Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2010 07:04:45 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION 6 by Donny Mumford BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION Chapter 6 by Donny Mumford Looking out from the reception area of the Happy Tails Grooming shop I see Mikey standing next to Brett, who's talking to Junior; they're near the busy common area. I walk out the shop's front door and head over to the trio; halfway there Brett spots me and holds his hand up indicating I should stop, then he shouts over to me. "Stand at attention, right where you are." By now it's almost a reflex action for me to obey Brett so I immediately stop and stand-up straight and stiff, hands at my sides, chin up. Satisfied with my quick response, Brett goes back to his conversation. Unfortunately I'm right in the middle of the corridor leading to BJs main area so people need to walk around me 'cause I'm blocking their way. And here's another problem: I'm wearing a doggie collar and girl's shorty-shorts, and I've got pale green lady's slippers on my feet. Also, I'm bare chested which is a big no-no in BJs. Awkward, doesn't really cover it. Damn! Also, shoppers heard Brett shouting to me, so naturally they glance over, curious like, and see me snapping to attention. Some laugh thinking we're a couple of guys goofing around, but most of the patrons are understandably aghast at my appearance. People begin pointing me out to others and soon there's a traffic jam around me. Some are jostling to see the freak, while others are simply trying to get by to go about their business. Oh man, what an embarrassing situation; so humiliating! Humiliation never becomes easier to take either... the dark red blushing on my face, neck, and chest is like a neon sign blinking on and off, screaming "I'M EMBARRASSED AND HUMILIATED!!" Curiosity turns a little nasty as the inconvenience factor grows and now muttered insults begin filling the air, "Asshole...!" and "What the fucks wrong with you...?" or "He's obviously a retard... hey, is that a dog collar he's wearing?" and "Get the fuck out of the center of the isle, stupid!" or "Is he naked?" That sort of thing. Lately I'm getting better at blanking my awareness of negative surroundings; what I do is focus on something else, and while I still hear the comments, it's as if they're coming from far, far away and have nothing to do with me. Today, as I stand at attention in the middle of this busy BJs wholesale club, I take stock of my life in it's present condition hoping this will help block out the mayhem that surrounds me. Let's see... so far I've survived Brett's so-called training, even with my little brother's recent participation; still, this is a far cry from my old life. Prior to my financial reversal of fortune things were pretty much the way I wanted them, and then they weren't. I moped and complained about it, feeling sorry as hell for myself. That's before I met the Knight brothers; after that, everything changed again. Now I'm scrambling to seek anything remotely positive in this sorry situation I find myself in. This ridiculous so-called training that's being forced upon me is mostly horrific, but there's an occasional positive nugget in there too. I believe some, as yet unidentified, part of this unfortunate experience is actually making me a better person. That's one positive thing, and another is that I'm getting sexual pleasure from the boys' treatment of me. Of course, the reason for that is the clever brainwashing Brett's put into my head. I'm brainwashed, but the pleasure is present just the same. He's somehow convinced a straight guy like myself that there are hot sexual aspects to his BDSM treatment that make be want to suck the boy's cocks. Fact is: jerking off at home, while thinking of Brett, gets me climaxing like a horse. Brett's got me infatuated with his person and sexually attracted to him, if you can believe that. He's very, very clever. I'm not delusional; I'd get away from this situation in a second if I could. Also, I know very well the boys aren't doing any of this to make me a better person. That's all bullshit to them; they couldn't care less about helping me. Basically, they're simply being naughty, out-of-control boys satisfying their BDSM fetish, and doing it in a shockingly sadistic fashion. When this started I thought maybe Junior and Brett were evil, but no, they're just sadistic brats. Oh yeah, there's also some revenge involved, mostly on Junior and Mikey's part; Brett's in this primarily for the fun of it. Whatever, I'm just the poor sucker who was at the wrong place at the wrong time, a couple of times! What's happened to me is like one of those perfect storm situations; a rare combination of circumstances drastically affected me in a negative way. One fucked-up circumstance after another until here I am, a college student going into his senior year, being bossed around presently by a couple of fifteen year old boys. I'm surviving the ordeal but, like I said, that doesn't mean the humiliation I'm subjected to is any easier to take. Thinking about all this helps get my mind off how geeky I must look standing at-attention in the middle of throngs of people. The muffled insults in the background are beginning to drift through to me now, interrupting my musings; I begin sweating heavily with the humiliation of it all. The sweat roll from my pits and drips from my forehead. Embarrassment and humiliation at this level elevates your body temperature way the fuck up there! You could light a cigarette from the heat generated from my blushing face and bare chest. My throat's so dry I find myself longing for another doggie bowl of water. Each minute seems much, much longer then sixty seconds; time crawls for me: tic... tock......tic...........tock...........tic...... Then, my trance-like state-of-mind is abruptly interrupted; someone has grabbed my arm and is pulling me roughly out of the center corridor over to the entrance of the Happy Tails Grooming shop, snarling, "What the hell ya think you're doing, asshole?" My eyes pop open and see I'm in the clutches of a beefy BJs security guard; a pissed-off black guy, "You can't be in BJs dressed like this. Where's your shirt... and what the hell kind of shorts ya got on there?" I'm like, "Ah, um... I was, ah.." Brett sees what's happening and saunters over, Mikey following close behind; Junior slinks away, avoiding the trouble. Brett politely says, "Officer Palson, nice to see you. I'm Brett Knight. Oh, he's a nobody, just paying off a bet he lost. We'll take his act back to the loading dock area 'cause obviously this fool is blocking the aisle. He's one of Junior's dock workers; ya know.. not too bright." The security guard is taken in by Brett's phony respectful manner, he says, "Oh, yeah, Junior Knight; yeah I know his daddy, you his brother, huh? Hmm, okay... get