Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2010 04:50:52 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION 7 by Donny Mumford BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION Chapter 7 by Donny Mumford Brett's doing something I've never seen him do before, he's pulling on his crotch, playing with his big dick. It's probably the bizarre situations he put me through this afternoon that's got him horny. He sure turned the humiliation meter way up there with the dog grooming and then making me march through the crowds in BJs shouting out my own cadence. Actually, today's been terrible right from the start with my little brother tying my nuts lower in my scrotum than Brett's ever done, and then paddling my ass with a vengeance. It's rough going through the humiliation and discipline, but later when I think back on certain parts of it I get sexually aroused and need to jerk off. It's that fucking brainwashing that makes me think this way! I wonder if Brett's been brainwashed by Junior, or their father... Hmmmm? Nah, my theory is that Brett's a gay fifteen year old kid with a BDSM fetish; it's as simple as that. Ingenious the way he's programed me to have a man-crush on him though; ya gotta admire that. Un oh, Brett just caught me staring over at him... the second our eyes meet I look down, muttering, "Sorry, master." Mikey's unscrewing the doggie-tail dildo from my ass so I'm bending forward at the waist, hands on my hips. It's a convenient position for Brett to reach over and give me two bare ass loud slaps, saying, "Don't be looking at me unless I'm talking to you!" and then a third stinging smack... I let out a muffled, "Owww". Mikey giggles at the smacks and gives me one of his own. Dammit, those smacks really sting! Then the doggie-tail-dildo is out and air rushes up my distended asshole, I go, "Ohhh!..." It feels so opened-up back there, so stretched, but the cool air feels good. Taking a chance, I sneak another glance at Brett who appears a little bit fired-up, groping his crotch with a gleam to his eyes. God, he's a cute kid! If ya didn't know better, you'd never suspect he's such a hard-ass taskmaster; not with his small body and baby face, and that boyish voice that sounds like he's going through puberty or something. But, 'ha!' to that! Check out the size of his organ and you'll know he went through puberty long ago! He's got his hands in his pockets, playing a little pocket ball, when he says, "Okay girls, listen up!" Mikey and I immediately give this little kid our undivided attention. He goes, "Today was a good playtime session; from my point of view anyway, hahaha... some hilarious stuff! That's what it's all about; this playtime stuff is nothing more than an elaborate game when ya get right down to it, and it should be enjoyed by all. That's what Junior's always saying... play your role and enjoy it to the fullest!" I'm like, "Is he fucking serious?... I'm supposed to enjoy being humiliated and caned? Ya gotta be kidding me, what planet is he from anyway?" Of course, my facial expression reflects no negativism; instead I maintain an interested demeanor, eating up every word he utters as if it's the Gospel. Brett continues his lecture in that superior manner of his, "Mikey, let me tell ya kid..." As if he and Mikey aren't the same age, actually, Mikey's older than Brett by almost a month! "... you were okay for a first-timer and even a bit of a quick study in some things so I assume you realize you over-stepped your bounds a number of times today. If ya wanna stay on my good side, do what you're told without questioning it; and do it as soon as I tell ya to. That's clear enough, right?" I'm thinking, "Holy Shit! What an ego... how does a fifteen year old get like this?" Nodding his head in my direction, Brett adds, "If you'd like to try the other side of things with the dawg here, that can be arranged too. You mess up again and you'll be on your hands and knees right next to him. Do you understand me; have I made myself clear?" I glance over at Mikey, his head is slowly moving up and down, agreeing with every word Brett says. Mikey's got good eye contact as he's nervously sucking on his lips; his voice cracks when he says, "Yes, you're clear, and please let me stay on your good side, Brett. I'll do better, I promise!" To that Brett gives his dead-eye stare... Mikey, getting no response from Brett, rambles on, "Um, and also, Brett, oh yeah, I definitely get what you're saying and it totally makes sense to me and it's very, very fair. Ya know, I admire you so much Brett, and it was a blast today, like you said! And, ah... um, oh yeah, being your assistant is such an awesome thing! I definitely learned my lesson about you being in charge, I mean I knew that anyway... ah, well, you taught me that lesson really well, like I said. I'm good with everything, really! I'll be a really good assistant for you." Wow! Can my brother suck up; what a fucking world-class brown-noser! Of course, he's had lots of practice at prep school sucking up to the bullies. Bullied in prep school and now he gets to do the bullying himself and he's all over it. Bullying me worse than Brett does. As soon as Mikey's done rambling, Brett leans over and smacks the back of his head, "Whatever!" he says. Then, "Ya got strike-one today, dude, and in my game it's two strikes and you're out. I'm just saying..." Not knowing what I'm suppose to be doing during this exchange I play it safe and stand at attention. Brett's gotta know he totally dominated Mikey earlier today; so this is just rubbing it in and watching my brother grovel. Mikey chirps out, "You won't see anymore 'attitude' from me, Brett. Anything you want, you can count on me!" Brett smirks arrogantly, then sarcastically says, "Oh, what a relief!" Mikey looks down blushing as Brett raises his voice, "Something big is about to happen, people! We're shortly going to be doing something very different and, Mikey, you're gonna be participating in both sides of it, so I'm glad to hear you're okay with it." Pacing back and forth in front of us dominant Brett begins another lecture directed at Mikey. I don't count, not important enough to be included or excluded in most lectures because boy-toys don't need to know the 'why' behind things. Brett says, "We end each session with