Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2008 08:35:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zack In The Box Part 2

Zack in the Box

By

Toby Tyler

(Bb, incest, oral, anal, bondage/confinement)

The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for
you to read it, please leave now. If you enjoyed my story, you can check
out some of my other stories on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Fucked-Up
Kid, Brother Sucker, Scat Boy for Pay, Urinal Boy and Poor Little Shit
Boy. I love to hear from my readers. You can email me at
Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the title of the story
in the subject line.

I thought this was just going to be a two-part story but it looks like it's
going to end up being a three-part story.

Part 2

Mark awoke to the sound of a car honking its horn.

"Mark!" his mother called, "your driving instructor is here!"

Half asleep, Mark stumbled around his room looking for some clothes to put
on.

"Hey mom! I don't have any clean underwear!"

"What do you need clean underwear right now for? It's just a driving
lesson!"

Mark had been wearing his dirty, piss-stained boxers for so long that they
were starting to get a little stiff. He was desperate for a clean pair of
undershorts.

"Yeah, but I wanna go out later!"

"Honestly, Mark, where does all your underwear disappear to? I just did the
laundry a few days ago! You sure you can't just wear find a less dirty pair
in the hamper?"

"I can't find any in there! You must have taken them down to be washed!"

Mark quickly looked around his room again, and then he had an idea. There
was one place he hadn't looked. Zack's room.

Mark hated going into his little brother's room. It was was decorated with
posters from teen magazines that only partially covered the creepy clown
wallpaper. Mark noticed that Zack had added some new posters – mostly of
the Jonas Brothers and Zac Efron. And there was that poster that always
made Mark shudder. Zack had found it at a garage sale. It was a vintage
poster from the 1980's of E.T. posing with Michael Jackson. Ugh, Mark
thought as he looked around the room for his underwear.

It wasn't long before Mark noticed little Zack curled up in bed, snuggling
with a pair of his rather crusty boxer shorts like it was a security
blanket. The boy was still asleep, looking very contented.  Mystery solved,
Mark thought as he gently tugged his dirty underwear from his little
brother's grasp. They weren't very clean, but they were cleaner than the
ones he had on. Zack was still asleep. When he finally extricated the
underwear from Zack's grasp, the boy made a slight whimper, like a puppy
dog after its favorite toy is taken away.

Quickly, Mark took off the pair of boxer shorts that he was wearing and
then switched them with the pair that Zack had been sleeping with.
 Without his big brother's boxer shorts to snuggle up with, Zack looked
vaguely discontented. Feeling a little bad for the boy, Mark decided to
leave his extra dirty underwear for Zack's enjoyment. He placed the stinky
shorts over the boy's face. Still half asleep, Zack buried his nose in the
shorts and then rolled over in bed, pulling the covers over his head. He
made sort of a pleasant purring noise and seemed even happier with the
dirtier replacement underwear.

What a little freak, Mark thought as he quickly got dressed and bounded out
the door for his driving lesson. He couldn't believe that Zack was
perverted enough to steal and sniff – let alone sleep with – his big
brother's dirty underwear.

***

"I want another driving instructor!" Mark shouted, slamming the front door
as he entered the house.

"What's wrong now?" his mother groaned.

"You wouldn't believe it! He drinks on the job!"

"Huh?" Mark's father looked curiously over his newspaper, not appearing
particularly concerned.

"He had me on the highway today, and I noticed he kept drinking out of this
Poland Spring bottle he had between his knees. The more he drank, the more
the car started to smell like vodka!"

"I'm surprised you didn't ask him to share," his mother said icily, "since
I know how much you and your friends like vodka. Especially after Zack
found those bottles under your bed last week!"

His father smiled. "I'm sure teaching kids like you to drive would drive
anyone to drink!"

"Maybe we should file a complaint with the driving school," his mother
suggested.

Mark looked concerned. "Naw, I don't want him to get in trouble. I just
want another driving instructor, that's all. We'll talk about it later. I'm
going up to my room."

Zack tagged along, asking Mark nosy questions about his drunk driving
teacher. Mark started to get irritated.

Finally mark decided to level with his little brother. "Look Zack, I just
made up that story so that mom and dad would enroll me in a different
driving school."

"Well, why would you lie about that? If Mom and Dad say anything, the guy's
gonna lose his job."

