LIL BOSS BRO

BY AABAAAD

Hi there. My name is Ricky March. I live on Nelson street with my
dad and older brother Ron. Well, Ron is...like..twenty-two and
lives over the new garage dad built last year, so I'm not sure if
that counts as living 'with' or not. When he moved out, I got his
room, which is really a bachelor suite that Dad built when he and
Mom moved into the house. It's So cool, with a stove & fridge,
and it's own bathroom & stuff. Anyway, after the divorce, Ron
kinda looked after me a lot, and he's gotta be the bestest big
brother ever. He takes me places and does fun stuff with me and
won't let anyone pick on me either. People say some bad stuff
about Ron sometimes, cause he's gay, which I think is really
dumb. He's always been there for me if I needed someone, and I
can talk to him about anything. He never laughs at me or makes
fun, just explains if I'm wrong, or out in left field about
something. He does tend to hug a lot, but that's ok too, cause he
knows not to do it when people are around, cause I'm really too
big for that stuff now. Ok, so, that's me. What I want to tell
you about is my best friend Jeffy Hart, and his asshole big
brother Jimmy.

Jeffy and I have been best friends..like..forever...He lives
three doors down, on the other side of the street. His mom is a
nurse, and she works the three to midnight shift most of the
time, and sometimes on the weekends too, cause she says they
don't have enough people at the hospital. I feel sorry for her
sometimes. She always looks tired, but she's really nice to me,
so I think they shouldn't work her so hard.

With his mom working, that means that Jimmy is in charge most of
the time, like after school every day and sometimes on weekends
too. Jeffy comes over to my place a lot, cause Jimmy picks on him
something terrible. I don't think Jimmy likes Jeffy much, and I
don't know why. Maybe he's just a jerk, and likes pushing people
around. I don't think he can do that at school much. He's pretty
skinny for a seventeen year old, and not very strong, so I think
when he gets pushed around at school, he comes home and does the
same to Jeffy. Bummer.

Anyway I'm sitting at home one night after school, when my beeper
goes off. I take a look and it's Jeffy's number, so I call, and
he says to get over to his place..like...right now, I gotta see
this.

So I put my shoes on and scooted down the street and into the
Hart residence. I call for Jeffy, and he answers from Jimmy's
bedroom. This is likely not a good thing, cause Jimmy will smack
him good if he's caught in there. I go into Jimmy's room a little
nervously and say hey to Jeffy. He says hey, and come here and
look at this. I walk over and look at the screen. Wow. There was
a picture of a young guy, all tied up, with another young guy's
dink in his mouth. Wherecha get that, I asks and he says he
brought it out of a file Jimmy had in his briefcase. That's nice
says I, and speaking of the asshole, just where would he be right
now? Having him walk in right now would be the kiss of death, and
I'm too young to be a homicide victim, thank you very much, and
just what the hell is Jeffy doing in Jimmy's computer anyway.
Where did he get the password and stuff?

Jeffy says that he found a piece of paper with the password on
it, and he wanted to see what big bro had on his puter. Would it
be all right for him to send a couple of files to me so we can
have a look at the whole thing whenever we had time. Sure, I
says, send 'em along, and we'll have a boo tomorrow after school.
That seemed like a good idea, so he e-mailed a shitload of stuff
to my puter, cleared them off the sent file and shut things down.
Then we went out to the kitchen and got a soda and went out on
the back deck and sat down for a while. I really couldn't stay
long cause I had homework to do yet, so we talked about what he
might have in the files and stuff, then I finished my drink and
went home.

