Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 22:20:08 -0800
From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com>
Subject: gym-stud-4

Gym Boy Cum: 4
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  By TopLegal

  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

  (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Day 27 and My Brother My Other Lover
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  After the first punishment things are never quite identical as
  they were before. The same was true of Jason. My quite thoroughly
  administered ass blistering had clearly affected him. The
  perfectly measured chastity belt that kept him from touching
  himself or experiencing even the mildest of erections was also
  having its desired effect.

  I made Jason go to work the day after the punishment and he had to
  work in the chastity belt--he also had an encounter with his
  friend Tom. This time though, Jason avoided the rather indelicate
  issue of his punishment as well as the chastity I imposed by way
  of metal-and-leather belt by forcing Tom to give affection to
  other parts of Jason's body. A practice, I thoroughly approved of.

  However, by day twenty-seven. Yes, twenty-seven, of enforced
  chastity and only the most minimal of physical contact (only with
  antiseptic soap and a coarse natural sponge) between anything and
  his cock, Jason was starting to, at least figuratively, crawl the
  walls. He would beg me to even just strap him back down in the
  basement of the gym and tease him but not allow him to orgasm.

  I however, enjoyed the enforced feminization the chastity belt
  brought. Jason was finding himself doing a lot more of the
  pleasuring in his secondary relationship with Tom having switched
  to become the cocksucker. And in our relationship, Jason was now
  100% attentive to *my* sexual needs and desires.

  His focus was absolute since each night I would either add or
  subtract days from his initial chastity period. A perfect evening,
  sensing my whims and a day would come off. But, lick a little too
  long where I had grown bored or tickle me instead of pleasuring me
  and one, two, three, or more days might get added to his initial
  term.

  Twenty-one days, or three-weeks, had been the initial term.
  However, several minor "tantrums" over his enforced chastity in
  the first week had earned Jason closer to thirty days of
  confinement. With such few days remaining, Jason had become extra
  attentive. In fact, last night he had subtracted a day because he
  managed to get me to orgasm twice in quick succession just using
  his tongue--without his whole mouth.

  Since day one, I had explained how on the first release Jason
  would be strapped the modified ob-gyn chair in the basement of the
  gym and be subjected to hours of cock play before even the
  slighted moisture from pre-cum would be allowed out.

  During dinner on the twenty-seventh night, the doorbell rang
  unexpectedly. Jason was naked and massaging my feet when the bell
  rang and the surprise startled him greatly. "Stay," I said firmly
  and stood up and walked upfront.

My Brother
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  Set back from the main road and with no street address as such, my
  home in rural Wyoming was hardly visited by anyone. At the door, I
  looked out and was surprised to see my older brother, Jeff. Three
  years my elder, Jeff was a military contractor doing computer
  "stuff". It never got more specific than that and I respected
  Jeff's privacy in that one small area.

  I opened the door and greeted him warmly with a French kiss.
  Brothers and lovers. His spider tattoo was quite visible on his
  neck. I often wondered if that presented awkward moments in his
  consulting job, but it was something we never discussed.

  I invited Jeff in loudly and brought him back to the kichen where
  Jason was naked--save for the chastity belt--and on his knees on
  the floor. "Jason, stand up please to be introduced," I said to
  the gym stud who I now controlled day-in, day-out.

  Jason stood slowly and awkwardly, embarrassed by his nakedness and
  the state of his cock--or perhaps the lack of status for it
  trapped deep within plastic, leather and metal sheets of a quite
  effective chastity belt.

  "Jason, this is my brother Jeff," I said by way of introduction,
  and "Jeff this is my boy, Jason." They shook hands, Jason somewhat
  awkwardly and oafishly. I realized that Jason could not avoid
  seeing the large tattoo on Jeff's neck that matched the one on his
  own, but I quickly steered the conversation from any possible
  discussion of the subject.

  "Jason, bring some food over for Jeff and then get back to rubbing
  my feet," I said firmly foreclosing what had to be a whirlwind of
  questions fluttering through my pretty gym/miner-boy's head.

  "Did you drive up from the airport," I asked turning my attention
  to my handsome older brother. Shorter than me, and quite lean and
  somewhat geeky looking, Jeff was only 5'8" and at a skinny 30"
  waist only weighed a bit over a 100 pounds.

  "Yes, nice ride, sorry for not calling to let you know I was
  coming," Jeff answered me.

