Date: Mon, 3 May 2010 15:11:09 +0100 From: Nathan Minter <nathanminter1992@googlemail.com> Subject: Chris' Experiences 9 Chris' Experiences Written by Anuttymous, a.k.a. Nathan Written for Chris himself. All rules and laws and whatever else you can think of apply. This is just fiction - please use protection whenever and wherever you are. Enjoy the story! MATT------ I wake up, feeling stiff all over, and look over to the clock. It's 9:40. Early for me to be waking up, on a weekend. I yawn, and wiggle my arm, feeling the weight of sleep keeping them down. An itch forms on my nose, so I lazily rub it on my pillow. The itch persists, so I move my arm up to scratch it. My arm feels very heavy, and doesn't move, so I leave it and rub my nose on my pillow again, this time successfully diminishing the itch. I realise that my waist is raised, for some unknown reason, but I ignore it. I stay a few moments longer, and then decide it's time to get up. I pull my arms to lean up on, but they still don't answer. I look at them, and then I see why they're not moving. Around my wrist is a length of rope, which stretches down to my bedpost. I wriggle and pull, but it has been tied tightly. I check my other wrist and see the same. I begin to worry, and yank my legs up, but they don't move either. Looking down I see there is rope around each knee, tied up to the bedposts with my wrists, and also rope tied around my ankles, down to the bedposts at the other end of my bed. The rope effectively stops my legs moving forward or back. I lift my head, but that doesn't get far either. A rope tied round my neck is attached to both bedposts, to stop it lifting back. Scared senseless, I open my mouth to shout for help, but realise my mouth is already open, and with something shoved inside. The strip of cloth round my jaw holds what I can only guess is a sock in my mouth, so when I make noise all that comes out is a muffled groan. Perhaps hearing my quiet moan, the door opens and someone walks in. I turn to look, but the rope round my neck forbids such movement. "Hello brother," I hear Sean's voice, and sigh in relief. He'll help me out, and maybe we can figure out how this happened. I feel a hand stroke down my side, and shiver in response, as Sean's face comes into view. "Mmmmlph!" I groan, crying out with my eyes to be released. "Oh, I don't think so," Sean says, then holds up my briefs that have been under my bed for months, used by me as a cum rag, and places them over my head, tying them at the back, so that it covers my face and I can't see. I wiggle my head as much as I can, but that doesn't help, and soon I can't see beyond yellow cum stains and brown streaks. The briefs stink beyond belief, of sweat, cum, piss and shit. "Time for your punishment, queer," Sean sniggers, and I feel a hand run up my side again, and round to my ass, where it playfully swats my cheeks. I yell out again, but Sean doesn't answer. What is going on? Why is this happening. What has Sean planned? SEAN------ I revel in the sight of my older bro, the queer, defenceless and hopeless boy, tied down and at my mercy. I pick up the ping pong paddle off the bed, where it lies next to some other things I have arranged. I pull on my Halloween executioner's mask, and then go to Matt's computer, and turn on the camera, recording everything about to happen. I walk back to Matt, and swat his ass with the paddle, only lightly, though, letting him get to know the feel of it. He moans when I hit him, and I know this is going to be fun. I pull my arm back, and swing it down, landing a mighty blow on Matt's right ass cheek. His muffled scream gives me an instant boner, and I swing back to land another blow on the other cheek. I strike again and again, on both cheeks, until his ass is bright red, and he is sobbing and crying, tears soaking into his brief-mask. I put down the paddle, and pick up the next item in my torture routine. Lifting up the criss-crossed fly swatter, I bring it down on Matt's ass, and my cock leaps watching him jump and moan, trying to squirm out of my reach. I hit his ass many more times, causing criss-cross patterns to appear all over it, whilst Matt is crying outright now, and squirming so hard he might break out. Now for the next bit of my plan. I pick up the little bit of rope I have left, and tie it around Matt's balls, so they jut out from his body, and look very tight in his sack. Then, I grab the thin wooden stick, like a teacher's cane, and begin flicking it against his balls. Each flick results in a load yelp and Matt to start leaping around trying to escape. The tears have soaked through his briefs now, and in consequence, the briefs are wetted to his face. I flick his balls more, getting harder and harder with each flick, until with one final flick, Matt screams so loud it actually gets through the sock in his mouth, and he bucks so hard the bed rocks. Time for the final part of my plan. I grab some lube, and lather up my cock, now sticking out my flies. Then I get a small amount and finger Matt's hole roughly. He moans at this, and wriggles his ass onto my fingers, confirming my suspicions of his being a queer. I climb onto the bed, and pull my fingers out, then replace them quickly with my cock, which I leave resting on his bud, not pushed in yet. I wait for him to stop quivering, and then, once he's still, I force the whole length in, in one thrust, lavishing the scream he elicits. Before he has a chance to get accustomed to my dick, I start ramming it in and out, as fast and as hard as I can, speeding up the more he moans and bucks. Soon, his moans of pain turn into pleasure, and I know I've got him right where I want him. I grab hold of his hips and thrust in and out, for minutes on end, until eventually, I feel myself begin to swell, as my balls pass sperm up to my cock, which is quickly spewing into my brother's insides. As soon as I start shooting, my brother begins shaking, and his cock starts spraying cum all over his bed, whilst his ass clenches my dick, which is still blowing inside him. Once we stop, I pull out of him, but before his ass can leak out my precious cum, I grab my last object and push it against his now open ass. The butt plug slides in easily, with a moan from Matt, and I get up off the bed, leaving Matt trussed up. When I return, I'm holding a razor and some shaving gel. I put a towel underneath Matt's slim frame, and squirt some gel onto my hands, which I lather up. I then start spreading the gel on his armpits, which are exposed thanks to his arms pulled above his head. He shrinks back at the cold, but can't get far, and I've soon covered both pits. I then proceed to shave the hairs off, and as I do Matt begins whimpering, which is cute, but fruitless. Once smooth, I stroke the pits, satisfied, and wipe off the remaining gel with the towel. Then I move onto his groin, which is still elevated, though in a difficult position. Nevertheless, I manage to shave all the hairs round his pubic line, and on his balls and treasure trail too, and I then move onto his legs and even arms. Once completely smooth, I towel him off, and step back to admire my work. Here is my older brother, tied down to his bed, helpless, with a sock in his mouth, briefs over his head, and completely hairless, all done by his younger brother. I get up and grab the camera, then bring it up to his face, where I remove the briefs, to show the camera his face. His pleading hazel eyes, now red-rimmed with tears still streaming down his face, look into my eyes. I blink once, then replace the briefs. I return the camera to the computer, and turn it off, then walk up to Matt again. "You're mine now," I tell him, "You do as I say, when I say, or I'll show this video to everyone you know. Understand?" No answer. I slap his ass, hard, and ask again. "Understand?!" This time he nods quickly, and muffles "Mm-hmm." "First rule, don't speak. Second rule, don't remove that butt plug. Third rule, don't cum. You do none of these, unless I let you, got it?" "Mm-hmm!" he nods frantically. Now I have Matt under my command. All I need is Chris, and I can introduce them to my other bitch, Rob. AUTHOR'S NOTE: From now on, I shall be announcing what the theme of the next part will be, so as to forewarn those who may not wish to read certain scenarios, and also as a little spoiler for those who would be interested. Chris' Experiences 9 theme: Public humiliation. Emails will be happily received, criticisms, flames, junk mail, I don't care. Well, actually, not the junk mail. 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