm... suck my big salami!," and he breaks the
precum string swinging his boner in my direction, smacking my face with
it in the process, leaving a wet streak across my cheek. I open right up,
thinking, "Man, I've been trained good 'cause I can't help myself... even
with this bat-face boy I wanna make Brett proud of me by being the best
submissive ever!" My eyes glance to Mikey who's licking the precum string
from Ben's cock off his chin.  His face is flush as he pulls at his
crotch.

It's cool sucking a cock this big, especially one that's come directly
from my little brother's mouth; it's like we're working together, helping
each other out... a tag team. Mikey put a lot of saliva on this big penis
and I slurp it all off before taking that big hunk of meat into my
throat. Ben doesn't rub my bald head, instead he's got a hand on each of
my shoulders, near my neck, holding me stead and making quiet, "Mmmm,"
sounds as he pumps my throat. Before long I realized I'm stroking my own
boner... jeez, this is hot! A few minutes later I'm doing that same thing
Mikey did; I'm leaning my head in the direction of Ben's boner as he
withdraws it from my throat and mouth, saying, "That'll give you a taste
as a motivation for you both to please me.  For now though, I want to see
you two get into some heavy petting; get familiar 'cause we're gonna be
doing intimate stuff in coming weeks... and that's in addition to my fav'
BDSM games." Mikey and me hesitate until Ben slaps Mikey's face, and
quietly says, "You know what happens if you're a naughty boy and disobey
me, right?" Mikey nods his head submissively as his arms hastily go
around my neck and he begins kissing my mouth.  "Let's see some passion,
guys... come on, kiss back, Mr. Worm man!" Funny thing is, Ben don't
really need to encourage me because it's immediately unber exciting to be
kissed my brother like this, and his tongue is so awesome I could suck on
it all day.  We're getting more and more into it by the second, and then
Ben breaks it up pulling our shoulders in opposite directions, chuckling
and saying, "Jeez, you got good lips for a worm, you're kinda cute too."
Well, that part about being kinda cute is nice, but I hate Ben's nickname
for me, although I guess I do look a little like a worm, being hairless,
tall, and thin... still, I hope the nickname doesn't stick! All around
Mikey's and my mouth there's a shiny saliva sheen; we really got into it
with each other, and we  both appear to be startled that it got so
intensely hot between us.  I make no bones about it though, Mikey has
been a big turn on for me ever since he's become part of my training
team. The make-out leaves me breathing hard and wanting more, but I know
the brainwashing has a lot to do with that; it can be a powerful thing,
and no one does brainwashing better than Junior and Brett, but ya know
what... I'm glad they did it to me or I'd never have experienced these
amazing gay episodes which, in my altered state of mine, are the hottest
episodes of my life, so far.  Hope I remember them fondly when I'm away
at college and out from under the Knight brother's influence.  Gee, that
thought makes me feel sad; that's odd, and once again that weird concept
creeps into my head, "What are you gonna need college for...? your new
life is to please your master!" Shaking my head to clear it of that
bizarre thought, I hear Ben telling Mikey, "Get all the ropes out.  I'll
tie you up, and then your brother." He turns to me, and says, "Take off
your clothes and sit on the floor right here," and he's pointing to the
exact spot he wants me to sit... my dick moves again.