The next night after school, Jeffy came to my place and we
started to open Jimmy's files. What a surprise. It
was...Like..all gay stuff, and a kind of diary, only this diary
was about guys at Jimmy's school, and how he thought this guy was
a hunk and how he'd like to have to suck his cock and stuff.
Jeffy and I looked at each other, shit eatin' grins on our faces,
high fived each other and started reading. It was some
interesting, I'll tell you. Seems like Jimmy wanted to be a slave
for these guys, and get tied up and tortured, get taken out and
thrown out of the car downtown in his underwear, and having to
suck these guy's cocks while everyone watched, and made to do all
sorts of embarrassing stuff. It was weird. Another file were all
pictures of tied up guys being made to do stuff with other guys.
Some were pretty gross, like where the tied up guy was sucking
one guy's cock and another guy had his dink up the tied up guy's
butt. Another one named all Jimmy's customers, (Oh I forgot to
tell you, Jimmy deals hash and grass around town) and how much
they took every week and how much they paid for it. We were
surprised at some of the names. A lot weren't even kids, but
grownups who had businesses and stuff. And a shitload of money.
It also listed the people he got his stuff from, and how much HE
paid for it. Adding and subtracting was something we could do and
the difference was pretty amazing. No wonder Jimmy never had to
worry about buying new stuff, like shoes or dvds, or parts for
his car. So Jeffy and I laughed ourselves silly at the pictures
and the diary, and sat open mouthed when we figured out the money
thing. Fuck. I said Geez I wished we could get some money like
that and Jeffy says he bet we could, and he could get back at
Jimmy for being such an asshole all the time. I didn't see it, so
Jeffy got this look he gets when I'm being dense and started to
talk like I was a ten year old or something, and he damned near
got a smack for it, cause it really pisses me off when he does
that. Anyway he talked for a while, and some of the stuff made
sense, and some just plain scared me. He says he needs my help
and would I do it? I thought about what he had told me and
reluctantly agreed to give it a shot, but if Jimmy kicked the
shit out of us, when we got out of the hospital, I was going to
kick the shit out of him again, and I wouldn't even come to the
hospital to see him. So, he says that we gotta be ready by
Friday, cause his mother was going away on a two week course for
the hospital. They paid for everything and she'd get a promotion
if she passed the test so she was going, even though she wasn't
sure if Jimmy could handle everything for two whole weeks. So I
said, what's to get ready? You just print up the stuff and stick
it in an envelop and give it to him. Jeffy says we have to find
out what people in our position do when they have things go the
way we plan. I said oh, kinda, and figured oookaaay, whatever.

So for the next couple days Jeffy came to my place till supper
and we looked through the net to get some ideas about how we were
going to go about this.

Anyway Friday came and when we got home from school, everything
was ready to go. Jeffy put all the file print outs in a big brown
envelop, along with instructions for Jimmy to follow. They said
that Jimmy didn't have to do anything, but if he decided not to,
Jeffy would send the diary and gay pics to all his classmates and
especially the guys mentioned in it. Man, his life would be over
if those jocks knew he was queer, and wanting their bodies. As
for the dope stuff, it would go to the police for them to do with
it whatever they wanted.

We put the envelop on the keyboard of his computer and got the
hell out of there. We didn't know how he would react and didn't
want to be around to find out right away. We went over to my
place, so I could grab some money, and then headed downtown for a
couple movies and maybe a loooong pizza after. We kinda fooled
around for a while, not really wanting to go home, but just
before midnight we figured we'd better find out what was
happening. When we got to Jeffy's house, each of us sort of
wanted the other to go in first, so the other could scoot while
Jimmy was ripping arms and legs off. We decided we both should go
in together, took a deep breath and opened the side gate to the
back yard. We peeked around the corner, two heads searching
carefully for anything that might indicate lethal force. Boy did
our eyes get big. There in the back yard, tied to one of the
support legs of the deck sat Jimmy. At least we thought it was
Jimmy, what with the black pillow case over his head and
everything. He'd done exactly what the orders said, much to our
surprise. He was sitting with his back against the deck support,
ropes tying his waist and upper chest. His legs were straight out
in front, tied together at knees and ankles, his feet tied to a
tent peg driven into the ground. His wrists were zip tied (you
know, those plastic ties that electricians use) behind the post,
so he couldn't get loose, and he was bare naked. A black pillow
case was over his head so he couldn't see, and if the
instructions had been followed, he had a pair of his dirty
underwear stuffed in his mouth, and duct taped in place. Well,
didn't we just start to yuk it up. We laughed and laughed, until
we were both rolling on the ground. This was just TOO precious.
Jimmy started to wiggle when he heard us, but he'd done a really
good job on himself and couldn't get loose. We giggled and rolled
around a while, then Jeffy and I got up and went over beside him.
Jeffy dug his fingers into Jimmy's ribs for a while, and we
laughed again as he wiggled and tried to say something through
his underwear. This was just So cool.