"I didn't wanna tell them the real reason I don't want to get into a car
with Mr. Sanderson, okay!"

Zack looked puzzled. "What happened?"

"Well, the guy really creeps me out. Like how he's always pretending to
`help' me shift just so he can put his hand on mine. I didn't say anything
about it, and then he started to get even creepier. That's when he started
`accidentally' putting his hand on my thigh."

"How did he do it?"

"Like this," Mark demonstrated, caressing his little brother's thigh and
slowly making his way towards the boy's crotch.

"So what did you do?" Zack's eyes were starting to grow wider. Mark also
noticed that his brother was starting to pitch a tent in his shorts.

"I told him to stop!" Mark exclaimed. "Then I told him that the only people
who were allowed to touch me there were my girlfriend and my little
brother," Mark said as he continued to stroke Zack's thigh and then
playfully teased the boy's erection through his shorts.

Zack grinned. "No way! You really said that?"

"I did! You shoulda seen the look on his face when I said it!"

"Hey Mark, now I wanna meet this guy!"

"Don't even think about it! He's gross and wears a toupee!"

"So let me see," Zack said, putting his hand on his brother's leg. "He did
it to you like this?"

"Yeah."

"And you think if you didn't stop him, he might have done this?" Zack
asked, smiling as he reached for his brother's zipper.

"Probably."

"Maybe even done this?" Zack asked, reaching into his brother's jeans to
pull out a half-erect cock.

"Yeah, I think that's what he had in mind."

Zack bent over on the bed, putting his face in his brother's crotch. "I'll
bet he would have even done this!" he added, sticking his nose in the
thatch of smelly pubic hair at the base of Mark's cock. Zack stroked the
cock with his tongue, slowly moving all the way to the head and poking the
tip of his tongue around the piss slit.

It was at this point that Mark pushed the boy's head down on his
cock. After a week of regular blowjobs from Zack, he had discovered that
the boy seemed to enjoy somewhat rough treatment.

Zack tingled with pleasure as he felt his brother grab his head, pulling
down on his ears. He especially liked the feel of Mark's hand on the back
of his neck as he forced the boy to take his cock in deeper and
deeper. Zack was happy to serve his brother once again.

Zack could tell that this blow job was going to be a quickie, and it
was. Mark held onto his little brother's head like a beach ball and fucked
his face for about two minutes before he filled the boy's mouth with a load
of his sticky semen. When Zack felt his brother squirting at the back of
his throat, he pulled the cock out of his mouth a little so he could get
most of his brother's jizz on his tongue. When the blowjob was over, Zack
liked to savor the flavor in his mouth for as long as possible.

Neatly, he put his brother's cock back in his jeans and zipped him
up. Without saying a word, Zack got up and went to his room, still holding
his brother's jizz in his mouth, enjoying the delicious, salty taste.

***

Mark and Zack stood on stage. Mark was wearing a black cape and had a false
mustache spirit-gummed to his upper lip. Zack wore his Cub Scout outfit
with his plaid WeBeLoS hat and neckerchief.

"And now, I welcome you all to our portion of the show. I am the great
magician, Dr. Fausto, and this is my assistant, a very brave boy scout,"

"No, a WeBeLoS" Zack corrected, walking onto the stage.

"A very brave WeBeLoS, Pee-Wee Harris. For tonight Pee-Wee will risk his
very life to entertain YOU, the scouts of Cadenville Troop 112!"  Mark
noticed that his spirit-gummed mustache was beginning to fall off. He
pretended to be stroking it in a sinister manner, but he was really trying
his best to keep it stuck on his lip. He continued with his patter as Zack
smiled and bowed as the boy scouts applauded. Kyle Richardson, an older
scout who was one of Zack's regulars, let out a loud wolf-whistle. This
made Zack smile even more.

"My brother, I mean Pee-Wee, is now going to enter the Chamber of Almost
Certain Death. Are you ready to enter the chamber, Pee-Wee?"

"You gotta say the magic word!" Zack exclaimed impishly.

Mark was confused. There was no magic word for this trick. "What magic
word?" he asked irritably, still holding onto his mustache.

"The magic word is: Madonna Kabbalah !"