Apparently, with Ben, everything needs to be done precisely the way he
wants it done. So, without questioning him, I take my clothes off and sit
Indian style on the spot he indicated. He gets a quick look at me as I
pass him, and does a double take, then over he comes to say, "On your
feet," and when I'm at attention, he murmurs, "Hey, I like the obedience
you're showing! I forget who Mikey said is training you; who is it?" I
say, "The Knight brothers, and Mikey's assisting." Ben smirks, then asks,
"And who else?" I think for a second, and say, "And now, you, sir," He
goes, "Good! I never speak ill of the dead, but was your father a macho
guy when he was alive?" I'm confused, so he adds, "I mean, both you and
your brother are extremely submissive; there has to be something behind
that.  Was your father gay, by any chance?" I say, "Certainly not!" then
regret my tone of voice, but Ben doesn't seem to mind, he laughs, then
reaches in between my legs and pulls my eight inch scrotum up to examine
it.  "Hmmm, this caught my attention as I walked by. These Knight boys
doing your training are doing a hell of a job; their stuff is far ahead
of mine,"  and he squeezed both nuts till I'm making a shrill keening
sound, standing on my toes.  He keeps the pressure on forcing tears from
my eyes, then lets go, saying, "You stood there and took it... wow, those
boys are good!" He gives my trainers all the credit when I'm the one who
stayed in place through excruciating pain... that just ain't right! Give
me a little love once in a while, ya know? I'm the trooper here, after
all. What the fuck, maybe it is the training that makes it possible for
me to handle what I need to handle. Mikey's back now with satchel and an
armful of off-white, clothesline-style rope. "Dump it all right there,
Mikey, and then stand next to your brother," which Mikey does, mumbling,
"Yes, Ben." It's almost unimaginable that this is the same Mikey that
literally breaks my balls during training session! He's standing next to
me, as naked as me, which is no big deal because we're become used to
seeing each other naked. Ben's examining our bodies, feeling our private
parts, mumbling, "Same tiny penises," as he's fondling Mikeys, then mine.
He pulls on my dick a second, then says to me, "No, wait... yours is
smaller, isn't it?" I gulp, not wanted to admit that, but he sternly
repeats his question pulling my cock and my little brother's cock
straight out from our groin, "Isn't it?" I mutter, "Yes, sir, mine is
slightly smaller." Ben says, "I don't know about slightly; I'd guess it's
at least a half inch shorter." I glance at Mikey, who's smirking. Ben
goes, I like this shaved pubes look though," then, looking at Mikey he
asks, "You had shaved pubes a while back, why'd ya let 'em grow back in?"
Mikey shrugs, and Ben commands, "Right now, go in the bathroom and shave
yourself smooth and clean." Mikey whines, "Ah, Ben... please! I don't
wan..." Ben holds a hand up, saying, "Just do it," and he didn't even
sound angry when he said it. Mikey hesitates only a second before a look
of compliance on his face, his shoulders slump and his head goes down as
he goes right into the bathroom. Ben pays no attention to the childish
behavior, it's like he couldn't care less as long as you do what he tells
you to do. Junior and Brett do not tolerate pouting, so they're
different.

Turning his attention back to me, Ben's like, "Okay, it looks like you
get tied up first." I look apprehensive, not sure what I'm supposed to
do, so he points at a spot, and says, "Lay down right here, on your
stomach." I do as I'm told while he's saying, "Nothing too exotic; I'll
simple hogtie you." As he's selecting ropes, he mutters, in an offhand
manner,  "I get my rocks off knowing I've got a guy totally helpless and
you'll be that way ten seconds after I start." My dick moves again, as he
explains further, "Mikey and me don't even bother with a 'safe' word; we
take whatever the other boy wants to dish out, and you'll take it too.
This play episode goes on until the top boy is satisfied, no matter how
much discomfort is involved for the other. Any whining from you and you
get a gag crammed into your mouth." While he's talking he's tying my
ankles together, and when done, he mumbles, "See, you're already
helpless, I could do anything I wanted with you and you couldn't do a
thing about it. Isn't that hot?" and he goes about using way more rope
than he needs to reinforcing the original ankle tie; rope's wrapped
around my legs almost up to my knees.  There's something erotic about the
way he carefully loops each circle of rope right up tight to the previous
one, and he's right, I'm helpless... I'm also glad my brother's here,
'cause this is a little scary. I say, "Um, oh yeah... I see what ya mean,
sir... it's hot alright." He says, "Shut the fuck up!" and ties my wrists
together behind my back, then ties my elbows together and that hurts! I'm
sure I pulled a muscle when he tightening the rope around my elbows, and
I groan, "That's too tight!" Ben doesn't say a word, but the next thing I
know he's bending over me, his ponytail laying on my shoulder as he pulls
my tied-up arms away from my back, which causes me great pain, and I
scream out, "OWWWW!".  When my mouths wide open he forces a ball gag past
my teeth and ties it at the back of my head, saying, "Now you're not only
helpless, but you're silent as well." This is one long motherfucking day,
that's all I got to say about it!

