Date: Sat, 6 Apr 2013 18:39:29 -0400
From: Sean McAlister <fadingbluelights@gmail.com>
Subject: Sex And All That Good Stuff Pt. 7

"Sex and all that good Stuff" is pure fiction. As I am writing this story,
I am above the age of 21. Any similarity to any other events, names, or
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This story is written based on things that I find attractive.  It is hard
to pinpoint it down into one area, as many different things will be
involved.  Man on Man action, as well as some Man on boy action, never with
anyone younger than 16, and father on son, brother on brother action will
all be involved at some point.  Keep that in mind as you proceed, or stop
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Sex and All That Good Stuff pt. 7


Sean waltzed into the already somewhat steamy locker room.  Several
teammates liked to shower before a game, to relax their nerves.  Sean had
done it a few times himself, and today he decided to do it too.  His sweaty
encounters today had left him smelling ripe.  He wasn't afraid of an RB,
random boner, due to the fact that he had shot his load six or seven times.
He wasn't even sure.

The other team members, most of which were there already, ideally chatted,
changed, and did their own pregame ritual.  Sean was used to it, he never
really did anything special, he just tried to zone out and focus his mind
on soccer.

As Sean undressed for his shower, he noticed that Ben wasn't there.  Sean
started to worry, Ben was the team captain, and a pivotal member of the
team.  Without him it was likely they would lose.  Not just because he was
the best member, but because without his constant motivation his peers
would probably break and not play as a single unit.

Just as Sean was slipping his pants and underwear to the ground, standing
there naked, Sean looked up and made eye contact with the Coach.

Sean's cock twitched.

Sean began to worry, exhibitionism was quickly becoming a favorite pass
time of Sean's, but he always ran the risk of throwing bone when he did.
But that was almost part of the risk, the anxiety, the pleasure and part of
"the game."

Meeting eye contact with Coach brought back all the vivid images, only days
before really, and yet so long ago.  Back then he had never kissed a man
before, now he was at three, had had sex with two different people multiple
times (if you counted every time he shot as one fuck), and was well onto
his way as a man himself.  The image flashed before Sean's eyes.

Sean shuddered, his whole body went rigid.  Even though he, moments before,
planned to kiss Coach, he didn't realize what he was really doing.  He had
only once kissed a girl, let alone kissed another guy.  But not just a guy,
but a man!  Sean left his right hand behind Coaches head, with his left
hand he placed it in the small of Coaches back, and pulled him even closer.
Suddenly Sean's cock was placed right in front of Coaches own cock.  Even
though Sean couldn't feel it, he knew it was there.  Sean kissed Coach
passionately for a second, and then, remembering people talking about
"French Kissing," Sean opened his mouth and stuck his tongue in Coach's
mouth.

Sean wasn't expecting the pleasure.  Coach's lips weren't coarse, but they
weren't exactly what he imagined a girls would feel like.  Coaches gotee
brushed against Sean's softer face and cheeks, and when Sean penetrated
Coach's mouth with his tongue, suddenly he understood why people found it
so attractive.  Sean wanted it to last forever, but as soon as Sean's
hungry tongue touched Coach's stunned tongue, Sean started to shoot.

Sean's ball sac instantly firmed up, his cock got even harder, and cum
started flying!  The first Jet almost knocked him backwards, but with his
two hands behind Coach, he was able to hold himself up.  Sean was sure that
the first shot would have flown all the way from one side of the shower, to
the other, and still hit a few feet up the wall.  But that couldn't happen
because Sean was pressed up against Coach firmly.  So Coach caught all the
cum.  The first shot, all the way to the sixth one.  Sean didn't think he
had ever cum as much, or as hard as he did just now.

Sean's cock gave another twitch at the memory, Sean and Coaches eyes still
locked.  They had never talked about that encounter, but at that moment
both men were reliving it.

Before Coach would get angry at Sean for remembering what the other had
done to him, he grabbed his towel and walked, his still naked body in full
view of any who looked, to the shower room.  Sean acted normal, eyes
straight ahead, acting casual about the experience, but he did notice some
stares.

