Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 03:38:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: derek james <derekjames57@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Rex VII: Collin Goes to Gay Charm School (Part Three) for Gay-Encounters

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The Adventures of Rex VII: -   Collin Goes to Gay Charm School (Part Three)



Collin spun round after switching off his mobile phone to face Rolf who
stood near him at the book shop counter. Rolf had just finished serving a
customer as Collin ended his call to his Uncle Rex.

"All well on the home front?" Asked quizzical Rolf with a knowing smile.

"Yes, I guess. Uncle Rex sounded a little down but he cheered up when I
told him I had a surprise for him tonight!" Collin said stroking his pock
marked cheek.

"Now Collin, you are only having your first session with Senor Enrique
tonight...it may take a few before any big changes show in how you look and
present yourself. He's good but he does need a few meetings with you to
have any lasting effects. Just relax...he's an odd fellow, pernickety as
hell but he has made over a few guys I knew and wow....he really knows how
to make a man show up the best he can!" Rolf said with a caring hand placed
on Collin's bony shoulder.

"I can't thank you enough for getting me these free make-over sessions with
Senor Enrique...I owe you big time!" Collin said beaming at Rolf through
his cheap plastic spectacles.

"Look, it's win-win! You get a new look and a possible chance at your sweet
Uncle Rex and I get a great looking employee to help me run my adult gay
shop...it's a sure bet either way!" Rolf said chuckling.

"Rolf, will you come with me tonight? I would feel better if I had you by
my side." Collin confided to the likable bear.

"Sure. But I must warn you, if all the things I have heard from my friends
who worked with Senor Enrique are true, he will be....extremely thorough
and you will feel a bit under the microscope so to speak. He sees
all...you'll be laid bare...literally!" Rolf said with a deep look into
Collin's searching eyes.

"Rolf, I trust you and...I am fully prepared for anything it takes to
improve myself for Uncle Rex and you. Really!" Collin asserted with fervour
and to make it clearer; he reached over and lovingly stroked Rolf's meaty
ass.


Rolf enjoyed the touch of the youthful 23 year-old hand through the fabric
of his usual tan dress trousers he wore most days to work. Collin's
forwardness not only surprised the middle-aged bear but truly delighted
him. He imagined...if Uncle Rex does not "sexually" go for the new-improved
Collin, I'll be here to pick up the pieces...mmm-mmm...Rolf subconsciously
licked his lips.


Collin smiled. He finally felt like he belonged and had people who really
cared about him. Life was good at last!





Meanwhile back at Rex's house...




Paul grabbed the phone from Rex and tossed it aside as Rex laid completely
naked and sexually aroused waiting on the couch for Paul to carry on with
whatever diabolical plans he had for his "rekindling" of bother to brother
fun.

Paul moved over to the edge of the couch and loomed over Rex. "You did fine
with that call from Collin. You play your cards right today with me and
he'll never know I was here. Do we have a deal?"


Rex inwardly sighed at the thought that Collin would not have to witness
any of his father's cruel deviant behaviour towards his uncle...that made
Rex feel at ease...slightly. He still had grave concerns about what Paul
would do to him. The murky past he shared with his brother began to appear
in his mind's eye as he looked up at the now drunken face of Paul.

Paul's bloodshot eyes gave nothing away to Rex except a feeling of
dread. That same dread he always felt as he grew up when his mother and
father would have evening commitments and need Paul to take charge of Rex
until they returned home.

 Rex always felt afraid back then with a brother four years older and so
much stronger...and slightly unhinged. Mother and dad did not understand at
first Rex's fear of being home alone with Paul. Rex doubted they really
ever did get the full picture...it was not a picture one wanted to see.

Paul aggressively knocked Rex about back then like a rag doll. He chased
him, hit him...and verbally assaulted his younger brother until the blessed
return of their parents.

There was always a threat of more...a hint of sexual tensions never
explored and just beyond reach.

Rex knew Paul had watched him. They had shared a room and Rex knew Paul
watched him by day and worse, by night.

Rex vividly recalled, just before leaving home for good, a particularly
eerie affair with his bother.

They were both out of school and working...both eager to leave the
nest. Paul, as always, had no money and no job was able to be sustained for
longer than a few weeks. The bedroom they shared was a war zone. Both young
men independent thinkers and both with strong will; Rex was on the way up
and out!