a kind of 'make-up' period, forgiving each other for... well, for whatever. You know, I'll forgive all Brian's screw-ups during playtime as well as any screw-ups you've made, and once in a while I even screw-up myself, so we all let bygones be bygones. I don't hold your screw-ups against you and you two don't hold the disciple, or whatever, against me. We're even. Ya got it?" Mikey's head bobs up and down, "Oh, yeah, I remember you telling me about that. It sounds cool." Brett's sarcastic again, "Yeah, it's cool." He smacks the back of Mikey's head one more time, but smiles when he does it, then continues, "We do some tenderness things like brotherly hugs and some massaging or soothing of aches and pains, or maybe it's someones low self esteem that needs some TLC... in other words, get everyone calm and contended 'cause after all, we're not only doing this for fun, but also to help the boy-toys better themselves by sharing what Junior and I know about life; we share our unique perspective with you all." I'm thinking, "Oh yeah, you give, and you give, and you give! What a line of bullshit!" Mikey chimes in with, "Oh, I can see that, Brett. Brian's even told me he can see improvement in himself already." Brett's doing little downward waves of his hands, like 'calm down, don't over do it!' Then he continues his pompous lecturing, "After I've got everyone feeling good, I do some sexy kissing with the dawg here; the boy-toy. I do it like I'm kissing my girlfriend, Maggie. It's to help the big college senior here see he has no say in the matter, which teaches him humbleness. And the other thing is it helps establish in his subconscious that I'm superior to him in the same way a man's superior to a woman." Listening to this, I can't help wondering," Where'd Brett get the idea men are superior to woman? The Taliban? Maybe he and Junior spent some time in Afghanistan." I smirk to myself thinking that bizarre thought; the smirk is only in my mind, my outward expression indicates awe of Brett. Mikey's got this excited body language going for him... he's looking like a puppy dog wagging his tail, like maybe his master's just showed him car keys and he's gonna get to go for a ride... whoopeeee! That what Brett's body language brought to mind, and ironically it's how Brett wants me to act. I can't pull it off nearly as well as Mikey. Brett still hasn't said what the new thing is, but it's gotta be anal sex. The remark he made about my asshole being opened-up is fairly obvious. I haven't had time to know how I feel about him fucking me yet... or, I should say: how my brainwashed mind feels about it because I'm too busy concentrating on what Brett's doing and saying. Right now he's eyeing Mikey and me smugly, keeping us waiting for his next words; then he drags it our further taking a long drink of Coke. Young Brett obviously loves being the center of attention. Finally he continues, "Okay, this is my first time as lead trainer, and my first time having an assistant. Being a first timer I'm following Junior's example in most things and according to his schedule it's now time to move into my favorite area of boy-toy training. It involves the most dominant act one person can do to another, especially a person of the same sex. For you dunces in the group," Brett's smiling at that like it's funny, so Mikey and me smile too, "I'm referring to anal intercourse, of course," and another smile... he's feeling so superior and clever, reminds me of my early encounters with his brother. "Fucking a submissive person up the ass, particularly a person of the same sex is total domination! And, bluntly put; I'm going to fuck both of you, and then me and my assistant will take turns fucking the boy-toy here." Mikey appears stunned by the bluntness, maybe by the very idea of it although he did tell me a week or so ago that him and Ben were thinking about trying anal intercourse, so it's not an alien concept to him. Strutting in front of Mikey and me, his hands clasped behind him, Brett continues his bizarre lecture, "As Junior's assistant I haven't taken a lot of cherries from our boy-toys; he's got most of them, but I do have a couple of cherries on my belt so I know from personal experience that doing that, and basically taking their manhood, is a real high, a really hot high! Being mounted and fucked by a younger boy like me quickly became something the previous boy-toys came to look forward to. I kid you not when I say you may never again encounter another cock like mine, so don't take it for granted... enjoy getting fucked by the best. Junior says I'll outgrow my taste for fucking guys, but until then I'm gonna enjoy myself to the fullest!" Mikey's blushing now, looking a bit shocked and maybe scared too. As for me, I knew this was coming; plus, like I said, I'm brainwashed to like gay sex so I'm kinda looking forward to experiencing how it feels. I mean millions of gay men do it daily, so even though I'm straight I've got an open mind about it; something must be hot about it for so many to do it. Okay, yeah it's true, I'm also getting a charge out of my hot-shot little brother getting put in his place again too! He was taken by surprised when Brett said, "I'm going to be fucking both of you..." Listening to the lecture, Mikey's sitting on the edge of the desk fully clothed, and I'm of course naked, at attention, standing close to the desk. Brett's saying, "I don't mind admitting that I got caught up in today's playtime activities, it turned me on more than most of them do... probably having Mikey dominate his big brother has something to do with the heat. Having little brother participate in big brother's humiliation is quite arousing... ha ha, it's a hot hoot! And now, like I said, I got at least one cherry looking me in the eyes, and maybe two. How 'bout you Brian, you still got your cherry?" Mikey and me stare stupidly at Brett as he's saying these outlandish things; he says them as if he's discussing the weather and it's sorta put us into a kind of trance. I mean, how can a fifteen year old kid be so confident and dominate? We're spellbound I think; Brett has become sorta of a guru to us; and yes, I know, we're pathetic. I can't help it though; I think Brett's the coolest person in the world, just like Mikey said earlier. In my present frame of