Sean was not a prude, by any means, but before Sean would always make sure
to cover up, and was somewhat protective of his manhood.  Now?  He reveled
in the furtive glances of his peers.  He was sure all of them were
comparing themselves to him.  Before Sean had had about a four or five inch
hanging dick, with about proportionate balls.  Now however, his shaft hung
longer and thicker, probably about six inches long, still soft, but he had
no idea how thick, but it was definitely chubby.  And his balls, oh his
balls, they were more robust, heavy, and thick.  They were almost the size
of eggs.  They were his new pride and joy, and was the reason that Sean
wasn't embarrassed to let them hang out.  He knew they were amazing.  And
now so did his teammates.

For as many of his peers that tried to discretely catch a look at his junk,
there were the same amount that almost stared openly in wonder.  If Sean
looked back at them, they would quickly glance away, so Sean kept his face
forward, allowing his peers to get their fix on his dick.  He grinned to
himself.

Sean was so distracted by his show, that he didn't see the door open as Ben
walked right into him.  For an instant Sean was pressed firmly into Ben's
body.  Sean dropped his towel, his left hand which was at his side was
suddenly pressed into Ben's crotch, and Sean's right hand, which had been
holding the towel at his shoulder area, was now pressed up against Ben's
powerful left pectoral muscle.

Ben's own hands, which had been texting someone, dropped the phone, and was
full on Sean's junk.

Sean's cock started to rise, and Ben noticed.  Sean was positive that he
felt Ben's own cock start to rise.  The two guys made eye contact for a
second, before Ben stepped back and quickly picked up his phone walking
away without saying anything.  Sean just stared after him.

After a second he bent over, allowing his melon balls to swing freely
between his spread legs.  When Sean and Ben had collided, all the guys
looked over, Sean bending over, revealing his hairy pucker, caused the guys
to all continue to stare.  No one said anything, but Sean knew that they
all knew that everyone but Ben was attentive to Sean's ass hole.

As Sean grasped the fabric of his towel, he discretely looked between his
legs.  He saw all the guys staring, one or two even with their mouths
slightly agape, the others glancing sideways or a few staring directly.
The person that had all of Sean's attention though, was Coach, who was
staring directly at Sean's low hanging, heavy swaying, hairy nut sac.  He
continued to stare for a minute, but then coughed, covered his mouth, and
turned the other way, breaking the trance.  All the other guys did too, but
a couple had quick double takes before resuming their work.

Sean stepped into the onslaught of the hot water and let it caress his
body, relaxing his strained nerves, and zoned out.  The shower was just
what he needed.

______

Sean sauntered into the locker room, as it quickly smelled like sweat, man,
and victory.  With the last game, Sean botched it by allowing in the
winning goal.

Today he made up for that, and greatly improved his stats, by scoring four
goals, including the winning one.

As his teammates cheered and "whooped," Sean grinned.  Everyone seemed to
want to touch him, slapping his ass, squeezing his shoulder, or putting
their arms around him.

Sweaty, flustered, and energetic guys surrounded Sean.  He loved feeling
all the hot bodies pressed tightly to him.  As they all continued to walk
into the locker room, Sean got a little daring and coped a feel of a few of
his peers.  Gently and almost "accidently" placing his hands on someone's
crotch.  It didn't even matter whose, he just wanted a feel.  However,
everyone wore cups to protect themselves, so instead he started to lightly,
and then more forcefully, touch and grab asses.

He had a parade of plump, muscular, and round ass cheeks that all passed
through his hand.  No one seemed to notice, so Sean would "accidentally"
slide his hand into as many as cracks as he could.  Getting more daring, he
quickly stuck his pointer finger into Nick's ass, where his pucker would
be.  Sean knew that Nick preferred jock straps to compression shorts,
leaving his ass hole the most unprotected out of the group, with only light
soccer short material between Sean's groping finger, and Nick's virgin
hole.

Nick looked around at the others alarmed, but to the delight of Sean, he
couldn't figure out who it was, as they were all close together.  Sean
wouldn't have cared anyway, he was riding a cloud of ecstasy, high above
the power or reach of anyone.

Eventually everyone settled down and went to their own lockers.  It was
then that Sean realized that he was in no condition to shower publically.
He had a raging hardon that was, luckily, covered by his cup.  But the
second it came off everyone would see it.  Sean wasn't to that kind of
public exhibitionism yet.

