Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2010 09:05:17 -0400
From: rb3854@gmail.com
Subject: Becoming My Brother's Bitch Chapter 8

The year progressed and I eventually finished my junior year. My balls were
now pretty low hangers. My long cock and very large balls were played with
by many guys. I guess the weights did some good. Mike continued to whore me
out to people. One of the people was the owner of a local swimming pool
shop that also serviced pools. He decided he liked using me and what he
called my hot body. He decided I could work doing various things. Some of
his pool guys were gay and some straight. The gay guys liked me a lot. Even
though they were mostly only in their 20's, the sight of a nicely developed
younger boy made them horny. They volunteered to train me a cleaning
pools. The owner got the idea that two of us should go on the jobs. We both
arrived shirtless and in short jean shorts. I of course was also barefoot.
Some of the guys liked looking at my rather large feet and my well defined
athletic body. I always smiled back as I was told we might get tips from a
few of the women or gay male customers just for working around their pools
in as little clothes as was legal. I also liked it as I was able to drive
my truck to work and on some jobs giving me more freedom away from the
house. Tips did come my way, especially when I did the gay guys pools. Most
decided to touch me and I was not allowed to object no matter what they
did.. Some stroked my balls, others touched and rubbed my cock. Eventually,
I was told to, on a few jobs, to strip off my shorts for them.  I went
about cleaning and checking the pools totally nude. Apparently the owner
had some requests. A few even chose to suck on me or have me lie on a
lounge chair while they fucked me. I enjoyed it as I was a true cock hound.

I also worked in the shop sometimes mostly in the back, moving cases of
chlorine or other pool supplies around. As my brother didn't allow me to
wear any shoes and the place was hot in back, I usually dressed in only
ripped jeans or shorts. The owner had me work late sometimes after the
store closed so he could watch and sometimes use me. Although not real
attractive, he did have a large cock that he just rammed inside of me at
will. As he knew I was pussyboy, he let a few of his guys use me too.

I did as told as I knew if I protested, the word would get back to my
brother. None of them showed any real affection to me but rather used me a
like whore. Only C.J.  continued to treat me like a lover.

I was, by the way, finally allowed to fuck him. I was as gentle as I could
be in my love making. It felt so good to experience having my cock up
another guy's hole. It always made me smile when we did it. It was painful
for him at first but eventually his cherry was popped and it became easier.

The only bad thing about the pool job was that Mike discovered my tips. He
also collected my paycheck each week and cashed it for himself. He would
allow me only enough to get a cheap fast food type lunch each day. He also
packed a chilled bottle containing his piss that I was required to drink.
Thank goodness, some of my regular clients gave me bottled water too.

Mike also met a guy who was a tattoo and body piercing expert. Mike decided
that he wanted a tattoo and an earring. He deiced that I should have a
piercing or two also. The guy came to our house one night much to my
surprise. Mike had already picked out what we both would get. He had an
eagle done on his back and a snake done on his arm. We winced in pain a few
times but got it anyway. For me he picked a ring to go between my balls and
my hole and a prince albert. It hurt like hell to have my cock pierced. He
had double rings put in, large enough that they looked industrial. The
"artist" joked that they were big enough to hang a set of keys on the end
of my dick. Tears welled up in my eyes as the painful experience took
place. Mike decided he liked how the rings looked and debated about having
more done to me. As I wasn't 18 yet, it wasn't supposed to happen but the
guy did it anyway. Once done, I "paid" the man by sucking a rimming him. He
fucked me too to work off the debt. My cock was left alone for a day or so
to heal but eventually, Mike decided to add a little extra. Now he
installed a small padlock through the rings to which only he had the key.
Between the balls weights and now my pierced dick, it took a little getting
used to to have all of this weight pulling on me. Mike commented that he
did that to make sure I didn't fuck my "boyfriend" anymore.

Somehow he knew. I cried when I realized that my dick was now just an
ornament or plaything but probably not able to use for fucking anymore.
Mike wasn't sympathetic as he told me I was nothing but a cunt anyway.