mine I almost feel proud Brett's chosen me to dominate even though I know how idiotic that sounds. I can't see how admitting Frank Barns fucked me about forty times is going to help matters; it'll only complicate things, so I say, "Sure, of course I still have my... ya know, cherry!" Brett snarls, "Watch your tone of voice when you're talking to me! Look at me!" My eyes go to his, and he asks, "What about that kid you sucked off, ya mean he never fucked your boy pussy? Is that what you're telling me?" Mikey's eyes got big when he heard I was blowing a kid; he didn't knew about Frank and me. My face blushes bright red and I purposely don't glance over to Mikey 'cause my eyes feel damp and I don't want him to see that. Goddamn that Frank Barns, he took advantage of me back then by doing mind control, just like Brett's doing to me now... I must be susceptible to it. Because of the mind manipulation as a twelve year old I followed Frank and nagged him to fuck me; that summer and I had the strongest urge to be fucked by him. He was a bossy kid too and when the nagging got too annoying he made me pull my pants down and lay across his lap for my spanking. He said I was the country's first stalker, but it was him who tricked me into doing it... the bastard! Brett's question about my so-called cherry has caused sweat to break out on my forehead and I hesitate answering, Brett shouts, "That hesitation tells me you're lying! You're a liar, aren't you?!" He's staring right at me and I can feel my eyes tearing up completely, as I whine, "Oh, ya mean as a little kid. Well, um, well yeah, if that's what you meant. Frank did me once or twice, I guess you could say." Brett exhales a long exasperated breath, and says, mimicking my whine, "Frank did me once or twice I guess you could say...." Then he yells, "Bull shit! Look your baby brother in the eyes and tell him the truth! How many times have you been fucked up the ass by another boy? If I think you're lying I'll cane you until I get the truth." My heart's pounding as I turn to face Mikey. He didn't even smirk this time; he appears fascinated and interested. I stuttered, "Um, ah, ah... I, I don't know exactly, but this kid, Frank Barns, fucked me something like twenty-five times." Mikey looked astonished as Brett yelled. "How many time?" and I quickly said, "At least forty," and my eyes drop to the ground. When I sneak a peek back up, Mikey is smirking big time now, then he murmurs, "Slut! Nymphomaniac!". Brett's laughing, "Forty times, oh my god ... that's awesome! Okay, let's make the assumption that you have none of your original cherry left, but there's still your adult cherry, so that'll go today. Good! We're good to go." He's as upbeat as I've ever seen him. He asks, "Ready to follow my instructions?" I'm happy we're past my forty fucks, so I immediately say, "Yes, master," and then Mikey quietly mumbles, "I'm ready, Brett." Brett asks, "Your first time Mikey, right?" My brother nods his head. The blushing on my face is still a little hot, but since Mikey just agreed to be fucked up the ass I guess I can lighten up a little. Brett says, "Let's recap... We now know the boy-toy dawg has both sucked cock and taken it up the ass many, many times; and we know Mikey here has sucked his buddy's cock and been sucked off by his buddy. Well, that quite a sexually active family we got here, slanted heavily towards the homo side of things of course, but I don't judge. Let's just say there's a possibility ya might be a tad over-sexed. Not that there's anything wrong with that, 'cause I am too." Now Brett's doing a lifting motion with his hands indicating Mikey should get up off the desk, he says, "Into the locker room and get those clothes off. I want both of you stark naked." Mikey slides off the desk looking apprehensive, but he'd been naked earlier today so what's the big deal. I'm usually the only one naked but now I got my little brother to keep me company; hee hee! I bet this isn't going exactly how Mikey had hoped. Heading for the locker room I'm trying to keep up with Brett and Mikey on my hands and knees, as Brett tells my brother, "Untie his nuts when we get inside and, by the way, his scrotum is hanging low, so good job on that... keep it up!" Brett's full of compliments this afternoon, he's almost bubbly because he knows he'll be fucking the Knight brothers in short order. As Mikey slowly gets undressed, Brett's got more to say, "My speech about the gay sex nature of this part of playtime will be short and sweet; it's the one Junior's been using for two and a half years. Neither Junior or me is gay, but we're addicted to these BDSM games and they often create sexual urges in us. Power over others can be an aphrodisiac, ya know. Anyway, we take the opportunity that's right in front of us, in the form of submissive boy-toys like you two, to relieve our need for an orgasm. It's a sexual high to fuck another guy up the ass and I crave it more than Junior, but he says I'll outgrow it, as I mentioned earlier. By the way, historically speaking, most prisoners in jail aren't gay when they sodomize their cellmate; they just need to relieve sexual urges and since they're the dominant one, they fuck the submissive one. It's nature's survival of the fittest thingie and I've already explained about me taking your cherries which should help you see where you and I stand as far as that survial thing goes... it'll be Mikey's real cherry and Brian's adult cherry." He chuckles, and adds, "Hey, I might let my assistant take his older brothers adult cherry, yeah... that rocks! What do ya say to that, assistant?" Mikey gulps noticeably, from excitement I think, and manages to squeak out, "Awesome!" Maybe he's more nervous than excited, or maybe the other way around... hard to tell. I'm still on my hands and knees as Mikey, naked now, takes the string from around my nuts. Brett tells him, "Sit right there Mikey, use your brother as a bench and I'll finish up what I got to tell ya before the fun begins. Mikey giggles, then sits on my back with both feet resting on the floor next to my right arm and thigh. His bare ass feels funny on my back; I can distinctly feel both ass cheeks, but not the hair around his anus that I noticed when I'd rimmed him earlier today. Of course his limp cock and balls, hanging