After a while we stopped and Jeffy started to talk to Jimmy,
asking him if he understood he was now our total and complete
slave. Jimmy nodded his head. Jeffy told him he would do ANYTHING
Jeffy told him to do, and he would let Jeffy do anything he
wanted to him. He nodded again. I thought I heard a sob there,
but I must have been mistaken, cause seventeen year olds don't
cry..right? Jeffy told him that he could disobey an order any
time Jimmy wanted. There wouldn't be a big fight over it, Jeffy
would just say fine and everything would be sent immediately. Did
Jimmy understand this? Again a nod. So we sat for a little while.
To be quite honest, I don't think we really believed this
blackmail thing would really work, so we weren't sure just what
we should do next. Soooo... while we were thinking, we moved down
and started tickling Jimmy's feet. Jimmy is god awfully ticklish,
and watching his feet flop around, toes wide, trying to get away
from our fingers was MOST funny. He was wriggling his body, and
desperately pulling at the tent peg with his legs, trying to get
away, but everything held just fine. I don't know what he was
trying to say, cause all we could hear was a "mmmmph," from the
gag, but his head was whipping around a lot.

We did this for a while, then Jeffy said to stop, and we did.
Jimmy was breathing hard, making funny sounds through his gag.
Jeffy picked up a roll of duct tape laying beside Jimmy and you
could almost see the light come on over his furry little head, an
evil smile crawling across his face. He got up and went into the
house, coming out a couple minutes later with a pair of
sidecutters in his hand. He told me to start untying Jimmy's feet
and knees, while he went to work on the body ropes. We had him
untied pretty quick and it was funny to see him whip his feet up
close to his body, knees bent, to hide his doin's from us. Jimmy
was SHY...who'da thunk it? Jeffy reached around with the side
cutters and cut the zip tie, so now Jimmy was completely free.
This was the moment when it was either gonna be awful, and
personal injuries were gonna occur, or it was gonna be great and
we had ourselves a slave. We both kinda held our breaths while
Jeffy told Jimmy to crawl out on the lawn and lay on his belly,
and were MOST pleased when he did as directed, still with the
pillow case over his head. Jeffy and I kinda crawled along with
him, Jeffy carrying the duct tape. When he had laid on his tummy,
Jeffy told him to put his arms behind his back and grab each
elbow with a hand. Jimmy did, and with a great big shit eating
grin on his face, Jeffy looked at me and pulled a long strip of
duct tap off the roll. Starting on one arm, just above where the
fingers came around the elbow, Jeffy wound the duct tape around
the arm, over the fingers, then the hands and continued,
overlapping the tape just a bit on every wind, until Jimmy had
his hands and arms fully covered, finger tip to finger tip, and
just a little beyond. He was helpless, unable to even wiggle his
fingers. Then he ordered Jimmy to stand up. This was just SO
funny, watching big bro struggle to get up on his feet. We didn't
help him at all, just sat back and laughed. Finally, he managed
to get up on his knees and stood up. Jeffy ordered him to spread
his legs cause we wanted to get a close look at his doin's.
Slowly Jimmy spread himself, and there he was, in all his bare
naked glory, laid out just for us. Man..was this a rush or what?
Jeffy left Jimmy standing there for a while, then went into the
house. He came back with two wooden rulers and handed me one. He
told Jimmy he had been a VERY bad boy and needed to be spanked.
Then we started to whack his bare cheeks with the rulers. In no
time at all we had Jimmy dancing around the yard, twisting and
turning, trying to get away from the smacking rulers. We thought
this was funny, watching his dumb attempts to ease the
punishment, and the sounds coming from his gagged mouth were just
hilarious. His ass cheeks and his upper thighs got really red as
he danced, which was kinda cool, (Hey! That's a pun..right?).