One night Rex was exhausted and nearly asleep on his bed on his side on the
room. Paul came in late, drunk and very jealous. He slunk over to the
almost comatose Rex and straddled his body. Rex lay upon his back wearing
only a pair of skimpy undershorts...they were separated only by these and
flimsy bedding covers. Paul fully clothed in his jeans and t-shirt sat like
a king upon Rex...bouncing playfully up and down on his crotch. The weight
of big Paul made Rex's cock and balls ache...it also didn't help that all
this "brotherly attention" was also making Rex hard as a rock...down there!

"You pervert....you like me on your cock...pervert!" Paul chided. Rex could
still hear his mocking tone.

"Stop it...get off!" Rex had whispered so not to wake his parents.

"You think you got a big old dick...bigger than mine...you cocksucker!"
Paul stammered in his drunken way.

Rex soon found that getting Paul off him was no easy task and the more he
pushed...the more Paul's aggressive hands groped and grabbed. Rex knew he
was being "felt-up" and Paul was too drunk to stop or care.

"Snap out of your fucking daze!" The sound of Paul's real drunken voice in
the present broke through the haze of 30 year-old memories and Rex again
refocused his eyes upon Paul glaring down at him on the couch.

"Look at you, daydreaming. I want you to know something. You got off easy
back in the old days! Don't you think I remember you, strutting your
fucking hot self around our bedroom...making me feel like a sad fuck! I
remember. You had the body...the looks...the cock. My dick was always fat
and short...yours was so long and perfectly wrapped in foreskin. My dick
always looked like it was half-cut...scrawny foreskin and too much
knob. You drove me fucking wild! And...I watched you...jacking off late at
night...yeah, I saw you...and watched!" Paul said coolly as he lit another
cigarette with his usual arrogant style.

Rex lay still and fully engrossed in all his elder brother said.

"I watched you...lots! And now...it's time for more than watching, baby
brother!" Paul said breathing smoke clouds into Rex's wide soulful eyes.

Rex felt so many conflicting emotions as he lay fully naked and so aroused
upon his couch before his crazed brother. Thinking purely of Collin's
welfare, he offered up his ginger furred arms and slender hands as if in
supplication. "Go ahead. Take me...have me. If I have tortured you with my
physical presence in our shared room all those years ago...I am sorry...do
whatever you have come to do...BUT keep your word and let Collin alone!"

Paul leered down, cigarette clamped between his teeth and the smoke curling
about his demonic face as if he were a dragon of old; swiftly he grabbed
hold of Rex's wrists with both his large strong hands and yanked him up
onto his bare feet.

Rex's naked six-foot body staggered and held fast, Rex's eyes fixed on
Paul's. The force with which Rex was spun round made the room spin before
him and the sound of Paul's large hand slapping across his firm bare ass
cheeks cracked through the quiet house like a shot from a gun.

Rex yelped at the sudden new pain...making him forget the dull ache in his
ball sack from the boot.

Thwack...Thwack! Paul's hand repeated its slapping motions twice more and
Rex's ass cheeks turned bright
pink. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwww....STOP....enough...you win...again!" Rex moaned.

Paul forcefully shoved the naked Rex forward toward the front hall and the
stairs to above.

Rex stumbled towards the steps trying to avoid the broken glass and held on
to the newel post for support. "What now? More?" A bewildered Rex asked.

"UP...move your ass. If I recall this palace you fondly call home, the
bedrooms are upstairs. Get up to your bedroom...NOW...we have more work to
do. Oh, I must not forget these!" Paul said in mock horror as he grabbed
for the torn shreds of silken robe and waved them above his head. "These
are part of my plans!"

Rex quickly tripped up the stairs to his large bedroom on his pink, sweaty
bare feet with Paul bounding up behind him. "Nice arse....what a beauty!
Oh, what fun to crack it wide open!" Paul chortled as he dragged on his
cigarette.

As Rex tumbled into his bedroom and fell facedown upon his bed, the motion
of his body activated Collin's little hidden spy camera and the software on
Collin's laptop sprang to life...from this point on, every act in this
incestuous encounter would be preserved for later viewing. Uncle Rex would
have been horrified!

Rex rolled over on his large bed and lay naked, spread eagled on his back
with his large uncut tool rigidly pointing upward to his belly button. Rex
felt so horny...scared...but very horny. Domination always got his full
attention sexually.

Paul toddled about the large bedroom on his socked feet, puffing liberally
on his cigarette and eying Rex on the bed. "Stroke your dick...just like
late at night back home!" Paul ordered as he sat on the small chair in the
corner of the room facing the foot of the king-sized bed.