this fool outta here, and he better not pull a stunt like this again! I'll hold you responsible. I don't want nothing going on out here with da customers, and especially not in my section of this here building. I'll get the both of your asses in deep trouble next time!" Brett's shuffles his feet, looking down, acting humble and meek, he mumbles, "Yes, Sir. It was a bad idea. We're really sorry." Brett knows how to be obsequious when he needs to be. The guard nods his head, like... "I got this kid just about peeing his pants." Adopting a pompous attitude, he takes a last look at me and slowly shakes his head, then point's at Brett, and says, "You been warned, skippy!" Something dangerous flashes through Brett's eyes as the security guard dismisses us and officiously calls out to the gawkers, "Okay, move along folks, there's nothing more to see here." Then, walking briskly away, he makes his report into his walkie-talkie. Mikey's looking nervous and Brett's maintaining a phony contrite expression on his face, but only until the guard's out of earshot; then Brett's back to being his over-confident ball-busting self. He says to Mikey, "What a jackass that jerk-off is. I'm telling Junior about this and he'll come up with a way to get that security guard's ass in big trouble. Mr Important security guard will find out ya don't fuck with the Kinghts! Hope he's got other employment opportunities in mind 'cause his days here are numbered!" I'm thinking, "What do we have here? The bad seed! Maybe there is some evil in these boys." Then to me, Brett angrily says, "What the fuck's wrong with you standing in the middle of everything like that? Use your head next time." Is he out of his fucking mind? He told me to stand right there. He's steaming mad though so I guess facts don't carry much weight with him. Brett didn't care for being talked down to by a lowly security guard... he expected the guard to return a little more respect once he knew who Brett was. The lecture the guard gave him obviously pissed Brett off, and now he's taking his anger out on me. "Bend your head down, college boy!" When I do, he pretends's he's disappointed with my grooming, "Dammit! I told Molly to cut it down to the scalp," and he feels the top of my sandpaper head, saying to Mikey, "Do you think this is short enough?" and then he can't keep the giggling out of his voice and the two of them loose it and burst-out laughing, then more giggles follow the laughing as they point at my nearly bald head. Finally Mikey gets himself under control, and says, "We'll tell Molly we want it shorter next grooming," then more giggles. If there's anything more annoying than being giggled at, I can't imagine what it is. And, oh man, would I ever love to slap that smile off of Mikey's face! Brett's finally ready to gets down to business; he says to me, "Okay, wise-guy, you've caused this awkward intrusion of the law into our fun, so you'll be marching back to the loading dock, and I do mean marching! You know how to march, don't you?" Concerned at his level of agitation, I mumble, "Do ya mean like this," and I imitate marching like I've seen it done on TV: my back straight with my knees coming up abnormally high... left-right, left-right... that sort of thing. Brett, trying to control his grin, says, "Yeah, that's good! Do it exactly like that and call out the 'lefts' and 'rights'. Don't forget to stay very erect, keep your arms stiff, your chin way up, and exaggerate the height of your knees with each step." Wanting to please, I do a couple of marching steps the way Brett's described and it has my little brother's holding his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing; then he bursts out laughing anyway. Fuck him! I'm trying to get on Brett's good side 'cause I'm worried about his temper, so to hell with Mikey's mocking laughter. He's a fifteen year old acting like a nine year old! I do another marching step which causes Brett to do a loud coughs into his hand, and I know damn well it's actually a barked-out laugh, but so what? These two nitwits are acting like children; I was much more mature at their age. Never mind that now though, I intend avoiding physical punishment by doing what Brett wants... and yes, marching through the crowds like a total dork is something only the world's number one geek would do, but look what I'm wearing, I'm already the world's number one geek! First, both boys laugh and mock my nearly bald head and now they have me practicing marching in front of the grooming shop, pointing at me and guffawing like fools. "Call the cadence out louder!" Brett orders. So, to satisfy him, I'm literally yelling at the top of my lungs, "Ur left, ur right... left, right, left right... ur left, ur right!" This has attracted another crowd of course, but do you think Brett's worried about the crowd, or about the security guard? No way! He and Mikey are holding their balls laughing at my ridiculous act. It's a terribly humiliating situation, but as usual I don't know how to get out of it without being punished. Finally Brett feels I've practiced enough, he glances over at my brother and they exchange smirks, then he says to me, "You'll march ahead of us leading the way." Then in a mock whisper, he says to Mikey, " We don't want anyone to know we're with him, so we'll be back a little ways." Then, with authority, "Hup, left-right... harch!" and I start marching through the people, feeling sick to my stomach with embarrassment, but this beats getting caned or paddled. Maybe I could tolerate this easier if I weren't almost naked! As I proceed up the corridor, marching and yelling out the cadence, no one is pleased with my act and some even show irrational anger, like it's insulting to them somehow... like I'm demeaning the human race perhaps. It's the longest march in history, or it seems that way to me anyway. Mikey and Brett snickering and yelling out catcalls all the way to the gym adds to and encourages endless humiliating comments from customers of all ages... from little kids calling out excitedly, "Look at the clown man, look at the weird clown!" to kids my age yelling the worst kinds of insults regarding gender, to old grannies who cursed me with expletives I haven't heard since high school... one old man actually smacked the back of my head as I passed by, calling out, "Don't be such an a-hole, sonny!" I finally march into the gym and, with Brett barely controlling his laughter, he yells, "Halt, ya fucking dork!" Dripping with humiliation perspiration I come to attention and, in between chuckles, Brett orders, "Strip naked and stand for a grooming inspection." Brett sends Mikey over to lock the door as I pull off my shorty-shorts and pink panties, step out of the slippers and stand at attention. Believe it or not I'm glad to be here doing this; I feel safe here away from the hordes of BJ customers. In the privacy of the