The ball part of the gag is solid rubber, I think, and it taste terrible.
 It's also too big for my mouth, and very uncomfortable. I'm pissed-off
now, but can't do a thing about it, just like he predicted. I'd seen
Ben's big boner bobbing around when he put the ball-gag in my mouth, so
tying me up has him aroused already; I wonder if that's a good thing or a
bad thing. Ben yells, "Mikey, get your skinny ass in here!" and Mikey
appears immediately, drying his hairless crotch, "Is this okay, Ben?" he
asks, thrusting his hairless groin out for inspection. Ben's like, "Yeah
that's good.  Keep it that way!" Then Mikey notices me and laughs a
little, saying, "He whined, didn't he? I see the ball gag, ha ha ha, that
thing is awful!" Ben chuckles too, then says, "It is awful, but it'll
probably end up in your mouth before the night's over," which put an end
to Mikey's laughter. Ben calmly orders Mikey to, "Get me the headband
with the eye hook." While Mikey's fetching that, Ben slips a rope between
my wrists and my ankles, then tightens it pulling my feet back toward my
shoulders, and my shoulders back towards my feet so that my torso is now
curved.  This is painful! I'm making grunting sounds, but the gag
prevents me from speaking. Ben's humming and squeezing my buttock,
waiting for Mikey. There's no way I can be expected to stay in this
position for more than a couple of minutes.  All the muscles in my body
are straining, ripping away from the bone.  I hear Mikey mutter, "Here
Ben," then, "Aren't ya gonna pull his feet and ankles together any closer
than that?" Ben say, "You're a tough one!" then laughs again, saying, "No
sweetheart, this is his first time; remember how I did you the first
time?" Mikeys like, "Oh yeah, that's right, ya gotta work your way
slowly." As Ben's putting the leather headband around my forehead I feel
the metal hook at the back laying against the back of my skull.  Ben
mutters, "I just need to get his head up some, and then it's your turn,
Mikey." A rope is threaded through the hook at the back of my head, and
then back to loop through the rope tying my ankles, and he tightens it
pulling my head back till I think my neck is going to snap; even without
the gag I don't think I could speak with my neck in this position. Ben's
back to humming a tune I know, but can't place.  He goes, "There, that's
all I'll pull his head back for now." Obviously, I'm going to die soon,
but my condition is so stressful I can't even shed a tear. Every brain
cell is busy trying to comprehend how many negative sensations are
exploding in me at once.  This is no longer a place I'm familiar with, I
must be on another planet or slipped somehow into another dimension
'cause there's nothing in my old dimension like this. Ben and Mikey
appear indifferent or oblivious to my suffering, they're softly talking
about this weekend when Mikey has a sleep over at Ben's house.  It's as
if there's nothing unusual about the fact I'm dying right before their
eyes. With a grin on his face, Ben gropes Mikeys small cock and balls,
then slides his finger behind Mikey's nuts and I hear him gasp. He
probably pushed his finger into Mikey's anus as he runs his fingers
through Mikey's hair, whispering, "Suck my asshole for a bit, it feels
good when your awesome tongue gets inside my shit hole." So, while parts
of my body go numb and I for my death, my little brother rims his kinky
boyfriend making lots of wet slurping sounds. All I hear is those wet
sucking noises and Ben going, "Ah, ah, ah, oh yeah, Mikey, get your
tongue up there... further! Oooh!" Doesn't Mikey see me here? Well yeah,
I guess he does, he tried to get Ben to pull my head back even further,
so he knows I'm here alright.  And right, those two are straight! My ass!