  Jason brought a nice steak dinner over for Jason and then got back
  on his knees and returned his attention, at least partially to
  massaging my feet again. "Good, one favor, this is not New York,
  be sure to wear a turtleneck at all times," I said referring to
  the matching tattoo indirectly.

  Jason and I had talked a lot in the past twenty-seven days. He had
  gone to calling himself a "John-asexual" in reference to the fact
  that he liked being fucked, sucking me, John. And then on to
  admitting some serious bisexuality by the time his relationship
  with his fellow-miner, Tom, had taken a similar turn due to my
  enforced feminization of Jason's sexual needs.

  Nonetheless, Jason was far from out and in an town as small as our
  own and I was not interested in directly confronting that issue.
  Jeff explained that his job at German military bases had wrapped
  up unexpectedly and he had caught a flight back and spent the
  better part of the day driving from Cheyenne up through Casper and
  Riverton.

  As we finished dinner, I suggested he call mom and dad and we did
  while Jason listened in, confused. Mom and dad were even more in
  the dark than Jason though so it was a casual conversation with
  promises that we would both come visit them in Boca. Whatever.

  I had Jason fetch Jeff's luggage from the rental car and bring it
  into one of the bedrooms. Meanwhile, Jeff was already naked and
  standing in the standard position in the bedroom waiting for my
  attention.

  I waited until Jason walked in and saw Jeff standing naked, with
  arms laced behind his head and had a chance to take it in before I
  ordered Jeff to come over and suck my cock.

  Jeff took my cock eagerly as he had, on and off, for the past
  fourteen odd years. Yes, we had been having sex since I was
  fourteen and Jeff was seventeen. I had forced my cock on him then
  and I still forced it on him now. The tattoo and other aspects of
  our relationship had come later.

  Oh, and for those who turn queasy at "incest", for what's it
  worth, I know now, though I did not when our relationship
  started--and Jeff still does not know--that I was adopted.
  However, I still get a kick out of the fact that my "big brother"
  suck my cock and takes my cock up his ass, when and how and
  whenever I want. So I don't tell Jeff what I learned from the FBI
  files, and I like the fact that my brother and I have a doubly
  taboo relationship-gay and incestuous.

  Jason didn't say anything at first but after a while he got an odd
  look, almost one of disgust. With one hand I forced Jeff's mouth
  deeper onto my cockshaft and talked softly, "yes, Jason, Jeff is
  my older brother. He's also one of my boy's." Jeff loved when I
  called him my "boy" and I noticed his cock stiffen noticeably. I
  reached my free hand down toward's my brother's cock and grabbed
  it roughly and twisted it violently. Then I took hold of Jeff's
  balls and squeezed till he gasped in pain.

  "Come here," I said to Jason, instructing Jason to bring his mouth
  close to Jeff's rigid cockshaft. Jason approached, hesitantly.
  "You have until the count of three to have your mouth sucking my
  brother's cock or I will take you out in the woods and birch you,"
  I said calmly, and directed at Jason.

  Without any more hesitation, Jason threw his face and mouth onto
  my older brother's cock and began to suck him off. "Oh, and
  Jason," I added as an after though, "see to it that Jeff does
  *not* cum, even if you have to violently bite his pretty little
  cock head."

Relationship Explained
----------------------

  I suppose our relationship--the one between my brother Jeff and
  me--deserves a bit more explanation. Mind you this isn't really
  something Jason needs to know, and I don't intend to share it with
  him right now.

  Basically, by the time I was 14, I was certain I was gay.
  Absolutely 100% certain. I had already fooled around a lot with
  different boys and even a few older guys--coaches, older boy
  scoots, etc.

  Jeff was always much smaller than me despite being three years
  older. So when we fooled around, I usually had the upper hand. We
  would wrestle and sometimes I would hover on top of him for longer
  than necessary, maybe even forcibly tickle him.

  It was all, I suppose for many people completely normal and
  non-erotic. For me, it was more than normal and most definitely
  erotic. The first time I slid my cock down Jeff's throat was the
  night before his junior prom. Jeff was so keyed up on getting some
  girl to go out with him--she said yes. But, I was ticked at him. A
  freshman to his junior year and aggravated about the fact that mom
  always seemed to favor him over me.

  For example, he would be allowed to stay out late at the county
  fair, but I got my ass tanned for doing the same thing three years
  later. Anyhow, we shared a room and so, I hid some of the bits of
  his rental tuxedo and told Jeff he had to wrestle me to get them.

  He threatened to call mom and I pushed him onto the floor and
  shoved my cock in his mouth to shut him up. As I say, I had been
  given blow jobs before, but Jeff's reaction to my cock was, to me,
  unexpected.