gym it somehow seems okay to stand at attention for Brett, naked. Maybe that's the lesson Brett is teaching me; that I don't know how good I have it being trained in private! Brett says to Mikey, "Do his buttocks inspection the way I showed you. Check closely for muscle definition." I get a little tense as Mikey walks behind me and grabs my ass cheeks, one in each hand. He pulls on them and massage them. After a bit, he goes, "Hmmmm... I don't see the definition or tightness in his buttocks that the exercises should be developing." Brett pulls out a desk drawer looking for something, as he asks me, "You doing the exercises I instructed you to do?" I shout, "Yes, master." I watch with curiosity as he walks over to us pulling on a clear vinyl glove. He hands a glove to Mikey, saying, "Well, maybe there's some muscle development we're not seeing. It will be disturbing if we don't see any, so we'll do a rectal exam and check it from the inside." Then to me, he orders, "Bend forward and grab your knees." As I'm doing that, I'm thinking, "A rectal exam because my buttocks aren't muscular?? Get the fuck out of here... one has nothing to do with the other!" Needless to say, I keep that thought to myself. Brett's explaining to Mikey, "I'll show you how to do this, then you do it." Mikey burst out with a laugh, then in between chuckles he says, "Oh goody! What could be better, but don't we need some of that KY jelly?" Brett hesitates now, like he's not quite sure what Mikey's laughing at... certainly not at him. Then, he says, "Yeah, we do and I've got it right here in my pocket." He pulls it out and squeezes some on his gloved fingers, then on Mikey's... I take in a big breath, thinking, "Here we go again." Brett spreads my buttocks, saying to my brother, "Not a bad looking anus here and, by the way, anus is the medical term for 'asshole'." Mikey goes, "Ya don't say." There's silence then and I'm curious as to why, so I twist my neck to look back. Brett's staring at Mikey with a frown on his face, then he asks, "Shouldn't you be taking notes?" Mikey's flip, he says, "Nah, I've got a photographic memory." That response sounds a bit smart-ass to me and I can't believe Brett's pleased with it. I've had enough experience with Brett by now to know something's up with him, but what? There's always the 'disrespect' card in play as far as Brett's concerned. He's got a blank expression on his face, quiet for a second... Mikey finally shrugs, like, "What?" He simply isn't taking Brett as seriously as he should. After another pregnant pause, Brett slowly continues, "Look here, his ass is almost hairless. Just a few stray hairs here and there, but Molly will shave this area next Monday, so no problem." Mikey's like, "Ewww, is that a spot of shit there on his asshole?" Mikey apparently prefers the giggling and goofing around they'd been doing, and therefore isn't really into Brett's phony lecture on asses. I'm not the only one who's noticing Mikey's blase attitude, Brett's frowning again and glaring at Mikey who's not picking-up on the bad vibes. Then Brett notices me looking back at them, and snaps at me, "You keep your god-damned eyes to the front!" I whip my head to the front, as Brett orders me, "Reach back with both hands and keep your ass cheeks spread wide." I roll my eyes knowing he can't see me do it, then do as I'm told, and Brett's like, "Tighter, pull them apart until your asshole stretches sideways, and then hold it like that!" A hard slap on my ass follows his instructions, then two more and now I'm pulling apart my butt cheeks so hard it's painful. Brett's obviously getting pissed at Mikey, but taking it out on me... what's new! I feel fingers on my ass now as Brett's mumbling a response to the last thing Mikey said, "Nah, it can't be shit! Fer chrissakes, he's just been bathed and groomed." I feel more fingers on my asshole, then Brett does an ironic snort, "Look at this, it's a short dog hair caught between the lips of his anus." A few chuckles, but not like earlier. Brett then pushes his finger into my ass, saying to my brother, "See how his sphincter muscles close around my finger? You do it now," and his finger comes out as my brother's goes in. "Push it all the way in!" I soon feel it go way up inside me; not that it feels bad up there. It feel okay, but it's more a thing where I'm like an object to them, a none-person... a non-person having no say whatsoever about what they do with my body. It's all so fucking degrading! Brett appears to be over his snit and the boys mess around sticking their fingers up my ass for a while and, like I said, it feels pretty good so I try concentrating on that aspect of this latest humiliation. My brother and I have long toes and long fingers so Mikey's finger can reach way up there; along the way he presses on a spot that as me squeaking, "Ahh ah ah, oh!" There's a real hot spot up there. Brett says, "Did ya see him flinch? You're hitting his prostate gland." Mikey goes, "What kinda gland? Jeez, you know a shit load about the ass, don't ya?" Brett hesitates again; he's back to wondering if Mikey's disrespecting him. "Is that a joke? That part about me knowing a shit load about asses?" Mikey chuckles, and says, "Yeah, kinda..." Brett's not amused, but, after another pause he goes on with the lesson, "Junior and I have studied all about the ass and sexual organs of guys; we did most of our research on Wikipedia." Mikey, still not paying attention, goes "Ewww, I can't believe I have my finger up my brother's asshole!" He accidentally rubs past that spot again and I let out a long hissing exhale. Sounding annoyed, Brett says, "Your finger's up his ass, but his tongue has been up mine." Mikey goes, "Yuck!" Brett's like, "Yeah, he sucks on my asshole, licks it clean, kisses my anus lips, and finally sticks his tongue way up there." Mikey's giggling like a little girl, then says, "He told me something about that, well he told me he rims you and Junior, but none of the shitty details. Tell me how it feels in your hole when he's doing it?" That came out of Mikey's mouth sounding like a demand; again Brett hesitates, then... in a manner that indicates to me he's upset, he goes, "You want me to explain to you how it feels, huh? Is that it?" Mikey might be picking-up on Brett's negative vibes now because his response doesn't have the same smart ass tone of a minute ago. He swallows, and says, "Um, I just wondered, ya know...?" Brett, in a flat tone of voice, says, "Well then, I'll have Brian rim your ass and you can see for yourself how it feels. Drop your pants." Mikey goes, "Ohhh, that'd be kind of an embarrassing thing to do right in front of you guys. I'd rather not... you know, not right now. I'm good, never mind." Brett's slowly taking off his latex glove, saying, "I'm not asking if you want to drop your shorts, I'm telling you to." Mikey's definitely feeling the heat