We did this for a while, then Jeffy said to stop, and he reached
up and pulled off the pillow case. Poor Jimmy had tears rolling
down his cheeks, and he was getting all snotted up.

Jeffy just stood there and looked at his big bro for a moment,
watching him still dancing from foot to foot trying to get his
ass to cool down a bit. Then he broke up, and started laughing SO
hard. He told his bro he was a little pussy boy, and had no
balls, reaching out and grabbing Jimmy's balls, squeezing a bit
till Jimmy went up on his toes. Jeffy pulled a bit and made Jimmy
walk around the yard on his tip toes, calling him faggot and
queer (I gotta tell you, I wasn't really comfortable with this,
cause of Ron, but, hey, it was his big bro, not mine), then he
told Jimmy he had been sitting for so long, he must be stiff, and
needed some exercise, so why didn't he go and run around the
block bare naked. I thought this was just So funny and now I
started to laugh, especially when Jimmy started shaking his head,
eyes big and horrified. Jeffy just smiled and went and opened the
gate, and told him to get going, and he should hurry, cause if he
took too long he would be punished and have to go again.

Well, Jimmy just stood there for a moment, looking at his little
brother, then took off like a swat team was on his tail. We ran
out to the sidewalk and watched his skinny butt disappear up the
street, holding each other so we wouldn't fall down, we were
laughing so hard. A few minutes later he came up the block from
the other direction, his gonads flopping around like a sheet hung
on the line in a high wind. It was well after midnight now, and
the street wasn't busy at all, but lights were on all up the
block, so the chance on him being seen was pretty good. He got
back breathing really hard through his nose, the snot from when
he was crying from the spanking running down and over his upper
lip. Man, it was just gross.

Jeffy shook his head sadly, and told Jimmy he'd taken to long,
and to lie on his stomach, right there on the front lawn next to
the sidewalk. Jimmy kinda whimpered, then went down on his knees,
and fell over on his side. Stretching out he rolled back on his
belly and lay still.

We went to his feet and each grabbed an ankle and brought his
feet up so his soles were facing the sky. Jeffy told Jimmy,
because he'd been so slow, we were going to warm his feet up and
bit. He was going to get twenty-five swats on the bottoms of his
feet, then he was gonna run around the block again. Jimmy wiggled
a little, and again a little whimper snuck by the gag. Jeffy and
I started whacking his soles with the rulers. By the time we had
twenty-five done, his legs were jerking, and his soles were nice
and red. We got him up again, and watched him dance from foot to
foot in the cool grass. Then Jeffy pointed to the sidewalk and
said to get going. Yep, off he went, the street lights flashing
off his butt as he ran.

I says to Jeffy how many times could we send him around the
block, and Jeffy says that this should likely be the last, cause
if the neighbours saw him, they might raise hell when his mom got
home. But I shouldn't worry cause he had lots of ideas left.
That's one thing about Jeffy, he's an idea man..err..not always
great ideas, but lots and lots of them.

Soooo..when Jimmy came tearing back up the sidewalk, Jeffy
directed him through the gate and into the back yard. Jimmy
looked REALLY relieved to be off the street. Jeffy had him go up
on the deck, and lay down on his tummy with his feet hanging over
the side. Then he went and picked up the ropes that Jimmy had
tied himself to the deck post with, and came back, tying Jimmy's
feet to the edge of the deck. After that he took a zip tie and
fastened Jimmy's big toes together. Be right back, he says and
goes in the house. A few minutes he comes back out with an ice
cream bucket filled with steamy hot water and two stiff scrub
brushes. He tells Jimmy that his soles are all dirty from running
around in his bare feet, and he can't let him in the house like
that so we're going to clean them up.

Grinning ear to ear, we take the brushes, dip them in the hot
water and go to work on the helpless soles, brushing them without
mercy to get them clean again. Boy, didn't Jimmy just wiggle. He
was writhing around like a snake with a broken back, and yelling
into his underwear something awful. It got worse when we paid
attention to the bottoms of his toes, feet flexing and wrinkling,
toes splayed and wiggling desperately. This was just SO much fun.
I was starting to get tented a bit from watching those thrashing
feet. In a while we were finished, and Jimmy's soles were just
about shining, they were so clean. We untied him and Jeffy held
the door while he went inside, us guys following right behind.