  Rather than choking on it, or calling out to mom to get me what
  would have undoubtedly been a brutal whipping (from dad), Jeff
  locked his lips around my cockhead and began sucking on it
  eagerly.

  I remember pulling back out slightly and Jeff putting his hands on
  my buttocks and pulling me closer to him. When mom called us for
  dinner, Jeff released me. I still remember his exact words on
  standing up: "Thanks little brother, after dinner, I expect you to
  fuck me ass."

  That I did and we have had our own very private relationship ever
  since. Jeff's job working for the military frequently pulls him
  away from me, sometimes for years at an end. However, our bond as
  brothers makes our bond as lovers even stronger so I have never
  felt threatened by his extended absences.

  Also, Jeff has never consummated a relationship with anyone else.
  Although a few girls--and other guys--have kissed him now and
  again, Jeff's other remarkable attribute has been his complete and
  total devotion to me.

  When Stephen had come along--while Jeff was away on a two-year
  long posting to Australia--I had felt guilty at first. Always
  careful to disguise the gay aspect of our relationship from the
  military, we used brotherly affection terms to refer to each other
  and I described Stephen with a female pseudonym.

  Jeff had not only accepted that I saw Stephen, but was glad for
  me. Jeff always understood that anyone else in my life was just
  that someone who might come and go, but Jeff was bonded to me
  forever.

  Snapping back to the present. Jeff yelped when Jason clamped down
  on Jeff's tender, yet erect cock, to prevent an orgasm by
  delivering some searing pain. I pulled Jason's face to my mouth
  and kissed him as Jeff's oral affections on my cock caused me to
  release a massive load of cum into my older brother's mouth.

Confessional
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  Now with my release out of the way, attention had to turn to
  Jeff's behavior of the past year-plus. Away from me for an
  extended period there could easily have been many moments of
  temptation. None of that was an excuse of course and Jeff knew
  that.

  Over the many years we had been together--even when apart--Jeff
  had always distinguished himself with unfaltering honesty, even
  when the consequence was clearly going to be quite painful to him.

  This confession was no different.

  "I was very good John," Jeff started out. "Until three months ago,
  I was doing perfectly. Though at the times of the worst temptation
  I sometimes used the leather pouch to help prevent me from giving
  into the worst side of my nature."

  I tussled Jeff's loose hair and comforted him kissing him slightly
  on the cheeks in approval.

  "Then this young PFC was assigned to guard the office I was
  working in."

  I nodded sympathetically.

  "He had barely turned 21 and he kept making eyes at me. One Friday
  he came over at the end of my workday and asked if I needed
  'help'. Then he bent down and unzipped my pants and started
  sucking me off."

  I held Jeff close, always brutally honest, I knew this confession
  was difficult on him.

  "I stopped the PFC before I achieved orgasm and told him that I
  preferred to give. The PFC then fucked me over the console. But I
  made sure not to allow myself any contact with my penis and
  focused on making the young stud very happy."

  Now this was the type of behavior I thoroughly approved of--giving
  oneself sexually to another. I kissed Jeff and prodded him to
  continue.

  Jeff went on to explain that he had not orgasmed through all of
  this. I caught a look of surprise from Jason and just smiled
  broadly.

  "Go on," I said encouraging Jeff to continue his confessional.

  "Friday night I found myself so aroused that I would be home,"
  Jeff continued haltingly and clearly ashamed. "I forget myself in
  the excitement and allowed my cock to stay quite erect for longer
  than I had ever allowed it in over a year."

  I suspected I knew what came next--a hand, a brush of his cock
  against a firm object--a year and a half of what had to be one of
  the most perfect behavior ended so suddenly. But, I allowed him to
  tell his tale.

  Jeff continued his voice trembling, "My cock was completely
  engorged and erect. I laid down on the bed... face up. I swear I
  did not touch my cock..."

  I held Jeff close, as he finished but it just happened, the
  excitement at the prospect of seeing you... my cock erupted before
  I could do anything."

  Jeff began to cry and I held him close for well over an hour
  without commenting on the matter.

Jeff's Punishment
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  It was now the next morning and I drove the three of us down to
  the gym. I had packed a few bags in the trunk. The gym was closed
  and I let us in the back with Jason being required to carry the
  bags.

  We went through the back of the janitor's closet to the small
  secret basement sex chamber I had discovered just a month or two
  earlier and first used on Jason.