Instead he said his good byes, and drove home.

Upon arriving home, Sean saw that his mother's car was already gone.  She
was either working a double, or had left early for her night shift.

Sean strutted up the stairs to his room, flung his door open, and started
to change right there.  His dad, Roger, happened to be coming up the
stairs, stopped by his sons room to ask how the game went.  He couldn't
make it cause he had promised to help his own father, Michael, with some
winterizing work, and missed the game.

When Roger got to Sean's door he saw that Sean was taking his clothes off,
but hadn't bothered to shut the door.  Roger was about to turn around and
leave his son to his privacy, when Sean saw him there.  Roger stood his
ground, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen another man's equipment before.

"Dad!  Guess what?!  I won us the game!"

"Really?!  That's awesome!  I'm so sorry I had to miss it!"

"That's okay, the year book team happened to be there this game, and I
heard that they photographed much of the game, as well as filmed it for the
online yearbook site!  You can watch the recap online!"

"I'm proud of you son, you make good grades, you stay active and healthy,
and are now an athletic star!  Name what you want for dinner, we'll all go
out tonight!"

Sean, who had been down to just his shorts and underwear, having already
untied and removed his shoes and shucked his shirt, smiled back at his dad,
nonchalantly removed his compression shorts and soccer shorts, and stood
tall and proud.

Roger's eyes scanned down his young and toned, slightly hair, but very
sweaty body, landing on his much bigger man meat then he remembered.
However, it had been years since Roger had seen his youngest son naked,
having more mature junk was only to be expected.  Roger knew his son wasn't
done growing yet, and was impressed by the size of his sons hanging shaft
and dangling sac, knowing it would only get bigger.

Roger's gaze wasn't sexual, just marveling, admiring, pride bursting
inside.

The stare lasted only a second or two, but Sean knew it had happened.
Butterflies nervously flying around inside his stomach.  This was a whole
new level, standing naked in front of his dad.  Sean's veiny shaft
throbbing just slightly from the quick gaze.  It wasn't standing at
attention yet, but Sean knew that he was close to popping wood right then
and there.

So he quickly and politely made his leave, and walked to the bathroom,
towel swung over his shoulder, and headed down the hall.

"What the hell dad?!  You used to always yell at me for being naked!  Why
can Sean do it?!"  Yelled Martin as he emerged from his room down the hall.

"That was your mother, she's a woman and doesn't appreciate how men like to
be naked.  And Sean just won his soccer match, leave the man alone!"  Roger
retorted.

"So we can be naked in the house now?"  Intoned Martin.

"What you do with your free time, and body, is up to you.  I will say,
however, that your mother still won't want you to express yourself in that
fashion."

"Fine, no nudity with mom around!"  Yelled back Martin as he went into his
room.

Roger rolled his eyes, muttered something about boys being boys, and went
into his study.

With everyone yelling Ricky sleepily opened his door as Sean walked by, and
received a slap to the abdomen, precariously close to his unprotected junk,
and grunted.

"Dude, loose the bush, women don't like so much hair down there."  Informed
Ricky as he left his room and walked down the stairs.

In the bathroom Sean found Ricky's beard trimmer, although he hardly needed
it with what little facial hair he had growing, and Sean used it to trim
his "bush," as his brother had called it.

Cleaning up and flushing his hair, he stepped into the shower, cleaned off
and left the bathroom.

Toweling off his hair as he walked back down the hall, Ricky was walking
behind him.  Sean turned around, "Thanks dude, your right, trimming was a
good idea.  I used your bread trimmer, hope you don't mind."

"Not cool, that's disgusting!"  Shouted Ricky.

Sean didn't bother to argue, instead went to his room, once again not
shutting the door, and threw on some tight fitting briefs.  He threw on
some shorts too, and was about to put a shirt on, but decided against it.

Sure he had just strutted his stuff in front of his father and brothers,
but lounging around naked was a different level.  One that Sean didn't
think he was ready for yet.