We put Jimmy in the living room and Jeffy took a pair of scissors
and cut the duct tape around his mouth, the outside kinda coated
with snot now..ughh...and peeled it off. Jimmy made a little
noise when the tape peeled off around his hair, pulling it
something awful I bet. Finally Jeffy reached in and pulled the
underwear out of Jimmy's mouth. Telling him to keep his mouth
shut and don't say anything, Jeffy went and got a glass of water
from the kitchen, coming back and giving Jimmy a drink. Jimmy got
most of it down, choking a bit and having some run over, cause
Jeffy poured it into his mouth kinda fast. When he had finished
coughing, Jimmy asked Jeffy why he was doing this, and Jeffy up
and smacked him right upside the face. He smacked him again with
the other hand, and kept smacking while he told him that he
wasn't to talk without permission, ever. He would keep his mouth
shut or he'd get whacked every time, no matter where they were.
He was a fucking slave boy, a little pussy bitch, and Jeffy made
the rules, and he'd better listen or he'd be really, really sorry
and did he understand. Jimmy nodded, starting to tear up and shut
his yap. Jeffy says good, so get over in front of the coffee
table and get on his knees.

Jimmy did as he was ordered, and Jeffy went and sat down on the
couch. He took off his shoes, and peeled his socks, putting his
bare feet up on the coffee table and wiggling his toes. He tells
Jimmy that seein's how he had been good enough to wash Jimmy's
feet, the least Jimmy can do is wash his....with his tongue.
Jimmy looked really sad, almost like he was going to cry, then
bent down and started licking Jeffy's soles. His tongue ran up
and down those soles, as Jeffy ordered him, then flicked in
between the toes, and then started sucking each toe one at a
time. Jeffy, laughing at him, and calling him toe sucker and
human washcloth, and tongue boy, had him do both feet three
times. Then it was my turn. I kicked off my shoes (I don't wear
socks much, except when it gets really cold) and put him to work
slurping my toe jam. I have to admit it felt really fine, this
foot licking, and I enjoyed every minute, not to mention watching
this big kid who could break me in half likely, doing what I told
him like a six year old. It was all very exciting..LOLOL..and I
was getting excited. This was POWER, man and I was loving it.

After Jimmy had finished my feet, Jeffy had him head down to the
bathroom. While he had been sucking my toes, Jeffy had put a
chair in the shower stall. He had Jimmy sit in the chair, and
with the ropes laying on the floor, tied him down, ropes at the
waist and above the nipples secured his upper body tightly, and
then his legs were spread and his ankles bound to the back legs,
leaving his feet off the floor and wiggling. When he was
finished, Jimmy could only squirm a bit, unable to actually move
himself or the chair at all. Then Jeffy stuffed one of the dirty
socks he had taken off earlier in Jimmy's mouth, tying the other
one around his head, knotting it in the front tightly, pushing
the gag deep into his mouth.

We stood admiring his work for a few minutes, asking Jimmy if the
socks tasted good and if he minded having a shower now and some
other things too. Then Jeffy reached in and turned on the cold
water. Jimmy jerked against the ropes, twisting, trying to get
out of the cold stream, to no use. Jeffy told Jimmy we had some
stuff to do, but he had better get used to it cause he was gonna
have one of these every morning till their mom got home. Then,
laughing we told him to enjoy, and went back to the living room,
leaving him squirming on the chair, yelling into his gag, eyes
big and begging. Oh my, those eyes. I never knew how eyes could
say stuff without any words. It was great!

We laughed and talked for a while in the living room,
congratulating ourselves on our conquest, and thinking about what
we could do with our boy for the next two weeks. You have to
admit, it had potential, especially for a couple of young guys.
It was just so fucking HOT to watch an older guy running naked
right out in public, just cause you told him to. Makes me get a
stiffy just thinking about it. (ohhh, it really does..umm..be
back in a few..stiffy break).