over my side, on my ribs, feels odd; the skin is smooth and almost silky. My dick firms up a little as I consciously take inventory of how my back and side feel, skin to skin with my brother's ass and private parts. Mikey isn't that heavy, but it's degrading to be used as a piece of furniture. Bret says, "That'll help you get used to the feel of each other and make it less awkward during your first fuck. During upcoming playtimes Brian will learn the various positions I want him in for mounting. Everything will go smoothly after the initial breaking-in period which usually includes a lot of paddling. Today, well; a first time is never as good as one would hope, but we'll make do. Blatantly telling you all this, face to face, gives me a semi-boner... you're both such pussies, so eager to say, 'Yes, Brett!' You agree to everything I say, and that's a rush for me. It also means I'm doing my job properly with the training. Being harsh and extremely dominant is the way to go. It gets you subs trained quicker and saves you from a lot of discipline that'd you'd get if we strung the process out. I don't know, maybe you like being dominated. I can't imagine it, but Junior tells me some guys love it and I guess there's weirder things in life. You'll do what I tell ya while I'm fucking you hard, and you'll learn to love it! Oh, and don't think because I'm fifteen I don't know what I'm doing 'cause, like I said, Junior and me have been doing this successfully for over two years, and during that time I've fucked quite a bit. I started at thirteen, didn't take many cherries, but have had a lot of sloppy seconds. This afternoon I'm adding you two to my list of conquests." Mikey and I remain stationary, him sitting on my back with his legs crossed now, both of us spellbound again and absolutely astonished at the arrogance, confidence, and unmitigated gaul of this pint-size kid. He unhesitatingly laid this bizarre scenario out in the most matter-of-fact manner imaginable; telling us what he's going to do to us and even going so far as to tell us how we're going to like it. I'll bet Mikey's feeling like me, very inferior and very, very submissive to this marvelous freak. He says these mind-numbing things sounding like a college professor explaining how the moon's gravity effects the tides. The inferior and submissive posture Brett creates in me is sexually exciting. He said some guys love being dominated and I think he's made me one of them 'cause he creates a strong buzzing in my groin, feeling really good. Brett steps over to Mikey motioning with his hands that Mikey should stand up. When he does Brett cups Mikey's cock and balls like he did earlier today. It's as if Brett owns Mikey's sex organs and is only letting Mikey use them. He says, "You've had oral sex with your friend, so let's see if you're any good." Mikey's reverted to his wuss persona and is totally under Brett's control. Brett, holding Mikey's package in his strong little hand, reaches up with the fingers of his other hand and pulls down on Mikey's chin... in a trance, Mikey lowers his head and opens his mouth. Brett smirks, and murmurs, "Good boy..." as he puts his thumb on Mikey's tongue, saying, "Practice on my thumb, then I'll let you suck my cock." He said it low and sexy, with his face almost touching my brother's face. Mikey closes his mouth gently and his lips and jaws get working sucking Brett's thumb. Brett lightly massages Mikey's cock and balls as a quiet grunt, almost a moan, comes from Mikey's throat; his eyes moist, fixed on Brett's. Mikey's cock is firming up as Brett's using the palm of his hand to rub on that four inch penis. When Brett finally takes his hand away, Mikey's boner sticks out from his body, then hardens some more on it's own and moves upward until it points at Mikey's belly button. Brett smugly glances at it as my brother moans around the thumb in his mouth. I'm still at attention, staring at the dominance Brett's exhibiting over Mikey. No one is saying anything, all I hear is a wet slurping sound as Mikey tongues and sucks Brett's thumb. When Brett speaks, his words sound like they're coming from an echo chamber, he says, "You're gonna find my cock a lot bigger than my thumb, and certainly a lot bigger than your friend's cock! You ready for it?" Goosing Mikey's crotch hard, then pulling his wet pink thumb from Mikey's mouth, he asks again, "You ready to suck a man-size cock for once?" Mikey meekly says, "Yes, Brett." Brett snarls, "Well ask for it nicely then!" Mikey looks down, and quietly asks, "May I please such your cock, Sir?" Smirking at Mikey, then glancing at me with a victorious expression, he says to me, "You'll get your chance. Stand taller!" I stiffen my posture as Brett's unzipping his fly, then whips out his cock. It's in a semi-boned state already, like mine. Mikey does his familiar wide-eyes expression at the sight of that monster cock; it's size is exaggerated because it's hanging between the legs of such a little boy. Brett takes his big meaty dick in his fist, shakes it, and says, "Get on your knees assistant, and suck your bosses cock!" Mikey takes a deep breath, then gets right down on his knees and gingerly takes Brett's big cock from Brett's fist and slowly leans his head, with his mouth open wide, forward.. the head on Brett's cock is as big as a plumb. The dark red plumb disappears quickly, sucked into Mikey's mouth. Mikey milked my nuts dry earlier this afternoon, but watching him suck Brett's big cock gets me aroused, and I begin playing with myself. Standing there casually massaging my four-incher attracts Brett's attention; he says to me, "Stop that!' and to my brother, "Watch the teeth!" Mikey nods his head slightly, saliva running down his chin; a long slurping sound follows and Brett's hips hump into Mikey's face with Brett grunting, then saying to me, "Get between us and suck your little brother's little prick. You need to keep busy until I'm ready to mount you." Mikey makes a muffled sound and holds his cock away from his groin, which is still shiny from the close shave I gave it this morning. Brett nods his head that I'm to get down and suck it. It's awkward getting in between Mikey, who's on his knees and Brett's who's legs almost touch Mikey's thighs, but I managed to get my head in there and get Mikey's