from Brett now and quickly pulls off his glove and drops it, then drops his shorts, steps out of them, and then his underpants follow. The tip of Mikey's tongue is peeking through his lips as he looks meekly at Brett while partially covering his crotch with his hands. Brett's giving him the dead-stare look; there's nothing left of Mikey's smart-ass attitude now. Mikey shifts from one foot to the other, then mumbles, "Is this okay, Brett?" It was initially very hard for me to accept taking orders from the Knight boys because, for one thing they're both younger than me. Could it be that taking orders from someone your own age is even harder. Brett's helping my brother remember who the boss is; no response to Mikey's, "Is this okay?" question leaves a chill in the air and I'm kinda enjoying watching someone else endure Brett's wrath. Mikey coughs nervously and begins correcting his posture until he's standing at attention in front of us, his dick hanging about where mine usually hangs, and his hands now at his sides exposing his private parts. With Mikey in the proper position, Brett quietly says to him, "You're my assistant, assistants of mine follow orders. Don't fucking forget that again." Mikey's nodding his head in agreement, mumbling, "Sure, okay, Brett. Sorry." Brett shouts, "Stop nodding your head!" and then, just to demonstrate his dominance over my brother, orders him, "Use both hands to pull your t-shirt up to your nipples, I wanna see more of your body." Mikey pulls his shirt almost to his shoulders trying to please Brett. It's fascinating to observe Brett's dominant personality disable any confidence Mikey might have felt. Brett's eyes travel over my brother's slim body; he needs to look up to see it all because, like me, Mikey's much taller than Brett and weighs more too. With a cocky slant to his head and a sneer on his cute face, Brett says, "Take it all the way off now! Quickly!" Mikey wets his lips and pulls his t-shirt over his head dropping it next to his shorts on the floor. Now he's naked, except for his sneakers. "Get your hands over your head and stand straighter, chin out, no movement!" Mikey looks nervous as he's does what Brett orders; he's probably remembering his experience behind the Goodwill building and worried about a repeat performance. I'm still bent over spreading my ass cheeks but since Brett's occupied humiliating my brother at the moment I let go and put my hands back on my knees. Brett's feeling all over my brother's belly, down low to his recently shaved groin, then up to his chest. Mikey's face is bright red as he keeps his chin high in the air... guess I'm not the only dork in our family. Rubbing Mikey's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers gets both nipples stiff and pointing straight out just like mine did when Brett did that to me. Mikey gasps when Brett pinches, then flicks both stiff niples with his finger. I can almost see my brother's heart hammering inside his narrow chest. Not so fucking funny now, is it, little brother?! Brett's so excellent at demonstrating his dominance over you it takes your breath away and makes you feel inferior and afraid. Being touched my another person without your permission, and not being able to do anything about it, is extremely humiliating and dehumanizing; it's a high level form of dominance and I know that from personal experience. Brett stares into Mikey's eyes, "In the future, you're going to remember you're my assistant, right? And, you'll remember assistants follow instructions, right?" Mikey's voice cracks, as he says, "Yes, Brett. I'm sorry." Like he's done to me any number of times, Brett orders Mikey to lower his head, then he runs his fingers over Mikey's buzzed hair, asking, "You glad I gave you that haircut behind Goodwill?" Mikey says, "Yeah, sure I am, Brett." Brett asks, "I'm thinking you're gonna keep it this short to please me, aren't you?" Mikey's like, "Sure, I'll be glad to do that, Brett. I'll go to your Uncle Leo's barbershop every week." Brett mumbles, "See that you do... I'll be checking on that." I don't blame Mikey for lying to Brett, but I know for a fact he desperately wanted to grow his hair out again, and now that's been put on an indefinite hold. Brett begins casually playing with Mikey's ears then, rubbing them both between his fingers, he's asks, "Are you remembering to wash behind your ears, Mikey?" Mikey tries to answer, but it comes out a squeak, then he clears his throat and says, "Yes, Brett... every shower." Now Brett's got hold of Mikey's ears lifting his head up, then pulling it down, then to the sides. My brother's face, neck, and shoulders are bright red and I know the heat he must be feeling from a blush that bright. Holding Mikey's head at waist level, Brett says, to the back of Mikey's head, "You're not under the illusion that because I let you participate in training this boy-toy here, that we're equals... you and I. Are you?" Mikey's face turns from bright to a darker shade of red and I can see wetness at the side of his head near the eye I can see. He replies, "No, Brett... not at all." Brett lets go of Mikey's ears, lifts his head with a hand under Mikey's chin and then pinches his nose before flicking his finger up the front of it; then asks, "Whaddaya mean we're not equals? We're both fifteen year old boys, aren't we?" Mikey's head is level with Brett's again and sweat has broken out on his forehead, he mumbles, "Um, ah... I'm inferior to you... you're my leader and my boss..." I'm guessing that response satisfies Brett that he's reestablished, and even reinforced, his total dominance over Mikey, but why not a little more humbling, a little more rubbing it in. He goes, "Oh gosh... really, Mikey? Ya really feel that way about me, do ya?" Mikey senses he's weathered the worst of the storm and he's eager to please, he says, "Oh yeah, really... you're the coolest kid I ever met, Brett! I totally admire you and want to be like you." Brett likes that too, and goes, "Okay then, you can relax now, but don't get dressed just yet." Mikey thinks it's over, but he doesn't know something I know, it's this: Brett has a habit of allowing his victim to relax a bit, like Mikey's doing, then he'll do something outrageous to further reinforce the concept that he's totally dominant over said victim; in this case my little brother, who would be Brett's peer under normal circumstances. I'm watching with interest, like Brett's father and grandfather behind the Goodwill building. Mikey's smiling nervously, relieved Brett's lightened-up on him, but he looks awkward standing there naked; not at all sure what he should do now. Mikey's probably hoping Brett switches his attention back to me. Brett seems to be doing that too as he starts to turn toward me, then abruptly stops, turns quickly back, saying to Mikey, "Hold still there a sec. Don't move!" Mikey freezes and