None of the boys in the audience got Zack's little joke. If any of them did
get it, they didn't find it funny. Zack didn't mind. Nobody ever laughed at
his jokes, anyway.

"Just get in the damn box where you belong, Zack!" Mark snapped. THAT made
the boys laugh.

"Yes, dear brother," Zack chirped as he climbed in the box.

Mark shut the lid on the boy. "Now you all saw Zack, I mean Pee-Wee, get
into the box. And if any of you wish to come up and inspect it, you can see
that there is no means of escape."

Several scouts did wander up to the stage. Kyle pounded on the lid of the
box. "How ya doin' in there, Zack?"

"I'm fine. It's dark."

"Okay you guys," Mark said, "you can sit down now." He took out the first
sword. "And now," he said, "I will PENETRATE the box, and Pee-Wee inside of
it, with my mighty sword!"

"That he got for twenty bucks in the Medieval Times gift shop!" Zack
giggled from inside the box.

"Now boy, are you ready for your first penetration?"

"Ready and willing!"

"Here goes!" Mark finally gave up on the mustache, which fell to the ground
as he took the sword in both hands and plunged it into the first slit in
the box. Even though the scouts had a good idea of how the trick was done,
a few of them still gasped as Mark slowly plunged the first knife in.

Inside the box, Zack began to moan, trying to sound like a porn star. "Ooh,
Dr. Fausto, it's so big, I don't think I can take it all in! You're
penetrating me with that big sword of yours! Ooh! Ooh!"

The scouts of Troop 112 started to crack up. A few of them started to laugh
hysterically, almost falling off of their folding chairs.

"We all know you sure can handle those big ones, Zack!" Kyle laughed.

Mark kicked the box and hissed at Zack through one of the slots. "Stop it,
you're ruining my act!"

Zack quieted down, allowing himself to be `penetrated' by a total of six
fake swords. Mark pulled the swords out of the box and then lifted the lid,
allowing Zack to jump out of the box in one piece.  When Zack climbed out
and took a bow, there were more hoots and wolf-whistles.

Scoutmaster Dan came onstage and congratulated the brothers. "Well done!"
he said. "Mark, that was so realistic I almost thought Zack was a goner!
I'm very impressed!"

"And by the way," Mark added, addressing the audience, "There will be, uh,
a special performance in our garage at 9 o'clock tonight. Some of you who,
uh, got to know my brother at scout camp will have a good idea of what to
expect, if you, um, know what I mean."

"Five bucks a head!" Zack grinned.

"Five bucks a head?" Scoutmaster Dan asked, surprised. "Don't tell me you
two are getting into the entertainment business now!"

"Uh, you could say that," Mark replied.

"Well, that's really great, boys. I'll have to see if I can stop by!"

All of the color drained out of Mark's face. He hadn't bargained on
Scoutmaster Dan wanting to `stop by'.

"Uh, actually, Scoutmaster Dan, you don't have to come if you don't want. I
know you're very busy."

"Yes, I guess I am a pretty busy guy. Between being a scoutmaster, a tutor,
a mentor, a big brother to inner-city youths, and a camp counselor, I just
don't know how I find the time! You're right, I probably won't be able to
come over and see the show tonight."

The boys were relieved. They knew that Scoutmaster Dan would probably freak
out if he had any idea what they had in mind.

***

Zack had only been in the box for about five minutes, and he was already
starting to feel cramped. For one thing, he was positioned differently for
the magic trick. This time he was naked with his face close to one hole and
his ass was up to the other hole. He was supported by pillows, but it
didn't help to make his position more comfortable.

He was starting to get a little nervous. He felt the cool air of the garage
on his anus and he knew he was completely vulnerable to any and all of the
boys who would be coming to use him that night. The thought of it, the
feeling of fear mixed with excitement was starting to give him an adrenalin
rush, and his cock was starting to stiffen.

"Zack, your first customer is here!" Mark sang out.

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

"Just you? You mean nobody's here yet?"

"Oh, they'll come. Trust me, they'll come. I just want to test the box
out. You know, make sure it's comfortable to use."

"Well I can tell you it sure as hell aint comfortable for me!"

"Too bad for you, Zack! This was all YOUR idea! What's the matter, getting
cold feet? Or maybe a cold ass?"

"No! I'm gonna do it! It's just that I'm getting a cramp!"