cock in my mouth. Thank god for Brett's brainwashing because I'm not only willing to do this, but anxious to. Saliva drips from Mikey's chin hitting my almost bald head as I suck Mikey cock in my warm wet mouth. Mmmm, he smells good and I really like his little cock... well, it's not little, it's average size like mine. The only sounds for the next few minutes are sounds of cocksucking, wet mouth sounds with an occasional quiet moan from Brett and subtle sounds from Mikey's throat indicating pleasure. I suck my brother's cock into a boner that's as hard as a wood pole, and enjoy the hell out of every second of it. Looking up with my eyes at the top of their sockets, I see my brother's throat grotesquely distended by Brett's cock; Brett's legs are leaning into the back of my head as he's pressing his crotch against Mikey's face, then he backs off maybe seven inches and I see his fat shiny wet boner extending from his thick pubic bush to my little brother's lips. Brett waits a second, then pushes his big boner back down my brother's throat again... total dominance. One of the hottest, sexiest things I've ever seen... or imagined. After a while Brett smacks the back of Mikey's head, and says, "Back off assistant-boy!" Mikey pulls his head back slowly and out of his mouth, inch by inch, comes Brett's dripping-wet fat cock; my eyes bulge out of my head at this close-up spectacle. I've had that big thing down my throat a few times too, and it's awesome! I gotta admit though, Mikey's got Brett harder than I've ever got him; don't tell me he's a better cocksucker than me too! Mikey, mimicking what Brett did to him, begins humping his hips into my face, then gets a hand on the back of my head to keep me in place while he drives his cock to the back of my throat and down past my gag reflex area. My cock is hard and I'm so into sucking my brother off I almost miss Brett's order to, "Keep sucking his cock, but do it on all fours." When I'm on my hands and knees, Mikey's boner still in my throat, Brett says, "You too Mikey, pull your cock out of his mouth and get right next to your brother on your hands and knees." When we're both on all fours, Brett says to me, "Get your head under your brother and get that boy's tiny cock back in your mouth... I'm going fuck you both now... I'm gonna take your manhood from ya, such as it is. How ya like that?" My neck stretches getting my head under Mikey crotch and his cock in my mouth. With my pussy, er... my ass, in the air Brett smacks it a few times, then mounts me. There's plenty of lubricant in my rectum from the dildo play, and my sphincter muscle's been stretched, but Brett's big meat still goes in tight... it goes in, and in, and in. I thought he'd never stop pushing that long salami up my ass. The pain is constant and I'm gritting my teeth to take it like I know Brett expects. When he forces his cock over my prostate I let out a quiet moan of pleasure, forgetting about the pain for a second. His boner mostly up inside me, Brett pulls back a few inches, smacks my ass hard, then two more smacks before steadily pushing all the way back up my ass. That huge cock massages my prostate gland causing dribbles of precum to drip, drip, drip to the floor between my legs. The pain and pleasure are about fifty-fifty now. Brett's breathing through his teeth making long "Shhhhhh" sounds as he retracts and again pushes his big boner up my rectum; when his crotch is pressed against my buttocks he give one more hump rocking me forward and almost pushing my head away from Mikey's cock. My turned-to-stone balls begin swinging and even though they're sore precum drools from my boned-up dick just the same, allowing me to actually hope for a orgasm... the prostate milking took most of my spunk but I should be able to manufacture enough for a decent climax. Brett gets a steady long humping going and it feels really good now, it still hurts some going up my ass but I don't care because the sexual pleasures are overriding the hurt part. The fact that it's a fifteen year old boy fucking me adds to my arousal... it's obvious I love being dominated, and getting fucked by this kid is really turing me on. When he stops fucking me and pulls all the way out, I take my mouth away from my little brother's boner to utter, "Na no, don't... ooohhh, it was feeling good, master." Two hard slaps on my ass and I look up to see Brett's shiny wet plum-shaped cock head at my Mikey's hole. The scream from Mikey when Brett forces his way in is blood curdling, but it doesn't slow Brett down. Driving his cock up Mikey's ass, Brett mutters, "Learn to take it... take it all!" and then a number of loud slaps as Brett smacks Mikey's ass. I smirked to myself, thinking, "Give it to him, Brett!". The hollering from Mikey went on for at least five minutes and it got to be disconcerting, Brett finally told Mikey, "Yell all you want... I'm breaking you this afternoon, you'll learn to love it, or you won't, in either case you'll learn to submit. I've got your cherry, and I'm going for your manhood too. I'll have it if I make you cum... and you will cum." The sound of Brett's sloppy boner driving up my whimpering brother's ass is so fucking hot and sexy I start stroking my cock again hoping it's going to be my turn again soon. I'm licking around Mikey's balls when I all of a sudden realize the significance of Mikey whimpering instead of screaming; it's beginning to feel good now and the pain is fading. Then, with Brett doing three fast smooth long thrusts up Mikey's ass, I hear, "Ahhh , oooh , yeaaah," very quietly, coming from Mikey. Brett's broken him, Mikey's rectum muscles have finally relaxed enough to accommodate this large intrusion and it's feeling oh-so-fine! Now Mikey's pushing back into Brett's thrusts, grunting, "Yes, yes, yes... feels good, Brett..." Now that Brett's got Mikey begging for it, he pulls out of his ass and a long string of precum stretches from my brother hole to Brett's long boner. Mikey quietly begs, "I was right on the edge... take my manhood, Brett... please." I've got Mikey's balls in my mouth when I hear him begging to be fucked, it reminded me of myself begging Frank to fuck me and my cock got harder and dripped some more. Brett says, "Okay, as a favor to you," then the squisy sound of Brett pushing his big dick