Brett gets right up tight to him, almost touching belly to belly and cups my brothers cock and balls in his right hand, squeezing a little. Mikey gulps, but stands still; his face experiences another deep blush. Brett lifts Mikey's private parts, then changes hands with them and squeezes again with his other hand; he tightens the squeeze until Mikey squeaks, "Oww, Oh! Owww!" Brett ignores that, he has an expression on his face likes he's in deep concentration, resolving a dilemma. Then, his face brightens as he says, "Nah, you're bigger down here than your brother. I knew you would be, Mikey." Mikey blushes some more, then another nervous smile as Brett lets loose of his balls and steps back. Mikey knows his place now, no doubt about that. I know mine to, for that matter. Mikey's been brought back down to reality; he knows now that he's allowed to join in the fun of doing BDSM on me only at Brett's invitation, and he also knows he needs to be concerned about doing what Brett tell him to do too. The next time Brett tells Mikey to drop his shorts, or drop whatever, Mikey's going to comply immediately. I can't see how this situation helps me at all though. Hell, if anything it makes it worse for me; now Mikey will err on the side of caution complying totally with all Brett's orders involving me... I'll get no breaks from him, period. Brett's looking very smug when he says, "Put your t-shirt back on now, but not your shorts; then come over here and lean over like the college genius here is doing. I'll have him rim your asshole for you and then you'll know first hand how it feels and it won't be necessary for me to describe it to you." Like I'm a machine... this ain't right! Mikey comes over with a meek smile on his face, asking, "I should lean over with my ass in his face," and Brett says, "Of course, do you know another way?" I'm like... Oh fuck! This is awkward! Then, my dick, with a mind of it's own, actually twitches, and I'm thinking, "What the hell, of course I'm going to do it, why fool myself. It even sounds a little bit hot, if I'm honest with myself, but I know it's only because of my brainwashing." Mikey backs into me until his buttocks smacks into my face and the tip of my nose is right on his shitty smelling asshole; AKA, anus. Brett chuckles, I gag for a second, but do it quietly. Then, spreading Mikey's buttocks, I get a bit of a surprise, Mikey has some hair around his anus. Ha! And I don't... I feel good about that for some odd reason. "Get to it, college boy!" Brett says with a chuckle, standing right next to me. He wants to watch, I guess... the pervert. No, I don't mean that... Brett's cool, like Mikey said. Brett tells me, "You loved rimming my ass and now here's another sweet tasting fifteen year old's ass for you to enjoy. Get your tongue way the fuck up his rectum and clean it out." Well, I pretty much did that for Brett's and Junior's asses without much trouble, why not my own flesh and blood. And, jeez, Mikey's ass cheeks look so white and nice and cute! More brainwashing, no doubt. I wanted to act hesitant about rimming my brother, but instead I get right into it by licking both of Mikey's butt cheeks with long laps from the bottom of the bubble butt, over top of the bubble to the end where it meets his back, and then a little bit up his back too; his skin smells so nice, even on his buttocks... except for around his anus, of course. I did both ass cheeks twice causing goose bumps to pop up there for a few seconds as Mikey squirms and moans. Then I realized what I'd just done and blush as bright a red as my brother's blush a little while ago. I'd done the buttocks lapping on my own; Brett didn't instruct me to do that. Mikey's going, "Yeow! Oouuuu... ohhh! Kiss my ass big brother!" and Brett's laughing, saying to Mikey, "He loves asses! He might take a bite out of yours." Best if I ignore the taunting, so I get my nose in his ass crack and inhale, smelling shit right off; not the worst smell in the world, but close to it... so why's my dumb dick getting firm? Lapping across his anus the acrid taste is strong, but my dick chubs-up some more just the same. I can't help myself, under Brett's brainwashing spell I go hungrily at Mikey's ass, licking and sucking until finally I get my tongue inside him. Brett's giving mock cheers as Mikey's "Oooh'ing and Ahhh'ing" and squirming his ass like crazy, then he begins tightening his sphincter muscles on my tongue; he does it over and over again. My boner's hard bobbing between my legs, dripping a drop or two of precum, and feeling awesome; all the humiliation of the day is temporarily forgotten as I get deep into rimming my little brother's ass. Finally Mikey pulls away from me, stroking his cock, grunting and looking worried. Brett's laughing, then asks, "What wrong, Mikey?" Mikey's red-faced with a strained expression, his boner matching mine. He whines, "I almost shot my wad!" Brett laughs some more... he's having a good time again. He goes, "Let the boy-toy suck your spunk out of you... he loves doing it." Mikey asks Brett, "Really? Can I do that?" Brett's eyebrows raise, a smirk on his face, he goes, "Yeah, it's okay! You have my permission." I'm like an inanimate object... those two talk to each other like I'm not here, I don't count for shit. Walking in front of me Mikey's got his wise-ass act going for him again, "Suck my cock, big shot, and suck it good! Let me see if you can do it as good as my kinky friend, Ben." He then rubs his boner across my lips and smacks my nose with it three or four times. He's submissive as hell around Brett, but still very dominant to me. Still bending over at the waist with my own boner sticking straight out from my belly, I open up and take his hard, four inch cock into my mouth. Closing my eyes to enjoy this to the fullest, I suck on my brother's erection like it's something I've wanted to do all my life. That's not true of course, I've never thought of sucking his cock or anyone elses, and under normal circumstances I'd never do this. Oh sure, my childhood friend, Frank Barns, had me suck him off all summer one year, but I was just a kid then and I didn't know any better. I'd looked-up to Frank back then; he told me it was something friends did for each other. It was a few years before I acknowledged to myself that he never did it to me, so I was taken advantage of pretty badly... like I'm being taken advantage of now. I'm made to think Mikey's cock is delicious and in my mind controlled state it appears I'm enjoying the hell out of sucking it... can hardly wait for him to spunk in my mouth too. Hey, maybe I like doing it to Mikey so much because he's my brother and it's almost like I'm sucking my own cock. "Holy shit! Where did that stupid idea come from? That fucking Brett has my head so messed-up!" Because of it's size, only the head of Mikey's boner goes into my throat. My nose is