Ahhh, there we go, that's better...now where was I? Oh yeah, We
were in the living room. Anyway Jeffy gets up and goes to the
basement and brings up a chain and a couple padlocks. He takes
them into Jimmy's bedroom and attaches the chain to the leg and
crosspiece at the head of the bed and puts on one of the locks.
Ok, he says that's ready, let's go see how he's doing. We walk
back into the bathroom and checked our blue boy. Well not exactly
blue, but damned cold for sure. Jeffy turned off the water and we
untied a shivering seventeen year old from the chair. His dingus
looked like it was trying to crawl into his tummy to get warm,
and we laughed at it's little size, causing Jimmy's face to turn
beet red. We laughed at that too. Jimmy was stood, dripping wet
and vibrating, while Jeffy tied his feet together, then made a
loop in a piece of rope and slipped it over his cock and balls,
tightening it till Jimmy yelped into the socks stuffed in his
mouth. Jeffy gave a pull and Jimmy bunny hopped a couple steps,
then we hopped him back to the living room. Jeffy went outside,
and brought in the rulers, giving me one, and told Jimmy he
needed to dry up a bit, so he should start hopping around the
living room. We helped him along, when he slowed down, by
whacking his butt cheeks, making him jerk and thrust his balls
forward trying to lessen the contact. You'd have pissed yourself
watching him. You really would have. He bounced around a while,
with us giggling and smacking him pretty hard, his butt getting
all red again, his balls jiggling up and down, then Jeffy told
him we were getting tired and it was time to go to bed. We hopped
him to his bedroom and his eyes got all big when he saw the
chain. Jeffy made him lay down on his stomach, then put the chain
around his neck and clicked the lock on. You sleep on the floor
he was told cause Ricky (that's me, remember?) was going to sleep
in his bed tonight, and he better do whatever Ricky wants. I
thought this was pretty nice of Jeffy, giving me his big bro for
the night, when he could have just as easily claimed him for
himself. Sooo..is Jeffy the bestest friend or what? He told me I
could please myself, and use the ruler if Jimmy didn't behave,
but I shouldn't take too long cause we had all day tomorrow and
he wanted to get started early. I said ok and sat on the edge of
the bed. I asked Jimmy if I took the socks out of his mouth, was
he gonna be good? He nodded, and I told him the same rule went
for me as for Jeffy. He wouldn't talk unless I told him he could
and did he understand? He nodded again, so I get on my knees and
undid the knot in the sock and freed up his mouth. He kinda
worked his mouth a bit, but was really good and didn't say a
word. I kinda sat there for a few minutes thinking about what I
should do to him. Hey...this was all new to me, so I thought
about it a bit. That's what I do, I think things over before I
get into it, not like Jeffy who holds his nose and cannonballs
before he gives it any thought at all. It did occur to me that I
still had a terrific hard-on, and Jimmy was a hard-on expert, so
to speak, at least he should know how, judging by the stuff on
his computer, even if he had never actually DONE it with anybody.
Hmmm, had he done it with anybody? So I asks him if he actually
had blown anybody ever. To my surprise he nods yes, and I ask
who. He tells me that he'd sucked Sammy Shield's cock. Sammy was
Jimmy's friend, they hung together a lot, so now I knew why. I
asked how many times, and he says lots of times. So I asks if
Sammy was making him suck his cock, and Jimmy says yeah, Sammy
let him suck his cock once, then threatened to tell everyone at
school if he didn't do it regular. So I asked him if Sammy was
his Master or something, and he says no, not really, but he kinda
has to do what Sammy says to do, although he doesn't make him do
embarrassing stuff, just sex things. Now wasn't that just
interesting? Just when you think you know somebody..go figure.