Rex pulled himself up onto his pillows and moved his large hands down upon
his throbbing meat-stick...one hand gently massaging his aching balls while
the other began a rhythmic foreskin dance up and down his flesh pole; his
reddish pink cock-knob glistened with pre-cum as it emerged repeatedly into
Paul's hungry view.

Paul watched as Rex pleasured himself before him, taking in the sight of
his perfectly timed stroking movements and his large sensuous toes curling
playfully with mounting excitement.

Losing control of himself, as was becoming the norm for Paul, he leapt
forward and quickly tied down Rex's left foot to the leg of the bed below
using one of the many shreds of silken material.  Rex awoke from his sexual
haze and watched in disbelief as his brother began to secure all his limbs
to the various parts of the bed structure. No use fighting it, Rex
mused...this was part of the game Paul wanted to play and play they
must...for Collin's sake!

Rex soon was in a star-like pose, each limb secured and nearly tight enough
to produce a numbing sensation in both his hands and feet. Paul stood above
his work and watched as Rex lay motionless and his hard cock throbbing upon
his tummy in a pool of pre-cum juices.

Paul stubbed out his cigarette into a plant pot on the window sill. He
looked through the open curtains and smiled...no one would see up here...no
need to worry, he thought to himself as he turned back to his work.

Paul knelt by the lower drawers of the dresser and began to rummage though
Rex's personal items.

Tossing and handling any and all items with little care or regard for the
owner, Paul carried on...searching. He moved to the small bedside table
which a contained a few small drawers.

He opened the lower one of the two and let out a hoot of laughter, "I knew
Rex...sweet professional, hard working, big man around town...would have a
few SEX TOYS!"

"Paul...you really don't have to go to extremes. You've got to see me
naked, I have stroked my cock for you, you slapped my ass...aren't we done
yet? Must you take this so far?" Rex pleaded as he began to feel slightly
more vulnerable and uneasy with this whole bizarre affair.

Paul lifted a large amount of items up and onto the bed, right between
Rex's wide spread legs.

The diverse collection of toys was considered fun when Rex used it with
those men and women, whom he selected to share "quality time" with, but now
it all looked menacing and more like torture devices than toys. The silken
shackles began to cut into his flesh and he initiated a frenzied attempt to
free himself.

"Hey, Rex...it really makes me SO hard when my playmate
struggles....MMMMMM....YESS!" Paul gurgled as he plucked up a long seagull
feather from the assortment.

"No....no....Just stop now...I'll make sure the money is more than
enough...I'll pay in cash....PLEASE STOP!" Rex's voice quivered and he knew
the game was on...he was all that stood between Paul and sweet Collin. He
bit his lip and shut his eyes, tight! He found his body trembling in odd
anticipation of what Paul may or may not do next.

Paul manoeuvred his large bulky mass down onto the carpet, kneeling before
the foot of the king-sized bed. Rex's secured, alluringly bare size 11
moist feet twitched provocatively in either corner. Paul rose up and
sniffed Rex's right foot, taking in the warm sweet man-scent of his long
lusted after younger brother.

The smell was not acrid...it exuded the scent of erotically charged manhood
and musky confidence that was So Rex! So much all that Paul loathed and
craved...two conflicting, driving forces at work.

The large feather with so many uses...sharp pointed end, long razor like
edges with silky back and front flat sides...Paul brandished it like a
sword. Lashing forth an assault upon the tender sole of Rex's sensitive
right foot; the feather whipped along its contours and sent instantaneous
chills and wild sensations all throughout Rex. Rex jolted, hooted loudly
and felt his back arch upward from the mattress. The ties cut into his
flesh as he pulled madly...the feather lashed up and down...again and
again! Rex strained, moaned...yelled.

Paul dropped the feather and fumbled with his own stinking brown sock,
pulled it free and crept up and jammed it in Rex's gaping mouth. Rex felt
the wad of putrid fabric descend into his mouth...it tasted like nothing
Rex ever had in his mouth before. It made him frantically gasp for air
through his nose and wildly look up into Paul's bloodshot eyes.

"Worn for at least three days...should taste RIPE! But we can't have you
yelling and screaming...hell, we only just got going here! So that sock
will keep you quiet...fun, fun, FUN!" Paul chorused as he moved back down
to Rex's very sweaty feet.

Paul noted Rex's cock, completely engorged with its foreskin tightly drawn
back, was plentifully oozing juices from the near purple cock-knob that lay
atop in fully glory.

"You are one horny fucker, baby brother!" Paul said with glee as he grinned
up at Rex showing his uneven, rotten teeth.