They're as gay as Brett and Junior, maybe more; not that that bother
me... what bothers me is I'm fucking dying here!

After a five minute rimming of Ben's asshole, Ben says, "Get a Kleenex
and wipe some of that spit off me." Mikey's like, "Right away, Ben... um,
I love the smell of your asshole." Ben's like, "Why don't ya tell me the
same thing fifty million fucking times. Get the tissue!" Turning to me,
he asks, "How we doing, worm? Feeling good?" I make desperation grunts
and throat sounds which gets Ben laughing, then he casually uses his foot
to topple me onto my side. I'm slimy with sweat, my veins are bulging in
my neck and on my forehead as I desperately try sending a telepathic
message that I'm dying, but nothing works. Mikey's back so Ben bends
forward, his ponytail hanging over his shoulder in front of him, almost
reaching the floor. Mikey wipes Ben's ass, then Ben says, "Get me both
vibrating dildos, one for each of the O'Rielly brothers." I'm thinking,
"No fucking way can he inflict anymore suffering on me... I can't fucking
take it!!!" When Mikey passes the dildos to Ben, he says, "Can we grab a
coke and I cigarette before you tie me up."  I'm like: are you shitting
me?!!! They're so routine with everything; how can they just leave me
here like this. Ben's like, "Okay, but first spit on the end of this
dildo," Mikey goes, "Um, er, okay, but I got Vaseline if ya wanna use
that." This cracks Ben up and they both end up laughing, but what they're
laughing about eludes me, until Ben says, "Don't be too fuckin' obvious,
Mikey... you want me to use the Vaseline on the dildo I'll be sticking up
your ass too, right?" Mikey's like, "I'm hoping," and Ben hugs him, then
they make-out for another minute, while I'm wondering,"What planet are
these two from, and how am I still alive?!" And then things go from bad
to worst. Opening the jar of Vaseline, Ben dips the end of the dildo in,
and without hesitating pushes it way up my ass.  It's a fat one, and
without the Vaseline it would have been hell going up inside me; it hurts
even with the vaseline. Ben flicks a switch, the vibrating starts, and my
vibrating hole is all I can think about now; my asshole is the center of
my universe. I try squirming on the floor, but I'm unable to move a
muscle as that vibrator seems endless, like it's vibrating my whole being
as the boys casually walk out of the bedroom without so much as a look
back. And then my dick perks up and everything's not so bad anymore. It
starts to feel good and gives me a massive four inch boner, but by the
time the boys return my boner is so hard it hurts, and I need to cum so
bad it's sick! Ben says, "On your belly, honey," and Mikey willingly gets
down. Is he fucking blind? Can't he see my situation here? He needs to
run for help... call 911, do something to save his skinny ass. But no, he
lies down docilely, looking back as Ben ties his ankles so tight the
rope's indents in his flesh. Done with the knot, Ben stands up and says
to Mikey the exact same thing he'd said to me concerning how Mikey's
already helpless etc. etc. Mikey gasps as if he's been goosed, and then
reaches under himself to stroke his dick.  What the fuck?  It must be a
script they use all the time, words that gets them excited, but what
about me?! It doesn't get me excited to be tied up, and this fucking
vibrating dildo has me near hysterical with the need to climax, but the
more I repeatedly contract every muscle in my groin and buttocks, the
slower the vibrator seems to vibrate, and it never quite gets me over the
top. Fuck, I'd scream if I didn't have this gag in my mouth! Ben grabs
Mikey's arm, pulling it from under him where he'd been pulling his pud,
and methodically ties Mikey's wrists together, then tightly ties his
elbows together as a quiet grunt escapes Mikey's throat. Looping a rope
between Mikey's wrists and ankles Ben pulls hard until my brother's hands
are scrunched against his feet.  I'm shocked, thinking , "No fucking way!