So I drop my pants and undies and plonk down in front of Jimmy,
kinda sticking my woodie in his face and tells him to start
making the swelling go away. I skittled up close to him, my legs
on either side and ol faithful rubbing his nose. Didn't he just
glom onto me and start working up and down. Jeez it was like
getting hooked up to a Hoover. I gotta tell you, I've never had
anything like it in my whole short life. Getting the idea I liked
it? You betcha. I didn't last very long, (hey! it's not like I'd
been doing this sort of thing every day you know) and in no time
at all dufus had a mouthful of Ricky cum. He didn't gag or
nothing, just swallowed like it was chocolate pudding. Wow. I was
thinking this was gonna be a GREAT year. Anyway I found I was
pretty tired about then, so I took off my tee, got into Jimmy's
bed and got ready to go to sleep. I thought about it for a couple
minutes, then took a pillow, and got up again and put it under
Jimmy's head. Then I took the spare blanket and covered him with
it. Seemed to me he'd been pretty good, blowing me without
whining or anything, so there was no reason to be mean. He took a
chance and said thank you, figuring I wouldn't spaz about him
talking when he wasn't supposed to, and I told him no problem.
Then I got back into bed, turned off the light and went to sleep.

******

I was woken the next morning to the sound of someone whining and
crying. I rolled over and looked at Jimmy, to find him on his
stomach, Jeffy on top just fucking his ass like a bunny. He
didn't even stop, just looked up at me and grinned, still
thrusting hard into Jimmy's jiggling ass. I says Hey, and Jeffy
says Hhheyyyy, kinda catching a breath in the middle. Jimmy was
letting out little cries every time Jeffy bottomed out. This was
MOST interesting. Finally Jeffy got this weird look on his face
and yeowed, then collapsed on Jimmy's back, breathing harshly. I
sat up and asked him if he was ok, and he just giggled and told
me he was SO all right, and did I wanna get rid of my morning
stiffie. I thought about this for, oh, four or five seconds
anyway, then got on top of Jimmy and stuck my dingus into his
ass. He went AHHH and his head came up when I got in. He started
kicking his feet again as I pumped away, just like he had when
Jeffy was doin' the deed. His ass moved around a bit, like it was
trying to get away, but I kept on keepin' on. I found it felt
better the harder I pushed, so my pubes kinda bounced off the
skinny ass underneath as I whaled away, feeling stuff I'd never
felt before. This was my first real fuck (So tell me how many
you'd had at my age) and I figured I was going to enjoy it..and I
did. It didn't seem very long until I popped and collapsed onto
Jimmy's back just like Jeffy had.

I lay there for a minute or two, catching my breath, then looked
over at Jeffy. He was sitting, with his back against the bed
laughing fit to die. I didn't think I was that funny, and started
to chew on him a bit, but he shook his head and said it wasn't
me, idiot, it was his jerkoff brother. This was gonna be So much
fun, cause bro had no choice and he didn't have the guts to quit,
cause he was scared what the guys at school would do to him if
they found out about his computer files.

When I was finished, Jeffy unlocked the chain around Jimmy's neck
and told him to get his worthless ass into the bathroom. He had
him sit on the shower chair and we tied him to it again, like
before, his feet tied to the back rungs, off the floor, so he
couldn't move it around. Jimmy started to beg Jeffy not to give
him another shower, but got stopped in mid beg, as it were, by
Jeffy smacking his face, and yelling at him not to say a fucking
word without Jeffy's permission. That kinda shut him up until we
turned on the cold water really hard, and stood laughing as Jimmy
yelped and wiggled in the chair. Jeffy grabbed my arm and said
c'mon and we went and left Jimmy and his shrinking dink and went
out to the kitchen, starting to hunt for something to eat. We fed
ourselves, doing some toast and orange juice and a couple of cut
up cantaloupe, all while Jimmy sat shivering in the can.