way up Mikey's ass as he squirted precum to ease the way... that was followed by quick hard thrust with Mikey going, "Uh!" with every thrust. Less then a minute and Mikey squeals like a girl, and fires spunk into my mouth. It happened so fast I pulled my head away as he spurted cum onto the locker room floor, then another long spurt. I swallowed his first shot and watched as the cum pooled on the floor with Brett pounding his cock up Mikey's ass and Mikey moaning with pleasure. Brett pulls out, his face red and his breathing coming fast. Four fast slaps on my brother's ass has him yelping quietly and reaching down pulling on his pud, the back of his hand rubbing against my nose. Brett side steps over to me and I push my pussy up at him and pull my head out from Mikey's crotch, Brett says, "Ask me for it!" With my little brother's spunk taste still in my mouth, I go, "Fuck my pussy, please, fuck me hard..." Brett leans over me and, supporting himself with a hand on my back, he smacks my face four times causing tears to run down my stinging cheeks. "I said ask me, not order me!" and another two face slaps, before he stands straight, and I meekly asks, "Will you please fuck me, master. Please." Just like that he pushes the plum head of his cock past my sphincter muscle and it's tight again, but after a half dozen slower thrust he's got an easy smooth rhythm going again. Nothing in my life has felt this good. If Frank Barns fucked me this good as a twelve year old I'd probably still be following him around begging him to fuck me. Still, the thought of losing my adult cherry to a child does makes me feel weak and powerless. Make the best of it though, why ruin the pleasurable aspect of this experience? It feels real good, really hot and as Brett fucks me hard I forget about everything except the awesome feeling in my rectum. After a mere three minutes of ecstasy, Brett grunts and says, breathlessly, "You, assistant-boy, stand up!" Mikey slowly, seemingly reluctantly gets up off his hands and knees to stand, his boner still hard and shiny with my saliva and his own spunk dripping from the pee slit. Brett mumbles, "You're gonna fuck your brother's adult cherry out of him. Fuck his boy pussy until he has an orgasm, then you'll own the only cherry he has left. I'll bet you can get yourself another little orgasm while your at it." Done giving Mikey his orders, Brett leaves his boner way up inside me, leans over my back and slaps my face again, then again, "You like me fucking you college man? Do ya, huh?" Two more slaps on my face and I'm groaning with the sensations of being totally dominated. "Do you, faggot?" I moan, "Ohhh, oh my god, yes, master... please don't stop fucking me!" He sounds disgusted, "You're such a pussy!" Brett pulls out of me for the second time this afternoon and I go, "Ohh noo, please..." my backside has that wide-open, empty feeling back there... the same way it felt when Brett pulled out of me earlier and the same way it felt when the dildo was pulled out. Then I feel my brother push his boner up my ass, and I'm thinking, "Oh man, no way this tiny cock is gonna make be spunk!" then I correct myself, "No way this smaller cock..." not, tiny cock... it's a duplicate of mine. Funny thing, Mikey's actually riding my ass really good, his knees bent and against the sides of my buttocks and thighs... it feels good and as soon as my sphincter tightened-up it gets better. Never the awesome feel of Brett's big boy, but my cock is hard and I feel my sore nuts churning spunk as Mikey, breathing in burst and grunting with the effort of fucking me hard. Soon I'm seeing dots in front of my eyes and I start groaning and pushing back into his thrusts... the vision in my head of my little brother's cock up my ass has me grunting and groaning as the orgasm sensations come on me fast and once it starts it grows and grows. I end up squealing out my little brothers name as spunk shoots from my boner to splatter on the locker room floor joining my brother's spunk laying in a pool two feet away. Then three more smaller shots; nothing like my brother's volume because he milked me earlier, but what there was of it felt awesome. Hot sizzling sensations all around my groin and asshole and rectum, definitely new sensations, different from those I get sucking cock or jerking off. And definitely different than those I got from fucking my girlfriends; my brother fucking me is so much hotter than that it's like this is sex and that was make believe. I'll tell you, it's given me a new way of thinking about Mikey. Maybe he's aroused for the same reason: we're brothers, one fucking the other. Whatever, he's still thrusting his four inches of bone up my ass, grunting with the effort and smackiong my ass every other time he humps into my body. Even though I already blew my load, it feels really good and I'm hoping it goes on for a while, then I hear a gasp and look back to see Brett mounting Mikey. Again, it's hard going taking that huge meat, but he takes it this time without all the screaming; he went right to the whimpering stage. As Brett fucks him, Mikey's laying on my back with his dick up my ass; he's giving Brett full access to his boy pussy. It's like Mikey is inviting Brett to enjoy the pussy he now owns. Mikey's face came down at the back of my head as both our bodies rock roughly back and forth from Brett's violent thrusts up Mikey's ass. For a second there I thought I was going to cum again, but it was Mikey who had the second orgasm. He fired a small second load up my ass. I felt the first stiff shot and heard Mikey's quiet girl-like squeal again. Right after the squeal Brett flooded my little brother's rectum with spunk. I could tell because first a surprised yelp from Mikey, and then the sloppy sound of Brett's monstrous cock plowing up the spunk filled pussy of my brother. Nothing in my experience comes close to the sexuality and sensuousness of the past fifteen or twenty minutes, but things began to calm down and I noticed things like the sweat that's built-up between Mikey's belly and my back, and Brett slowing down his thrusts. It's pretty much over and I feel like I'm floating in ecstasy. Out of breath, Brett pulls out of Mikey and says, "Both you pussies turn around here, get around here facing me on all fours. Mikey quickly