As Sean finished changing, he realized how tired he was, it hit him all of
the sudden and out of nowhere.  It made sense though, he didn't sleep much
last night, but not only that he had fucked around hard and fast, had spent
most of his energy on that, not to mention the intense soccer game in which
he gave his all.  He laid down on his bed for a quick power nap.

Sean became aware of someone else in his room, but was still half asleep.
He went to open his eyes, and as he did he felt his mouth jerked open, and
something fluffy, or hairy, or both was stuffed into his mouth.

Sean shot up outta bed and saw Ricky leaning over him, backing away as Sean
woke up.  Ricky was smirking, but only said, "Dad wanted me to wake you up,
he's ready to go to dinner, get dressed, and clean the pubes out of your
mouth you pervert."

Ricky victoriously walked out of Sean's room.

Sean spit the pubes out, and shouted at his brother "What the fuck man?!"

Ricky, turning back, allowing a slight smirk to touch his lips, answered,
"That's for using my beard trimmer you douche."

Sean glared back at his brother, a thousand thought racing through his mind
for revenge, but let his anger fume and expand, allowing his mind to wander
to different ideas.

____

The MacArthur men went out to a local Thai restaurant, ate, joked, and had
a great time.  Sean wasn't really all the angry with Ricky, just a little
pissed that it happened.  Sean would be fine once he got his brother back
though, which lead to Sean hunting around in the garage.

Sean was looking for some rope, or duck tape, or something to secure his
brother with.  If Ricky thought that it was funny to shove pubes down his
throat, Sean wondered how funny Ricky would find it if his whole body was
hairless?

Sean hadn't spent much time in the garage, one bay was used for his
mother's car, which she was currently in, but the other side was his dads
makeshift workshop and storage.

So far Sean hadn't come up with anything, but a few small ropes that he
doubted would hold his brother down as he shaved him.

Sean continued to rummage around, but wasn't turning anything up.  He
cracked his neck in frustration, and noticed something he had never seen
before.  Up near the top of the ceiling was a vent with a small built in
wooden ladder leading to it.  The ladder was the same white as the walls,
and the bottom half was covered by boxes, all helping to distract from the
vent.

Sean went over to it, looked around to make sure no one was there, quickly
and as quietly as he could, moved the boxes.  He started up the ladder, but
then stopped, turned around, grabbed a flashlight he had found, and
continued up.

When he got to the vent, which was about three feet by three feet, he was
ready to gently remove the vent, with the flash light securely fashioned
behind his belt, like a glock might be, and was surprised to find that the
vent was on a hinge, and quietly and easily opened up.

Sean was about to use the flashlight, when he saw a light switch, and
flicked it on.

Words stuck in Sean's mouth.  He knew that there had been some space above
the garage, but never gave it much thought.  But his father had.

Between the ceiling and floor was maybe five feet, six or seven in some
places where the roof pitched up, but still ample room for a grown man to
maneuver.  And his dad must have spent some significant time up there,
because there was an old couch, how his father got it up here, he wasn't
sure, but there was also a small, but modern tv, some surround sound
speakers placed throughout, a bookshelf with some movies, books, and
records.  Next to it was an old fashion record player that must have been
from his father's youth.

There were also a few old band posters, a single Sports Illustrated Bathing
Suit addition, and some boxes piled up in the corner, named college.

Sean was amazed, he had thought that his father had kept all of his stuff
in his study, but now that he thought about it, that was all work related
stuff.  His father, Roger, owned a construction company, and usually
managed it out of his house.  None of the stuff in his father's study was
really a close personal belonging, and now Sean understood, this was his
father's man cave!

Sean walked around a little, looked at some of the movies (none were porn,
Sean was disappointed), checked out the books and records, but found
himself in front of the four boxes stack atop one another.

The first one held clothes, sports jackets, college emblazoned shirts and
sweatshirts.  The second one held some old letters, some from Regina,
Sean's mom, and a few from others, along with the letters there was also
some class papers, and other miscellaneous items.

The third on held a couple more personal items, some old play boys, a
couple pairs of hand cuffs, what looked like a Police Officer stripper
costume, and some women's underwear.  Sean knew that his dad had been a
brother within some fraternity, and expected some of the things, but was
amazed with the hand cuffs and stripper outfit.