"Not my problem."

Zack saw his brother's bulging crotch through the hole. He watched as Mark
slowly unzipped and let his half-hard cock flop out of his jeans. He stuck
his cock through the hole. Zack had no choice but to open his mouth.

He felt his brother's cock growing hard in his mouth. Zack started to
realize that the box was such a tight fit that he couldn't move his head
back if he needed to. If a guy wanted to, he could choke Zack with his
cock.

There wasn't really much Zack could do as his brother began
thrusting. Since Zack couldn't move his head, he was basically getting
face-fucked through the hole. He tried his best to please his brother with
his tongue, running it frantically up and down the underside of his
brother's shaft. He also tried to vary his technique by wrapping his lips
tighter and tighter around Mark's cock. Mark moaned with pleasure as Zack
did this, and it caused him to thrust wildly, his cockhead pressing against
the back of Zack's throat. Zack began to gag. Mark continued to thrust,
grinding his pubic hair against the opening of the box.

Zack gasped when Mark pulled his cock out a little, allowing the boy to
breathe for a few seconds before he continued thrusting. Zack choked again.

He began to realize that he'd be doomed if he didn't figure out how to
swallow a cock down to the hilt. His brother's cock was fairly average, but
Zack knew from experience that some of the other boys in Mark's troop were
surprisingly well-endowed.

After choking on Mark's dick a few more times, Zack finally got into a
rhythm. He discovered it was easier to take a cock in deeper if he
stretched out his tongue as if he was trying to lick the balls. And once he
got the breathing thing figured out, he realized that he could manage okay
with Mark's cock, and probably even some of the bigger guys' cocks.

Then Mark pulled his cock all the way out and walked away from the box.
"Hey Mark! Why'd you stop? My blow job wasn't good enough? I thought I was
doing pretty good!"

"Yeah, Zack, it was fine. I just wanted to try a little rear-entry here."

Zack was alarmed. "What?!! You're not gonna fuck me, are you?"

"Well, what the hell did you expect? Why do you think we have a hole right
where your ass is?"

"Yeah, but, well," Zack stammered.

"Well, what?"

"Well, you see, I've never been fucked before. I'm a virgin."

"I thought you were giving your ass to Kyle and all those guys!"

"No fuck, just suck. I don't think I'm ready for fucking quite yet."

"Well you are now! And I'm gonna take you for a test drive!  " Zack heard
the sound of Mark spitting into his hand and lubing up his cock, which was
already slippery with Zack's saliva. Then he felt Mark tickling his hole
with a wet finger. His asshole was a little itchy, and Mark's finger going
round the hole started to feel good. He instantly relaxed and his brother
was able to slip the whole finger in.  Zack felt Mark positioning his hard,
wet cock against his hole. Mark slowly began to shove it in, but the angle
wasn't right.

"Ouch!" Zack yelped. "You're not sticking it in the right way! It hurts!"

"If this aint the right way, then what is?"

"Down a little bit. No, don't! Hey!"Zack squealed as his brother found the
entrance and swiftly plunged the entire cock head into his anus.

"Shut up, Zack! Mom's gonna hear us!"

"It hurts!"

"The worst is over. I'm in you now."

Zack found that his brother was right. Once the head was in, the rest of
the cock slid in effortlessly. The initial pain was replaced by a feeling
of warmth as his brother shoved his cock in to the hilt.

"Ooh!" Zack moaned.

"Is that an `it hurts' ooh, or a `feels good' ooh?" his brother asked.

"A little bit of both. You can keep going."

Zack's erection had started to wane when Mark had stopped fucking the boy's
mouth. Now Zack was starting to get hard again as he felt his hole expand
to take his brother's full length. He desperately wanted to jerk off badly,
but he discovered that it was such a tight fit in the box that he couldn't
move his arms. The boy knew then that he would remain in constant
stimulation with no release the entire time that he was being used in the
box.

Then Mark began to fuck him for real. Zack started to feel pain again as
his brother began to thrust hard and fast. There was nothing the boy could
do but allow himself to be used like a piece of meat. When Mark had built
the box, a touch of cruelty had inspired him to make the box lock from the
outside. Zack was trapped in the box and was at the mercy of his
brother. As the pain in his ass increased with every jab, Zack began to
wish he hadn't gotten the nutty idea to seduce his brother in the first
place.  He was getting a bit more than he bargained for.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the box, Mark was having a good time. For
once, his little brother had a good idea. He held on to the corners of the
box as he thrust his cock deeply into the hole which contained his little
brother's anus without any thought as to how much pain he might be causing
the boy.