pressed against his shaved belly, and oh my, like I've noticed before, does he ever smell good! Both his hands are at the back of my head pulling my face against him as his hips thrust slightly, fucking the top part of my throat. It obvious he's done this before, and more than just a few times too. His climax comes in three minutes or so and it's a great one, most of it shoots down my throat, but his orgasm gets him so aroused he shoots off twice in my mouth too. Nice tasting cum; better than Junior's, but I'm still partial to Brett's. Of course, I got this thang for Brett anyway, so that's really not a fair contest. On the verge of spunking myself, I never did quite get there so that's a shame. Brett says, "Wow, you boys sure enjoyed yourselves. How'd ya like the rimming, Mikey?" Mikey's kinda out of breath and apparently less self-conscious about being naked now 'cause he's standing there slowly stroking his saliva-drenched pecker. He answers Brett, "The rimming was new and it's awesome alright, but my friend Ben and I give each other head once in awhile, so that wasn't new. We're not gay though!" Brett's like, "Oh, of course you're not. You can put your shorts back on now, then have cocksucker here help you bring out the stocks I showed ya earlier." In my head, I'm like, "Oh shit! Not the stocks!" The bottom part of the stock is quite heavy so Mikey has a tough time holding up his end, but we eventually get it to the spot Brett wants it. The half-moon cutout where I lay my neck is screwed onto a five foot long solid wood bench, hence the weight. Brett's very matter of fact when he tells me, "You know what to do," which means getting on my hands and knees and putting my head through the center cutout. I hate this, but I do as I'm told and Brett says to Mikey, "Fit the top piece over the back of his neck. You'll need to put some pressure on it because his neck's a little too fat." As Mikey's tightening down the top piece squeezing my anything but fat, size 14, throat against the smooth wood under my adams apple, Brett's adjusting the hinges at each end, explaining, "This is actually a pillory, but it's easier to say stocks. Stocks have smaller openings, two of them, for the ankles. The pillory usually has the head and both wrist secured and the person being punished needs to stand the whole time. If his punishment is severe, lasting days, he can die from heat exhaustion or what have you. Nice folks, our colonial ancestors." Two clicking sounds and I'm secured without a prayer of escape; especially when Mikey kneels down to put handcuff on my wrists. They're supposed to be preventing me from reaching the hinges, but I couldn't reach them anyway. I think it's more a matter of the strong physiological affect of being handcuffed with my neck in the pillory. To say I'm helpless is a gross understatement. My dick steadily shrivels as feelings of inferiority to Brett and Mikey grow and grow. I know they're both way better than me. Casually speaking, Brett says to Mikey, "Okay, he's sure as shit's not going anyplace. Let's take a break and get a soda." With his voice drifting away, Brett adds, "I gotta get some money out of the ATM too." As they leave the gym I can just barely hear Mikey ask, "Can we watch Junior train his fat boy-toy for awhile?" Apparently, now that Mikey's been put in his place, they can be buddies again! Brett chuckles, and I think he said, " How sadistic of you, wanting to see that fat boy humiliated... yeah, good idea." Then there's silence... they're gone and I'm surrounded by dead silence so deep it echoes in my ears. After hooking me up in the pillory like this, neither one of the boys gave me a second thought... how low can I go? It's stupid to waste time testing my mobility because, like the last time I was in this stock, mobility is very close to zero and there's absolutely no reason for it to be different this time... and it's not; I can barely move my legs and hands a few inches. At least I'm not in pitch blackness like last time, but still I'm feeling claustrophobia sneaking up on me again, it's a scary feeling that grows and grows the longer I'm incapacitated; it's like I'm stuffed into a box that's too small to hold me. After what seems a long time, I don't know exactly how long because I can't move my head to look up at the clock on the wall, I hear a key rattling in the door. I'm excited when the door unlocks and Brett and Mikey walk in, giggling again, of course. They're back to being fifteen year old fuck- ups; giggling for the sake of giggling. But now I don't care about the giggling; just, please, get me out of this fucking contraption! When the boys wander over to look down on me, Brett casually says, "Heh heh, look how red his face is; looks like a big apple. The opening's not big enough for his neck. This fucking pillory must have been for children, or maybe those colonial dudes were way smaller than we are nowadays." Mikey goes, "Awww, too bad about his neck! Hee hee hee. How 'bout a diet. I could monitor his food intake, keep it under a thousand calories a day or something... maybe under seven hundred a day. Increase his exercise, like that... that combination should drop some weight off him and eventually shrink his neck." Brett's like, "Well okay, Mikey! Great idea! Do it, man. Starting with his dinner tonight." I can't fucking believe my ears! I'm slim now, put me on a diet and I'll look like a skeleton. Leaving me in the stocks without a word for me, they meander over to the desk to brain-storm the diet idea; outbursts of laughter soon follow. I want to scream! And then beg for mercy. Five minutes or so, that seem to me like an hour, and they've back over to me. Both boys has his lubricated glove back on. "I'll finish showing you the rectal exam, Mikey," Brett says. Then Mikey asks, "Can I use that notebook on the desk? I think I need to take notes." I can just imagine Brett's superior, raised eyebrows, smug expression, as he says "Learned your lesson, did ya? Notes? What a good idea, Mikey. Sure, you can use it." When Mikey's back, pen in hand, Brett goes into a bunch of double-talk bullshit about the anus and rectum, some of which might even be true, but a lot of it was said for laughs and the boys are back to doing a lot of giggling. All through this so-called lecture, one or the other of the boys has a finger up my ass. Finally Brett says, "I've got the pad of my middle finger on his prostate right now, you push your finger in here next to mine and I'll show you exactly where it's at so you'll know for sure. We're going to be doing prostate milking this afternoon and in the future you'll be doing it by yourself." They both laugh as Mikey struggles getting his finger in next to Brett's. I can't move of course, but with a couple of fingers up my ass my mind's distracted and the horrible feeling of claustrophobia is pushed into the background. Mikey