The fourth box was most surprising though.  It held mostly clothes, which
turned out to be different styles of unique or specific underwear.  At the
bottom was a picture album.  Inside were pictures of all of dads brothers
from his fraternity, from all four years, and each picture was signed and
dated by the respective brother.  On the back was a message from each
brother.  At the back of the album, labeled "Top Secret" was the most
alarming.

The pictures showed explicit scenes of guys getting whipped by rope, or
strapped down and forced to suck another man's dick, and in one picture it
even showed a guy taking a dick up his ass!

Sean's dick jumped up in response.

The faces had all been blurred out, but try as he might, Sean couldn't
figure out if his dad was one of the guys or not.  The last picture
however, showed close ups of about seven guys, from the top of the
shoulders up, all with arms around each other, shirtless, sweaty and red
(could that be cum on a couple of them?! Wondered Sean).  At the bottom of
the picture were the words "Pledge Recruits 1991."

Sean did some quick math, Roger was born around 1973 or something, which
would make him 18 in 1991, meaning he graduated with his bachelor's in
spring of 1995, at the age of 22.  That would make him about 39, which was
his father's age.

Sean couldn't believe it, he glanced back at the picture, all the guys were
smiling and happy looking.  It seemed like they went through a lot, but
apparently they came out victoriously.  Sean scanned the faces, he couldn't
find his dad- wait, thought Sean, that can't be my dad?!  But the longer he
looked, the more evident it became.

Roger was a tall, broad shouldered, barrel chested man.  He had spent many
grueling hours working his way up the ladder within his construction firm,
but having graduated undergrad with a degree in business, and a Masters in
Administration had made Roger a well suited man for the job.  And although
he didn't do much manual labor himself now, he still worked out twice a
week with Mr. P and stayed active around the yard and the house.

Roger had worn a closely trimmed full beard for as long as Sean could
remember.  He also kept his hair closely cut, but the gray was starting to
streak around his temples, giving him a wise look.

In this picture though his father looked scrawny, was clean shaven, and
wore his hair longer over his youthful face.

Sean was delighted to realize that his father looked a lot like him.  Maybe
Sean would fill out and become a man just like his father, he hoped so!

Sean looked at the pictures again, but his father was so different looking
now, and with faces blurred, it was almost impossible to figure out which
one was his dad.  There were only two people in the one picture of a pledge
getting a dick in his ass, the sight still stirring Sean's own cock.  Could
his dad be taking one up the ass?!  No, surely not, if he was either he
must be the one long dicking the other.

But Sean wasn't convinced.

After a while Sean went to put the stuff back, but noticed something he
didn't see before.  He pulled it out, but wasn't sure what it was.  He took
it, the hand cuffs, and a pair of enhancing underwear he thought would fit
him, put everything back the way it was, and climbed down the ladder,
arranging the boxes the way he found them again.

Back in his room, with his door shut and locked this time, he searched the
web on his laptop, trying to figure out what the hell the thing was that he
found in the bottom of his dads box.

Finally, after a long time, Sean found a picture of something that matched
what he was holding, and was blown away!

It was a chastity belt!

It was made out of some kind of metal and hard but flexible plastic
mixture, with two metallic locks on either side of the waist band, that
were currently unlocked.

The device was made like that of a jock strap, a waist band, two straps out
back that positioned under the butt cheeks.  Up front was different
however, instead of a fabric covering, there was a place for a cock, with
only a small piss slit in the tip, and a separate space for balls to rest.

Quickly stripping, and without latching the locks, Sean discovered that his
penis fit snug inside the contraption, with no wiggle room.  His newly
enlarged balls had a hard time fitting, but after a minute he managed, if
not without difficulty and discomfort.

A thought hit him, his dad must have had his own cock and balls in this
very same place that Sean's was.  Sean's cock started to grow, but was
quickly interrupted, it couldn't grow anymore, not with the chastity belt
still on, even unlocked.  Sean tried to stroke his dick, or even rearrange
it so as to allow the blood to continue its descent into his manhood, but
to no avail.

Sean smiled, it was perfect.