pulled out of me and I stifle a moan as we both scurried around." Brett slaps my face for the fifteenth time, saying, "Take it in your mouth girl, do it!" then another slap. In a daze of slaps, insults, and erotic sensations I take hold of his boner that's dripping with various things like lube from my ass, his precum, yucky juices from both my ass and my brother's; it all goes into my mouth and I savor it like it's a delicious dessert. Pulling on my own boner get me two more slaps across the face, numbers sixteen and seventeen. "Don't touch yourself, cunt!" Who cares what he calls me or that he gives me harsh discipline, I'm so turned-on sexually at the moment I don't care about anything except Brett's penis. Brett does a firm thrust of his hips and that big slong is deep down my throat with me gagging at the suddenness of it. As it goes down, Brett lets a long, "Ahhhh," slip out, then he says to Mikey, "Get ready to have your cock cleaned by the dawg," Brett pulls his clean-up cock out of my mouth and Mikey gets up on his knees in front of me, slaps my face like Brett does, and says, "Suck this filthy cock, pussy!" I'm in a fog of sexual highs as plop my brother's cock into my mouth, then suck on it strong enough to draw random spunk up from his pee slit. Brett's behind me and again pushes his saliva dripping boner up my ass, and again it feels wonderful; I moan around my brother's boner. Brett does about ten thrusts before pulling out muttering, "Too sensitive," meaning his dick, not my ass. As I finished cleaning the junk off Mikey's cock, it dawns on me that I love getting fucked... a revelation! Or is it? No more orders from Brett after that, it's coming-down-time for all three of us. We're all drained of energy, even Brett... and I gotta believe all three of us are sexually satisfied for the moment too, not just me. It was an orgy choreographed by Brett and while I didn't get to fuck anyone, I discover I love being fucked, so that's a mighty big deal. I'm going to keep that revelation to myself however because it might just be a carry over from way back when Frank Burns did the mind control on me. Anyway there's a huge gorilla in the room now and it's the unmistakable homosexual nature of everything that's gone on here for the past twenty minutes. Playtime is borderline gay, but this is a full-blown homo orgy. Even so, I'm too exhausted to think about the ramifications of that right now, but I have a feeling it's going to be a problem sooner or later, I mean... has Mikey been brainwashed too? Or is he gay like I'm sure Brett is? Brett has me clean up the spunk while he and Mikey clean themselves of cum, saliva, assholes stuff, penis drippings, and lube. I did some personal cleaning with paper towels as I cleaned the floor. Then Brett sent Mikey in for his shower and he and I did the boy-toy and master cuddling and make-up session. Me naked on my knees and Brett standing, fully clothed. We did some nice hugging with Brett going through his usual questioning of me to determine if there was anything he did to me today that I didn't like, which is absurd because, aside from the sexual pleasures I've been brainwashed to enjoy, I didn't like 100% of the rest, but he's being nice and cuddly and seems so sincere that I don't want to upset the apple cart, I say, "No, I guess not, but I like this time the best." I didn't want to mention the fucking we just did because I don't know how I'll feel about it a few hours from now and I don't want to say something I'll regret later. This nice period goes on for maybe ten minutes and believe it or not, he's so good at it I'm ready to forgive all the indignities I went through today by the time he's done cunning me. It's a gift he has, but also; it probably wouldn't matter if I said I didn't like something, so why take a chance. The important thing is it seems as though he really likes me; I want to think that, anyway. Brett tells me he forgives me for all my screw-up and I say I forgive him for hurting me. It's all nonsense of course, and a couple of hours from now I'll realize how stupid it is, but for now it's peaceful and wonderful. Obviously, contrasting this so-called tender time with the sadistic behavior earlier makes this seem like Nirvana for me, or something like that. Brett shows Mikey how to bath me, which is to say: me on all fours in the shower while he scrubs me with a long handled brush. I get dressed and wait in the parking lot while Brett gives Mikey last minute instructions for my training at home. Then out come both boys, Brett calls me to attention, and says, "A few last minute details, Brian. First, you're to assume your little brother has all the power and authority I have over you. What he says goes. If you think he's overstepped his bounds, do what he told you to do, then I'll give you a chance to complain at the next playtime. If I judge that he did overstep he'll be paddled; on the other hand if, in my opinion, he didn't do anything wrong you'll be paddled. Second, I've informed Mikey to impose a diet for you of 700 calorie per day. This is for your own good to reduce your neck size for the stocks; we want you to be more comfortable in them. That's important because later, when we have our sleep over training, you'll be in the stocks over night. Lastly, no smoking. Mikey says he wants to continue smoking and he's an assistant trainer so he's allowed, but I'm insisting, for your own benefit, that you quit. Your brother will enforce these rules." I'm struck dumb, especially about the smoking ban 'cause I crave the nicotine. Oh hell, I should stop though, it's bad for my health, but what about the diet? That can't be good for me, can it?" Brett told me this stuff in a pleasant manner, then he adds, "Ya know, Brian... you're my favorite boy-toy ever. I'm hard on you because I want the best for you and no matter what you think now, you'll enjoy this program more and more the further you get into." He reaches up and pats my cheek, sorta like a grandmother might do to her seven year old grandson, and asks, "What are your feelings toward me at this point?" He sounds as though it means a lot to him so I find myself getting teary, as I say, "I'm embarrassed to say how much I admire you... and like you." Brett's like, "Good, that means I'm doing what's right for