It's impossible!" Obviously it's not impossible 'cause there it is right
before my eyes.  They must do this so often they've stretched their
muscles and tendons and such.  Still, Mikey looks distressed; his lower
ribs look like they're about to break through his pale pink skin. Mikey
squeaks out, "I'm gonna cum!" Ben calmly puts a foot against Mikey's side
pushing him on his side and now I can now see Mikey's four inch boner
stretching the foreskin, leaking precum. Ben kneels down, cuts ten inches
off a roll of nylone twine, and wraps it around the base of my little
brother's pecker, then ties it off very tightly causing my brother to cry
out, "Please, sir! That's too tight!" Ben's expression never changes, he
turns to me and unfastens my ball gag, saying to me, "If I hear a peep
out of you, I'll get another gag for you! Got it, worm?" and he smacks my
cheek, not real hard, kinda like he knows he's totally in charge of the
situation and can come back later and smack the shit outta me if he wants
to. I nod my head as the vibrator picks up speed again, it's on some sort
of automatic speed control. It's such a relief to have that gag out I
don't want to fuck it up by disobeying Ben's orders, so I don't utter a
peep. He mumbles to me, "Good boy, you've been trained really well, I
gotta say 'good on you'."  Mikey's mumbling, "Please, ,master, loosen the
tie on my penis.  I promise not t....." but that's all he got out before
a scream escapes his mouth when Ben reaching under to squeeze Mikey's
nuts; the scream that follows allowed Ben to force the ball gag, dripping
with my spit, into my brother's mouth. Ben's humming again, as he secures
the ball gag around Mikey's head with Mikey's eyes big and wild looking.
I guess there's leeway in their play where one can go over the top at
times. Taking another head band, like mine with an eye hook attached, he
fits it over Mikey's forehead, and then attaches a rope through the hook
as well as through the grouping of hands and feet, then Ben tightens the
loop pulling Mickey's head back until I'm sure his neck is gonna snap off
at the shoulders. Ben's losing his casual demeanor now, he's dropped the
humming and is groping himself instead, his face is flush and his eyes
are darting here and there over the pathetically helpless Mikey.  Ben's
breathing is noticeably different too and I kinda know how he feels, but
from the other side of things.  To me being helpless or submissive is
erotic while for Ben it's the opposite; having rendered his victims
helpless and uber submissive to him he's experiencing a powerfully sexual
stimulant. It's probably the way Brett and Mikey feel when they have me
totally under their control, when they're really dominant to me and I'm
feeling like a submissive little boy.

At the moment my entire body is numb, it's past the point of pain into
nothingness. For a few minutes there I was grappling with my old nemesis,
claustrophobia, that is until Ben began showing signs of sexual
excitement and now that's got my attention. It's fascinating to see his
whole demeanor change as this sexual fetish of tying a victim into
helplessness takes over his brain. Breathing through his mouth he
finishes taking his clothes off by simply pulling his shirt over his
head... the contrast between his monstrous penis and large balls, with
his skinny ribs-showing torso, is freakish. His arms and legs have no
definition, he's a stick-figure drawing and I can't understand what Mikey
sees in him, except for the dominance thing and the big cock; Ben has
that in spades. It's even affecting me a little; not to the degree Brett
affects me, or Junior, or even my baby brother affect me, but I can feel
Ben's powerful draw, or whatever it is that us submissive guys crave.
With his bare foot against Mikey's side he pushes him over once more,
then again over again so my brother is up against me. Ben's eyes are
large as he takes his large cock in his small hand and strokes it slowly
while observing his helpless captives... definitely kinky, but it's kinda
sexy too. Ben's boner is too heavy and long to stick straight out from
his groin, but it's plenty hard just the same hanging and bobbing as he
walks around Mikey and me.  Mikey's calmed down by now, mostly dealing
okay with the pain of the tight string around the base of his hard cock.