The video spy camera software continued monitoring all of the events in
Uncle Rex's room and with a laptop devoted to watching and recording; it
had lots of disk space for many hours of footage!

Paul grabbed the feather again and carried on prodding and stroking Rex's
foot all around the toes and up and down the curve of the arch. Rex
inwardly groaned and thrashed about...but each time he strained against the
bindings, the more they hurt. Paul switched to Rex's other foot...carrying
on a similar assault.  With no warning at all, Paul moved the sharp edge of
the feather directly up the inside of Rex's long, muscular leg. The feather
scraped and travelled along until it landed at the target, Rex's ball sack!
The feather arrived and moved wildly over Rex's tight sack...he twisted and
writhed as the feather both tickled and tormented him. Paul guffawed and
moved the feather with more direct blows with the pointed top, jabbing at
each ball...making Rex jump and gasp for air through his nose.

The feather work descended downward past the edge of Rex's scrotal flesh
and moved along his ginger furred crack...that sensitive zone beneath his
pendulous balls. Paul pushed and prodded but with the only so much access
due to Rex's shackles...and the fact Rex kept flexing his strong ass cheeks
together in pulsating throbs which kept the feather torment at bay.

Paul spun the feather around so the sharp point that once resided deep in
the bird's flesh now moved like a missile to Rex's barely visible
rosebud. The furry space between Rex's legs gave little away but Paul could
just about make out the small bright pink circular folds of his target.

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW....GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!" Rex's muffled cries emanated
loudly through the sock gag as the pointy sharpness hit his ultra sensitive
asshole flesh. Paul howled in delight as he moved the point inward...past
the furry gates, past the muscular flesh circlet and into the velvety soft
sensitive passage within.

Rex raged and struggled. This was like nothing he had ever done with
anyone...no sexual playmate had ever caused him such pain...pain verging on
strange delight and euphoric tingles.

The feather point travelled, burning along...probing. Rex wondered if the
point was actually cutting him or just making his inner being feel
completely violated and under Paul's demonic control. His cock jumped and
vibrated as if he was being fucked...his body was responding as if deep in
the act of passionate lovemaking!

Paul withdrew the feather point and moved close to Rex's face, holding the
point right before Rex's wide eyes. Paul then ran his thick saliva wet
tongue all over the end that had been within Rex. Rex recoiled at first but
soon was near the point of orgasm just from watching his brother lick his
"ass juice" from the object.

"Nice....really fucking tasty! No blood....just pure Rex ass cream!" Paul
intoned as he moved off the foot of bed and grabbed his pack of smokes he
handily moved into trouser pocket earlier for safe keeping.

Rex's cock strained and rocked...nearly spewing cum onto his tummy. But Rex
held back...orgasm now was just too premature even under these bizarre
circumstances.  Paul lit his cigarette and stood puffing. Rex's naked hard
body, fully restrained and vulnerable looked so appealing...so HIS for the
next few hours!






Meanwhile back in the centre of London at the Fire & Magic Gay Bookstore...






Rolf came in from the back room and found Collin shelving some new books on
one of the large display shelves.


"Just got off the phone with Senor Enrique, I called him back again to see
if we could drop in earlier than 5:30 this afternoon. He said he was free
all afternoon...so...me being the boss around here means we can close up
early today and go over for a full first session with the master of male
make-over as soon as possible. So get your stuff together, Collin...we are
off to see the wizard!" Rolf sang as he pranced around like he was on a
yellow brick road.


"Are you sure? I mean...it's only just after 1 PM...are you sure, Rolf?"
Collin asked scratching his ear thoughtfully.



Rolf, his aging Nordic good looks adding to his commanding bear-like
presence, looked over at the 23 year-old with a mixture of father-like
concern and awakening lust. "Yes, I am sure! Now get yourself
together....scoot! I'll put the closed sign in the front window and meet
you by the door in 5 minutes."


The two men busied themselves in preparation to leave the shop and travel
to Senor Enrique's large flat, which was not really far at all...just a few
minutes on the Underground and they would be there.



*********************************



Paul sauntered back into Rex's large bedroom still fully dressed except for
the lack of one sock, which still was crammed deep into Rex's mouth. Paul
stood over naked, tethered Rex who looked helplessly up at his older
brother as he munched a sandwich he had just made while down in the
kitchen.

"You are not getting any of this, Rexy! No, I have something else in mind
for your lunch...some really nice sausage!" Paul bellowed as chewed like a
savage and glared devilishly down upon his younger brother.



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