______

Later that night, much later, Sean leaned his ear into his brother's door,
and didn't hear anything.  It was after 3 am, he didn't expect anything. He
tried the door, but it was locked.  He was prepared however.  He had found
his brothers key accidentally one time, and had never told anyone, instead
holding onto it himself.  After that he had made it his goal to secure a
copy of all the room keys, which he currently and secretively kept.

Quietly opening the door, breathing rapidly, but trying to hold it in, the
door squeaked, but Sean didn't hear anything from Ricky, so he slipped into
the room, and just as quietly shut the door, and relocked it.  Both key
holders in the room, so Sean knew that no one else was going to enter.

Sean tip toed over to his brother's bed. It was up against the wall, making
access hard, but the bed frame had individual spokes in the head rest and
the end of the bed, making it perfect to intertwine hand cuffs.

Sean gently set the bag he was carrying down, and set to work.


He pulled out the handcuffs, placed them through the headrest, and quickly
locked Ricky's left hand to it.  Ricky had been laying in bed with his left
hand covering his face, and his right hand was weaved over his shirtless
body, and under the blankets, to where, Sean couldn't see.

The left hand had been easy, but still Sean was sweating and breathing
hard, his hands shaking, and his heart beating so fast and loud Sean was
sure it would wake his brother.  But Ricky slept on. So Sean continued.

Sean had to first remove the blanket that was covering his brother's body.
He pulled it down and found that his brother's hand was placed in his tight
Puma briefs, laying on his own pubes.  Much like how Sean fell asleep at
night.

The sight made Sean's cock start to plump, but he ignored it, this was his
brother.

With the blanket removed, Sean gently started to tug at Ricky's right arm.
At first it wouldn't move, but then Ricky's whole body shuddered from the
cold, and Sean was able to guide Ricky's right hand upwards.  Twisting it
and turning it so it fit into the other side of the hand cuff was hard, and
Sean was sure he was going to wake his brother, but Rick slept on, and
Sean's heart continued to hammer its way through his rib cage.

Finally, after much maneuvering and man handling, sweat and anxiety, Sean
had both of Ricky's arms in the hand cuff, securely weaved through the bed
post so that he wasn't going anywhere.

Sean then, less gently, started to remove his brother's underwear.  It felt
awkward so instead he just yanked them off and threw them over his
shoulder.  He then positioned the chastity belt loosely around Ricky's
ankles without bringing it up all the way, and started to handcuff Ricky's
ankles to the bed.

Roger had only two handcuffs in his box, so Sean had to use one for Ricky's
hand and one for the ankles.  The ankles were harder, as they were thicker
in mass, but Sean was able to get the left ankle with only a little effort.
Sean was about to latch the right ankle when Ricky woke up.

"What the fu---?" Ricky questioned groggily.  Ricky tried to move his
hands, but realized they were secured above his head.  "The hell is going
on?!"  He yelled.

Before Ricky could register what was going on, Sean latched the right ankle
to the handcuff, weaved through the bars on the end of the bed, and
attached to the left ankle.  He then went over to the night light and
turned it on.

Both Sean and Ricky blinked in the bright light.  It was then that Ricky
realized that he was strapped to a bed, and naked.

"What the deuce you pervert!"  Screamed Ricky, before Sean could clamp his
hand down on Ricky's mouth.

"Not a pervert, just revenge." Sean quietly stated, and for once, it wasn't
anything sexual.

Ricky stared up at Sean with menace in his eyes. "I'd be a little nicer, if
I were you Ricky."  Informed Sean, as he let go of Ricky's mouth and
reached into his bag for the last of his items.

Sean pulled out a razor and some shaving cream, Ricky's eyes got big. "Come
on man, what the fuck?"

Whined Ricky.

"You shoved your fucking pubes in my mouth, I'm just getting even."

Ricky continued to protest. "Don't do it man, I like my pubes, and growing
`em back hurts like a bitch!"

"I know."  And with that, Sean sprayed the foam into his hands, rubbed it a
little, and started to apply it to Ricky's pubic area.  Ricky started to
squirm and groan, but was unable to do much but make his placid dick roll
back and forth, causing Sean's eyes to be drawn to its natural beauty.  It
looked a lot like his own, to be honest, about as long and thick, a decent
helmet on the head, circumcised, and had a small vein, that probably grew
as blood rushed into it, and Ricky sported a nice nut sac.  Sean's was
actually bigger, Sean thought.  Before turning back to the task at hand.