  At my direction, Jason unceremoniously removed Jeff's clothing and
  restrained him on the modified-obstetric exam table. Fuckhole
  exposed, legs spread and restrained, arms above head and
  restrained, Jeff was quite a site.

  Out of the bag I took a razor and some shaving cream. I quickly
  took my attention to Jeff's pubic hair denuding him of any hair in
  his groin, crotch, buttock areas. I followed up by getting his
  armpits and the minimal hair on his chest. Properly looking the
  role of a boy, my older brother looked less like thirty-one and
  more like the teen I had first fallen in love with.

  I lubricated his fuckhole and inserted an oversize butt plug with
  vibration functionality and immediately activated the vibrations.
  Next I took a ball press (two solid lexan plates joined by several
  long bolts suitable for easy tightening--and ball crushing) out
  and inserted Jeff's soon to be sore and tenderized testicles in
  between the plates and quickly forced the plates closer together
  till Jeff yelped out in pain.

  Then I forced them further together to make sure that it stayed
  quite painful.

  Through this process, Jeff's cock alternated from what was
  initially a slight erection to a limp state from the pain being
  induced by the ball press.

  Next, snake bite cups were applied to Jeff's tender nipples to
  apply some pain there as well.

  With Jeff's dick quite limp and his body in what would undoubtedly
  stay a quite painful state--despite the vibrating butt plug. I was
  confident that Jeff would not pose a danger so I took Jason
  upstairs so that he and I could talk.

  When I came back down after an hour (Jason was still a bit
  disgusted about my relationship with Jeff but seemed to be able to
  live with it) and Jeff was crying out in pain for me to let his
  balls loose. His dick was semi-erect, but there was hardly any
  threat of an orgasm in sight and the punishment aspect of the
  treatment was clearly predominating.

  I had Jason get up and straddle Jeff's chest, then I opened the
  front of the chastity belt and began to stimulate Jason's cock
  with a feather right in full view of Jeff and during Jeff's
  punishment.

  Jason, quite properly, kept his hands laced behind his head.
  Uncertainty dominated Jason's emotions since my attention to his
  cockhead with the feather offered the opportunity of a release a
  day early. But the use of the feather also signaled that it would
  be non-trivial.

  Slowly, as Jeff continued to cry out in pain I would stimulate
  Jason's cockhead and shaft ever so delicately with the feather and
  then abruptly stop for several minutes or apply a frigid ice cube
  to the very tip of Jason's sensitive cock.

  After nearly thirty days in the total isolation of the chastity
  belt, Jason's cock was quite sensitive and even one or two ever so
  delicate strokes of the feather would bring the poor boy right
  onto the verge of an orgasm. Any reluctance or confusion over
  Jeff's predicament was out of Jason's mind as his face showed
  signs of the most intense pleasure at the attention I was
  permitting his cock.

  Jeff on the other hand was becoming more and more upset over the
  continued pain applied to his body as well as the pleasure I was
  allowing Jason.

  After five hours of constant teasing, I allowed Jason his relief.
  The sounds of Jason's pleasure as he moaned and groaned intensely
  as his balls shot forth a huge load of gism overshadowed Jeff's
  cries.

  I quickly applied a hot towel to Jason's groin to dampen the
  sensations from the orgasm and calm him. I allowed Jason about
  thirty seconds--all without having had a chance to touch his
  cock--to just be. Then I quickly reapplied the chastity belt and
  said, sixty days to Jason.

  He came down off the table, and Jeff, kissed me and thanked
  me--both by saying thanks and then by giving me a blow job. While
  Jason sucked me off, I further tightened the screws on the ball
  press applied to Jeff's now quite tenderized testicles.

  After I orgasmed from Jason's attentions, I turned my attention to
  Jeff. His cock was completely limp and he was clearly in intense
  pain. I loosened the ball press completely and fitted Jeff's
  chastity belt onto his groin. Then I put the strap on to hold the
  still vibrating butt-plug in. Finally, before release Jeff so we
  could return home for the next phase of his punishment, I removed
  the snake bite suction cups from his enlarged and tender nipples.

  Back at the house, I lead Jeff into the woods. Jason already knew
  what to do (from Stephen's visit) and was gathering freshly cut
  birch for use on Jeff's body.

  I restrained Jeff to a tree and then sent Jason into the house.
  Only after most of Jeff's body was criss-crossed with bright red
  marks did I carry him back into the house and allow him to service
  my cock in front of Jason.

  The three of us all fell asleep together on the bed--Jeff in quite
  severe pain.

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