My brother's eyes follow Ben as he walks around us. I forget my place,
and stupidly ask, "Ben, do you think Mikey's neck might be stretched too
tight?" His eyes flick to me, like he'd forgotten I'm without a gag.
 Well, I'm not without one for long. Biting his bottom lip and stroking
his cock, he picks up my underwear, saying, "Open up or I'll burm you
with a cigarette. I opened right up and take first my own underpants,
which get stuffed in one cheek all the way to my gag reflex area, and
then Mikey's jockey shorts get stuffed in my other cheek. Mikey's
underpants smell like a fart laying on my nose, as Ben's stuffing it in
my mouth inch by inch... it gets my dick to move from one thigh to the
other.

Now Ben's got both me and Mikey speechless, and helpless. His eyes seem
slightly crazed as he leans down and smells various parts of my brother's
body... long whiffs taken in deep breaths fully appreciating the smells
he's after. After sampling Mikey's asshole, nuts and belly, he puts his
nose against Mikey's underarms, then his shoulders, and now he's smelling
Mikey's taut, stretched neck, then up under his chin, then he pulls his
face away and pinches Mikey's nostrils closed while strokes his own huge
boner. Soon panic appears in Mikey's face because he can't breath through
his mouth with the big ball gag and now his air supply from his nose is
cut off. A minute passes and I'm getting worried, precum drools from Ben
boner as my brother's eyes flutter, then roll up so only the whites are
showing. Ben let's go of his nose and comes over to me.  I'm panicky, but
unable to even move my head to the side so there's isn't a single thing I
can do except accept my fate. He closes my nostrils, like he'd just done
to my brother, and my heart flutters in my chest as I realize how
helpless I am, unable to control my bladder I pee myself, not the first
time I've done that recently either.  I pass out from lack of oxygen
before my pee is done. Next thing I know Mikey's back from the other side
watching Ben sniff my feet; my eyes go there too and I'm guessing Ben,
like Brett, has a foot fetish on top of everything else. My clue is the
fact Ben's now sucking my big toes, which I can't even move. It's weird,
like I'm watching a horror movie shown in slow motion, yet now that the
pains been removed, it's weirdly sexual too. Ben licks my feet and all
around my ankles up to the rope, then over to Mikey's feet where he does
the big toe sucking thing again.  Mikey and me have long narrow feet with
oddly long toes, and small toenail areas. Goofy, clown-feet but Ben's
loving them. He's aroused big time after the foot fetish play and quickly
gets Mikey on his side, lays down beside him and forces his fat cock in
between the hands and ankles tied there, and up Mikey's ass. Making
animal grunting sounds, he fucks my brother with rapid thrusts until
Mikey's hard four inches of cock squeezes cum past the tight string
tie-up, the short spurts fly out in a tiny arc; Mikey's eyes bulging from
their sockets as the first squirt is followed by a second, third, then a
forth... then just drools of thick creamy teen cum as Mikey's body
shudders. Out comes Ben's cock with a long drool of precum connecting my
brother's pussy with Ben's manly cock. Ben breaks the connection when he
hops up, stroking himself, his face bright red and his eyes looking
strange. He's got a tight smile on his lips and an arrogance to his
movements. With each slide of his hand up and down his boner I hear a
squishy sound of Vaseline and Mikey's pussy juices. With his bare foot
Ben rolls me over, and then gets his hand under my tied-up appendages and
pulls out my dildo; I miss the vibration immediately... it's like that
vibrating was the only thing alive in my body, and now... nothing. Ben
steps over to Mikey and somehow, by going in at an angle, pushes the
dripping dildo, just removed from my hole, all the way in, up to the very
hilt in Mikey's asshole; the device is vibrating briskly. Mikey's eyes
bulge out again, but not a peep from his mouth. Ben rolls me on my face
and gets a leg on either side of my tightly tied body; then, holding the
rope aside, he pokes that hard cock of his inside my pussy and does the
same rabbit fuck that he did on Mikey. I don't last much longer than my
brother did and I'm soon shooting my seed out on the floor. It felt so
good, I swear, if I didn't have two pairs of used underpants in my mouth
I'd be squealing like a girl. Everything leading up to Ben fucking me
contributed to my awesome climax, and now I'm starting to admire Ben's
selfishness, his dedication to pleasuring himself and to hell with his
helpless victims.