Applying the foam was the easy part, even if Ricky continued to moan and
complain.  Sean didn't stop.

Once the cream was applied he picked up the razor. "I'm going to do this
Ricky, but if I were you I would stop moving so as not to get cut, and stay
quiet.  Think about what you did and why I'm doing this."

Ricky stared at his brother with angry eyes, but then seeing the
determination in Sean's, turned them to pleading eyes.

Sean ignored them, he still thought he felt some hair in his mouth, and set
to work.  There wasn't a whole lot of hair, as Ricky had just trimmed it,
but enough that Sean had to wipe the blade off on Ricky's blanket several
times.

Ricky moved at different times, but stayed still for most of it, only
getting one or two Knicks from the blade.

"See, all done hairless boy."  Said Sean, and slapped Ricky's abdomen
slightly lower than where Ricky had just hours before slapped him.  Sean
got the desired effect, Ricky grunted and crunched up his stomach better
outlining his already defined six pack.  Ricky had that over Sean.  Sean
looked down, ready for the next part, but saw that Ricky's cock was
starting to swell.

"Oh no you don't!"  Exclaimed Sean, and quickly reached down, and started
to pull the chastity belt up to secure it into place.

"What is that?!"  Ricky squeaked, realizing for the first time it was
around his legs.

"Just something to keep you in line, that's all."  Sean had to move Ricky's
body around physically in order to position the belt in the right place.
With the two straps hugging the lower portion of Ricky's ass cheeks, and
the waist band well above the hips, all that needed to be done was place
Ricky's cock and balls inside the device.

Sean's own cock swelled up to full pride at the thought. But this is my
brother! Thought Sean.  His hands got sweaty, his heart fluttered, and he
started to get nervous.  But he had to do this. So he set to work.

He quickly grabbed Ricky's dick, which was slowly growing, wrapped his hand
around it feeling the fleshy hardness of the growing dick.  At the same
time eliciting a shocked grunt from Ricky.

"You are so gay man!" Yelled Ricky.

"Shut up douche bag!" Sean screamed back, accidentally squeezing Ricky's
cock in the meantime, causing it to throb, and making Ricky moan.

Before it could grow anymore, Sean stuffed it into the shaft part of the
contraption.  It almost didn't fit because the blood was already coursing
through the meaty shaft, but Sean kept at it, and finally managed the whole
shaft to into the tight confines.  Again Ricky grunted, and tried to lift
his head to see what was happening.

The hard part over, Sean discovered he did have bigger balls as he nicely
tucked them into the sac part of the device.  Where Sean's nuts fit in an
uncomfortable crowded way, Ricky's fit snug, a perfect fit.

Before Ricky could notice Sean's own hardon, and before Sean got some wrong
desire in his mind, he snapped the locks closed on either side of the waist
band that was fit tightly above Ricky's hips.  The belt was just tight
enough that it couldn't be slipped down and over his hips, but not tight
enough that it cut off circulation.

Sean stood back, satisfied, grinning broadly.  Ricky looked up from the
bed, and then down at himself, and laid back in frustration, eyes closed.

Without saying anything, Sean pulled the blanket back up and over Ricky,
and grabbed his stuff.

"You're going to pay douche bag!"  Spat Ricky "Oh yea?" Challenged Sean.

And with that he bent over, picked the razor up again, and without shaving
cream started to remove Ricky's right armpit hair.

"No dude!  Don't!"

Sean was able to finish the right armpit, with more than a few Knicks, but
no hair. "Well sense you asked so nicely, I'll stop here."

Sean grabbed his stuff, walked to the door, unlocked it, and opened it.

"Dude, the handcuffs!"  Ricky desperately yelled!  Sean ignored his
brother's unspoken request, and shut the door on him.

Sweet dreams, Sean thought, as he looked at his watch.

It read 4:37 am.

Not much time to sleep before school, but well worth it.

Sean went from a virgin to a dominant fucker in basically less than seven
days, can he keep up the pace? How will Ricky get his revenge, and why did
Sean joined a youth group that ended up leading to him having a public
boner sighting, next!



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