Mark was definitely straight, and even though he had been allowing his
little brother to service him for a week already, he always felt
uncomfortable about it. Fucking Zack in the box was so much more enjoyable
for him because he had reduced his brother to a mere sex toy – just two
holes and nothing else. He could fuck and fantasize about girls without
having to look down and see his little brother naked and squirming
underneath him.

Mark was about to cum, and he started to fuck faster. That's when Zack
started to holler. "Shut up, Zack!" he growled, pounding on the box with
his fists. The hollering died down to a whimper.

Just then the boys' mother came into the garage. In horror, Mark stood
motionless with his crotch pressed against the side of the box. Since he
hadn't taken his pants down when he started fucking Zack, he hoped it would
look to his mother like he was simply leaning forward against the box. He
desperately hoped that Zack would keep quiet.

"Mark, I'm going off to the health club for a few hours. Would you look
after Zack for me?"

"Uh, sure thing, Mom," Mark squeaked nervously, his cock still buried in
his brother's ass. She looked at him curiously as she opened the garage
door and then got into her car.

Mark was relieved. His mother didn't seem to notice anything wrong, and she
was also going out for a few hours. She didn't seem to think he was smart
enough to realize where she was going.

Whenever she said she was going to the `health club' for a `workout', that
meant she was sneaking off to see one of her co-workers, with whom she was
having an affair. Perfect timing, he thought. The boys from the troop would
be coming over in about an hour, and he had been wondering how he was going
to arrange things without her knowing what was going on.

"Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Zack still in his room?"

"I think so."

"He's always on that damn internet. Why don't you get him off the computer
and play with him for a little while. You know, be a real big brother to
him. It would be nice."

"Will do." Mark felt Zack teasing his cock by tightening his anus around
it. He couldn't wait for his mother to drive away.

Once she was gone, Mark began thrusting his cock into the box even
harder. Without his mother around to hear, Zack yelped even louder.

"Stop it, Mark! Please stop it! It's no fun anymore!"

Zack's pleas had the opposite effect on his brother. Hearing how helpless
Zack was in the box brought out a fiendish desire to torment his little
brother. The more the boy squealed, the harder Mark fucked.

"Owww! Stop it! Pleeease!"

"Hurts, don't it?"

"Aaah!"

Zack's whimpers caused Mark to release all of his pent-up resentment
towards his little brother. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and
shoved it in as far as it would go. Zack gasped in pain.

"That's for telling mom about the vodka in my room!"

"I'm sorry, Mark, I'm sorry! Please stop!"

"That's for breaking my model airplanes!" Another thrust. Another squeal.

Mark continued to fuck Zack, thinking of all the ways his brother had
wronged him. Serves the little faggot right, he thought.

Mark finally lost control as Zack's screams were at their most intense. He
twitched uncontrollably as he pumped his load into the boy's young ass.
Exhausted, he collapsed onto the top of the box, his cock still buried deep
into the boy's anus.

Mark stood up and pulled his cock out of the hole. He looked at it. It was
all slimy and brown, covered with his little brother's shit. He needed to
clean it off. He got an idea. He went around to the front of the box and
stuck his cock in.

"Hey!" Zack shouted just before his brother's dirty cock filled his mouth
again.

"You got it dirty, now you clean it off!"

Zack complied, hoping that his ordeal would soon be over. He didn't mind it
really, especially since he loved licking his brother's ass and the taste
of shit didn't bother him. He licked his brother's cock clean as best he
could, savoring the taste of his own ass juice. Mark's cock slowly grew
soft in the boy's mouth. Mark put his cock back in his pants and zipped
back up.

"How you doin' in there, Zack?"

Zack had turned very quiet inside the box. Mark started to worry. Maybe he
had really injured the boy.

"Zack? Are you okay?"

"You're a jerk," Zack whispered feebly. "Let me out now."

"Can't do that, Zack. It's time for you to entertain the troops!"

To Be Continued