Ben's animated now, he hops off me to look at my spunk on the bedroom
floor, then at Mikey's drippings. He's fucked the stuffing out of both
O'Rielly brothers and he still hasn't shot his own load yet. Ben never
stops stroking himself as he goes to the satchel again and comes out with
that fucking pin pong paddle, then wrestles Mikey's helpless body around
until he's on his belly again, and unable to get a clean shot at the
buttocks because of the ropes, he begins spanking Mikey on the side of
his thighs. The sound of paddle against flesh is sorta a familiar one to
me now... I can do nothing except await my turn with half anticipation
and half dread. The boys are teaching me the correlation between pain and
pleasure and how pain can at times increase pleasure. When Ben's done
with Mikey he comes over and paddles me hard and long. I'm begging in my
head for him to stop by the time he tires of it.  Both my brother and I
would be openly bawling from the pain except for our gags. We have faces
full of tears, but I can't imagine anyone being less concerned about
Mikey's and my pain and discomfort than Ben. He's so self absorbed with
everything he does, so focused on his own pleasure that his boner never
goes down, and I'm thinking, "This fucker is either a world class
narcissist or he's heavily into Viagra!"  of course I'm not thinking real
clearly at the moment. The spankings hurt like hell even though my joints
are numb.  In my head I figure Ben's gotta be near climax by now; I'm
hoping it comes soon too because that's when I assume we get untied and
can return to planet Earth. Ben's not done yet though, he's back to
smelling our feet and private parts, then playing with the dildo in
Mikey's ass. Mikey's eyes tell the story, the same story I had when the
dildo was up my ass; the one where he needs to climax again! That
vibrating dildo is both an awesome thing and a tool of torture, depending
on how it's used.

Constantly stroking himself, Ben finally climaxes while he's strapping us
with what looks like a wide belt a cowboy or PGA golfer might wear. Ben
slashes it across Mikey's tied-up body and then mine; we're both in pain
again and after a particularly horrifying "SLAPPP!" against my little
brother's body Ben's cock starts shooting cum on us as Ben's making high
pitched scary sound that must be embarrassing to him... nah, he don't
give a shit what we think. A long stream of his spunk crosses the side of
my face and neck followed by a longer stream aimed at Mikey's head that
pools in his hair. Stroking that long swollen cock Ben gets another half
dozen squirts out with each one landing on my brother; he seems to be the
bigger turn-on for Ben. Done spunking he collapses across Mikey's bed and
three minutes later I hear what can only be described as little snoring
noises . The son of a bitch went to sleep. I keep counting from one to
sixty to take my mine off the claustrophobia that's come up on me again;
claustrophobia's a terrible thing that can drive a person insane. After
about thirty such counts, Ben sits up and takes a deep breath, then gets
off the bed, walks right by our two incapacitated bodies, as if we
weren't even there, and into the bathroom he goes. Three minutes later
the shower goes on and I'm so pissed at him, but at the same time I'm
anticipating being untied soon and that will probably override everything
he's put me through, and I'll end up thanking Ben. Oh man! Can I believe
I'll actually start admiring him? Here he comes out of the bathroom
drying himself, then he drops the towel and gets dressed.  Finally,
salvation! But no... his long wet hair cascading around his shoulders, he
walks past us, then out of the bedroom and a few seconds later I hear him
giggling, then the front door opens, then clicks closed, and lastly,
clicks locked.  In my head I'm screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

to be continued...

Donny Mumford    thinat20@yahoo.com