continues wiggling his finger up along side Brett's, it's real tight though... but feeling pretty good to me. The boys are almost on top of each other as this procedure progresses. Brett says to Mikey, "You smell good, ya know that?" I'm thinking, "Yes! Even though I'm straight I thought the same thing when I was sucking Mikey's dick. No way is Brett straight though... he's in deep denial of the obvious. When my captivity is finally over I'll be free of all this, but Brett's still going to be gay." That thought made me uneasy for some reason; I'd have thought it would make me feel good. To Brett's comment about him smelling good, Mikey says, "Thanks! Ya know, my kinky friend Ben smells good too. Um, by the way, would it be alright with you if I had him be my assistant in training Brian at home?" Brett says, "First, we need incriminating pictures of him to hold over his head to keep him from someday mentioning our little games to the wrong person, ya know?" Mikey says, "No problem, I'll take some and bring them with me Wednesday." "Then no problem, dude... he can be your assistant. Be tough on him, is my advise." They're having this casual conversation with fingers up my ass... it's beyond belief what I must endure. " Brett asks, "Can ya feel right where my finger is?" Mikey's like, "Yeah, I got it now." Brett's pulling his finger out, saying, "Lightly massage over that area until he has an excretion of seminal fluids." Mikey meeking says, "What's that mean?" Brett says, "He'll cum." Mikey, again meekly, asks, "Would you please jot down that first thing you said about fluids in my notes; I'll never remember it." Brett scribbles something on the note pad, saying, "Like I said, what you're doing is part of the prostate milking process, which is basically an orgasm denial tool. Boy-toy here will expels his spunk without feeling an orgasm. Get's the boys really horny after a week or so." Mikey's like, "Cool!" Brett asks me, "How often you been jerking off lately, and don't lie to me or I'll have your brother paddle your ass raw right here in the stocks!" He scares the shit out of me, no way am I going to lie; anyway, I'm kinda proud of my frequency. I say, "At least three or four times a day, master." And then, for some brownie points, I add, "My climaxes have been huge since entering your training program." He tells Mikey, "Yeah, I believe him. This stuff is turning him on, which is not necessarily the idea of it. We'll be fitting him with a chastity device though, probably Wednesday, and that'll cut into his enjoyment. Hey, that reminds me; I gotta get my brown satchel from the locker." He jogs off as Mikey continues massaging my prostate and it's feeling better and better up there. This ain't all bad, then I'm thinking, "Chastity device, what the fuck's that?" Brett's back, offering encouragement, "Go on, Mikey... milk that boy dry!" I'm experiencing a very pleasant sensation for a change; a nice contrast to the rest of the afternoon, which has been a real bitch! This is nice though, and I kind of like it that Mikey's going to be doing this to me, but I wish he wasn't wearing that vinyl glove... "And, why the fuck did I just have that bizarre thought?" Oh, I need to just ignore those brainwashed passing brain farts, just enjoy this pleasant sensation that's got my dick tingling. I can't help but squirm, and in the stocks it hurts my neck, but my cock is free and although it's not hard, it's feeling like it's going to be spewing cum any second now. Wish I could stroke myself, but if I take my handcuffed hands off the floor I'd be supporting myself with my neck, and that's not a real good idea. Oh god, I'm about to spunk... Mikey's right on my hot button. Good, that's a good thing 'cause I need a hot climax right about now! This is so hot it's taking my mind off the uncomfortable position I'm in. Then, just when an orgasm should have me feeling like I'm flying toward the sun, way the fuck out there in outer space experiencing a supernova, nothing happens. I feel my cum coming out through my dick, but there's no orgasm sensation. My cum flops out landing on the gym floor, but it isn't feeling especially good. I mean, it felt okay, but where are the bells and whistles?!! Where's the electricity buzzing in my balls and dick with my hips humping and my long toes curling? My spunk's been wasted for nothing. It's the orgasm, the hot indescribable climax that I need... just excreting the creamy fluid isn't much of anything. Goddammit! What a huge disappointment. Mikey asks, "Did he spunk yet?" Brett looks under me, and says, "Yep! A big load of boy juice on the floor, some still dripping from his short pipe. Jeez, that's a lot of juice... do you have big loads like this?" Mikey chuckles, embarrassed like, and mumbles, "Yeah, pretty big. Small cock, but lots of spunk. I shot a big wad down Brian's throat a little while ago. It was an awesome orgasm, but my nuts reload spunk quickly. My bud, Ben, can't compete with my cream production." He's sounding proud of himself and I'm thinking how he and I are alike in that respect; it's an awesome thing to be a huge spunk producer. But right now I'm totally not getting my share of anything. At least when it was just Brett and me, or even Junior and Brett and me, I'd climax like crazy. Now this... this milking thing, it's nothing!! Brett's like, "That's about all he's got in him... not bad. You can pull your finger out now." Mikey's like, "Ya know, it's sexy controlling a guy's spunk load; it's a rush. You could keep a person from having a real orgasm for like, like forever if ya wanted to." Brett chuckles, and says, "You got the heart and mind of a true BDSM master, no doubt about it. Control, dominance, and discipline... together they rock, dude!" I'm begging in my head, "Please get me out of this stock!" Brett's oblivious to my distress, he asks Mikey, "Ya ever seen a dildo?" Mikey says, "Not in person, but me and Ben look at them on-line from time to time. They're cool." Brett pulls out something from his satchel, and goes, "Take a look at this," Mikey starts laughing, then says, "Oh my god, a dildo with a doggie tail hanging off the end." I can't see it of course, all I can see is the floor under my head and some things with my peripheral vision, but Brett's had that thing in me before so I know what the fucking sinister thing looks like. Mostly though, I'm so frustrated being in stocks prison like this, I feel a crying jag coming on. Then hope! Brett says, "His ass is too low, it's inconvenient like that; get him out of that thing and we'll have him bend over like before and I'll show you how to screw this thing up his ass. Mikey's excited, he's fumbling with the hinge latches attempting to release them. He asks, "Can I do it today; after you show me, I mean?" Brett's like, "Hell yeah, you're going to be screwing it in every playtime starting Wednesday... you'll