you." One more pat on my cheek, then Brett's all business again, "Well then, that's it. Mikey has laid out the immediate changes he plans to implement at home for you and I approve of them so do as he says. See you tomorrow at work," then turning to Mikey, he says, "Be tough with him, he needs it. See ya Wednesday," and he walks back in the building to wait for Junior, and a ride home. I follow him inside with my eyes, then I'm left in my brother's charge. Mikey says, "At ease. Let's go, walk slightly behind me, on my left side," and we walked in that manner, in silence, to the car... I felt Mikey's authority right from the start. As I'm driving us home Mikey reaches in my side pocket and takes my pack of cigarettes, lights one up and says, "Make sure you always have cigarettes on you for when I want one, but you're forbidden to smoke as long as I'm in charge of you. Do you understand me?" So much like Brett! I say, "Yes, Michael," and he scuffed the top of my head with the palm of his hand, just because he can, then blows smoke in my direction; my peripheral vision catches the smug look on his face when he says, "Pull into the Dairy Queen and get me a small vanilla cone. You're on a diet, so nothing for you." He staring at the side of my face, maybe expecting me to give him a hard time about that... no way. As I put my turn signal on, I say, "Yes, Michael," he's going to get the same respect I give Brett because I know he's looking for a reason to get me caned and I don't intend giving him one. After parking I get out and wait in line for Mikey's cone. When it's my turn I order, then feel a pat on my back, "Brian? Is that you? What's with the shaved head, dude? How ya been?" Grabbing the cone, I step out of line to do a quick handshake and one arm hug with my old bud from Dover, Tylor Makkey. We played a lot of b-ball together and, more importantly, double-dated twins who weren't great looking, but who put-out on a regular basis. Tylor and I would joke to each other, "Don't forget: we need extra strong, higher priced condoms for these babes!" I start to tell Tylor about me working this summer and how much I'm looking forward to my senior year at Brown when Mikey yells, "Brian, get that cone over here right now!" Trying to save face, I say to Tylor, "Heh heh, my bro and me are in the middle of a little ball-breaking game, I'll catch ya later... 'kay?" Mikey yells, "Run!" and, my face blushing, I nod at the open-mouthed Tylor with the incredulous expression on his face, and then I take off in a sprint to quickly get Mikey his cone. I didn't have the guts to look back at Tylor... another old buddy I'll never be able to look in the eyes again. Glad to be out of there, I'm driving home when Mikey says, "Stop at Staples and buy yourself a pocket size note pad and a ball point pen. You'll be responsible to have those items on your person when dressed, or near by otherwise. I'll be asking for them when I need to log demerits for you." I don't even acknowledge this latest command, and I'm taking a chance by not doing so, but how can I be expected to take these demoralizing put-downs 24/7? I drive to Staples and get the pad and pen, then ask, "Any other stops, Michael?" He says, "I don't believe I like your tone, mister!" I meekly reply, "I'm sorry, Michael, really I am, but I'm so tired. Please forgive me." He's very dismissive, saying, "Well, there's more to be done before you can rest. First off you'll dismantle your twin bed and store it, and the mattress and pillow, in our apartment unit's storage cage in the basement. You'll be sleeping on the floor next to my bed until further notice. Tell mom you hurt your back lifting something on the dock and it's best if you sleep on a flat surface. Also, it's your responsibility to think up reasons you'll be eating hardly anything when we share a meal with mom. Claim an upset stomach or a big lunch... whatever. Also, I'll be using the bathroom first, and you'll need to ask my permission to use it... and, ooh yeah; when we're in the bedroom you'll have your hands tied behind your back at all times, including when you sleep. Do you understand me?" I try to sound positive when I say, "Yes, Michael." He actually giggles, and mumbles, "Fag," then, speaking louder, he goes, "Speaking of 'fag', I'm going to fuck you before sleeping tonight; so now you have something exciting to look forward to, don't you?" I answer quickly, "Oh, um... well yes. I mean, really? I didn't know if you liked doing that." Mikey says, "Don't be a jackass... I'm doing it for you, not me. Brett says I need to do something nice for you before we go to sleep each night... sorta like his tender periods at the end of playtime." Thank god for my brainwashing. I'm actually looking forward to me brother fucking me again. He's already got my manhood cherry, so what the fuck?!... to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please notice: Chapter 8 will be delayed about six weeks because Tuesday I got a huge surprise at work; I got myself promoted. Didn't see that coming at all, actually, and I've mixed feelings about it. Happy for the recognition and additional money, but sad to leave some of the guys I've worked with since starting with this company eighteen months ago... my first job out of college. Also sad not to be able to do my hobby, writing, as I'll be traveling (starting this Sunday). I'll have a company issued laptop with me, but I won't have the free time to do a story justice, plus I don't feel safe writing on that laptop, so the next chapter will have to wait until after the management training period... (ironic that I'm in a training program just like Brian, well, not exactly like his) Answering emails with the laptop is not a problem, but an erotic gay BDSM story might be! LOL! I'm real sorry about this delay because I was just getting into it! I'm not sure exactly when I'll be able to get back to the story, but if you'd like a copy of the next chapter when I do (chapter 8), or a notice when it's available on Nifty, drop me a line and I'll start a new list. Thanks for your awesome support of this series. Also I invite you to try other of my stories on boys4boys.org There's quite a bit of teen BDSM in a series I wrote called A Submissive Boy's Story especially the first two chapters and the last one. Donny