tie his nuts up tight, add the weights to stretch his scrotum, then screw in his tail and tie up his hind legs. We'll have ourselves a real dog. Every boy should have at least one dog, ya know?" Mikey's giggling again and I could kill him! Brett says, "Okay, I'll show you how I do it and then you can practice doing it. It's getting late today though, so this'll be the last training activity of the afternoon. Been fun though, huh?" Mikey's lifting the top part of the pillory as I drop a few tears of joy, free of that nasty torture device. He says, "It's been great fun today, Brett." The correct thing to say, but I can tell from the sound of his voice he's thinking about Brett's little reminder earlier of who's the boss; and it makes him cautious. Mikey's been very subservient to Brett since his comeuppance and I expect that to last quite a while. Brett's in lecturing mode again, "It's important to take care of our boy-toy, Mikey... get him a bowl of water. He's near dehydrated by now, I should think." I'm standing here not sure what I'm suppose to do until Brett says, "Come here Brian, sit on the bench." He's unpredictable so I don't know what to expect, but I do as I'm told. When I'm sitting where instructed he gets behind me and massages my shoulders with his strong hands, asking, "Ya having fun today," I'm thinking, "Is he kidding?? Delusional, or what? Fun, my ass!" What I say is, "Yes, I guess." He goes, "I was only kidding you earlier about your haircut. I love this scalped look Molly groomed you with, but whaddaya think about maybe we take it all the way down to the bare scalp? You know, shave it... she can do that and I'd like to see what a young guy looks like with a shiny shaved, totally bald head." I sort of raise my hand and turn my head to him, and he says, "Go ahead, speak... what is it?" "Please don't have my head shaved." This gets him annoyed, he doesn't care for any kind of rejection. I should know by now to just agree with everything he says. He goes, "Oh, fuck it! I don't really want to be bothered with this anyway. I'll assign Mikey to take you to Happy Tails Grooming next Monday and I'll let him decide if you're head's shaved or not." This is not good news, but what is good news is that Mikey's back with the bowl of water. Brett pushes the back of my head, and says, "Go ahead, whiner... get your drink." I get down on all fours, without even thinking about it, and scamper over to the bowl. No dust or dead bugs this time, but the greenish dried matter is still crusted on the inside of the bowl. Without giving it more than a glance I submerge my face and suck the water down. Mikey chuckles, but drinking with my face in the bowl is old news, so just a brief chuckle is all it's worth. After I drink every drop, Mikey takes me over to the spot we started the initial anal exam and has me bend forward, my hands on my knees again. Brett smacks my ass hard, saying, "Spread 'em!" I reach behind me with both hands to spreads my buttocks. Brett says to Mikey, "There's lube on the screw-in part of the dildo and, as you can see it's about a one inch diameter at the pointy end. That's obviously what gets screwed-in first, then the dildo tapers out to almost three inches at the end with the doggie tail. Your goal is to eventually have the dildo up his ass all the way so that the tail part is even with his anus." Mikey's like, "You mean his asshole can stretch to three inches?" "Sure! Even wider than that, but we'll stretch it over a couple of weeks period to just the three inch mark for now. You'll shortly be routinely screwing this baby up his ass all the way to the tail before each session." "Oh swell!" is what I'm thinking, but I'm so exhausted from today's activities I can't work up much concern for the dildo right now. I'd rather think about Brett's unexpected massage, and I'm also looking forward to the tender period when playtime is over. I don't really understand my reaction to many of the things Brett puts me through, but I know what will happen... a little tender loving care from him and I'm ready to forget the horrible parts of the previous two hours. Hell, I know it's his physiological manipulation that's fucking up my thinking, but what can I do about it except go along?! Brett's explaining to Mikey, "Ya push this plug end past his sphincter muscles firmly, like this." Brett bumps the end of the dildo inside me and man, it burns. Mikey goes, "Euuu, bet that smarts!" Ignoring that comment because my discomfort concerns aren't high on Brett's list of things he gives a shit about, he says "Turn it, or screw it in, like this... that's the best way I've found to do it," and as he screws it inside me the burning turns to pain, and I moan out a quiet, "Owww," and get a hard slap on my ass. "No sounds from you, just take it!" I grit my teeth for more turns of the dildo and quickly the tears are forming in my eyes and I'm grinding my teeth together and groaning quietly against the increasing discomfort. If he does one more twist I won't be able to help myself... I'm going to scream in pain. Brett stops just as I was about to beg for mercy, and says, "That's the inch and a half mark right there." I'm thinking, "Are you shitting me? That's only halfway in? It feels like a baseball bat's up my ass!" Mikey asks, "So there's still another inch and a half of dildo width that his anus will need to open-up for... that don't seem like much." Brett laughs, and says, "Well, it ain't a big deal for us, but I don't know what the dawg here might have to say about it... heh heh heh." The dawg here is thinking how I'd like to screw this fucking thing up Mikey's ass! Brett starts unscrewing it, saying, "Now you do it, Mikey." My brother's a bit clumsy about it and it hurts just as much in the early going, but by the tenth time he's screwed it inside me it isn't hurting much at all. Brett announces, "Okay that enough for now, leave it in him and have him run some laps so he can get used to the feel of it. It'll be in him for most of the playtimes from now on." Screwed inside me up to the inch and a half mark also means it's up inside my rectum about four inches, and it feels very full back there. It isn't hurting too badly until I begin running which proves very difficult. I gut it out though, to get this over with I do the laps running bowlegged much to the delight of Brett and Mikey. After a few laps Brett's all laughed out and he calls a halt to the proceedings and orders Mikey to bring me over to the desk. When we're there Brett has Mikey to take my tail out. While Mikey's doing that, Brett tells us he's got something totally new that'll finish off todays playtime. Brett pinches my nose, and says to me, "That dildo play opened you up back there and you'll shortly be glad of that! Ha ha ha! "What's he mean? Am I gonna get fucked finally?" to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com