By the time Jeffy and me went back to the bathroom to get Jimmy,
he was sitting with his teeth chattering. We got him untied and
didn't even dry him off, just grabbed his cock and pulled him
down the hall and into the living room. Jeffy had him lay down on
the floor, and then using a pair of scissors, snipped the duct
tape holding his arms behind him. We ripped off the tape, pulling
arm hair and all with it, enjoying Jimmy's little cries as the
gluey stuff came off reluctantly. Then Jeffy made him stand up
and start hopping up and down on the spot, his arms rigid at his
sides, until he dried off. It was hilarious watching his cock and
balls jiggling like a bowl of jello, and we laughed and pointed
and said things to Jimmy as he bounced along. After a while,
Jeffy thought Jimmy was dry enough, and ordered him to stop. Then
he told Jimmy he was going to take us to the park this morning,
and just a minute while he got something for him to wear. He came
back in a minute or two with a pair of his old tighty whiteys and
tossed them to Jimmy and told him to put them on. Of course, they
were too small for Jimmy, his crotch hair showing above the
waistband and the crack of his ass partially visible from behind.
Then Jeffy told Jimmy that we wanted some money. We wouldn't look
wherever Jimmy had it, but he knew it wasn't all in the bank,
cause then people would ask questions, so he had it stashed
somewhere.

He named a sum that made me choke and told Jimmy to go get it. (I
know, I know, you all want to know how much..right? Sorry, but
that's business, you know? I'm sure you understand.) Jimmy just
stood and stared for a moment, then sighing padded off to his
room. In a few moments, he came back with a handful of bills,
giving them to his little brother, who cut the pile in half and
gave one portion to me. Jeffy said thanks, and from now on he and
I would get a certain amount every week, come hell or high water.
No excuses. So Jimmy was to keep on what he was doing and it
damned well better be profitable, and did Jimmy understand. Jimmy
nodded sadly and we had us an income.

Then Jeffy went down the hall into his mother's room, came back
with a small medicine type bottle with a rubber ball on the top
of an eyedropper thingee. He went to the kitchen cabinet under
the sink and took a sponge out of a package. He wetted the sponge
and squeezed it out, then came back to the living room. He told
Jimmy to open his mouth, and popped the sponge right in. Then he
took the eyedropper and squeezed a liquid onto Jimmy's bottom
lip, cheek to cheek. He had Jimmy close his mouth normally (well
as normal as he could with his cheeks bulged out like a
chipmunk), and told him not to move his lips until he had
permission. He turned to me, holding out the bottle, saying it
was the stuff doctors used on skin and flesh to close wounds
without stitches. His mother had brought some home when Jeffy had
done a one and a half gainer off his bike and opened up the side
of his face. Grinning widely, he watched Jimmy for a couple
minutes, then told him he could move now. Oh the look, the look,
when Jimmy realized his lips were glued together. He really tried
to get them apart for a little while. We were just laughing our
guts out when he tried to say something and all that came out was
mmmmmph. Funny or what?

Jeffy picked up Jimmy's car keys off the coffee table and tossed
them to him, saying let's go. Jimmy's eyes got really, really big
when he realized he was going out in a teeny pair of whiteys,
that barely covered his gonads and had the wind whistling up his
crack. To make it worse, Jeffy told him to get down on his hands
and knees and crawl out to the car. We giggled ourselves silly
watching this skinny jerkoff crawl down the front steps, his
crack flexing with every, uuhh, step? crawl? whatever! Anyway,
off we went to the park. This is a county park, and is about
eight or nine miles from the house, just on the other side of the
city. It is close enough to have bus service, and is well wooded,
with a man made lake in the middle. There are also large open
expanses of lawn with picnic tables scattered around for folks to
do the family thing. What is was, was a place where any teen with
or without a car could go and hang on the weekends, and most of
the summer for some. Lots of quiet places to be off by themselves
if they wanted, or mingle with the civvies if they desired. They
had a takeout place on one end, and washrooms scattered around so
it was a full service park, and was used heavily.

The first thing Jeffy did when we got to the park, was have Jimmy
park in a bus zone. Jimmy looked puzzled but did as he was
directed. When we got out, he kinda held back until Jeffy got a
little sharp with him, and he stood looking SO like a dork in his
little teeny whiteys beside the car. Jeffy led the way and Jimmy
and I followed along as we crossed the driveway and across a
parking lot, Jimmy tenderfooting as the gravel bit at his soft
soles. We crossed an big open area and settled on a picnic table
on the far side where we could see up to the lake, and across the
parking lot to where Jimmy's car sat, pretty good view of
anything happening in the open. Jimmy's face was red as a fire
truck, really embarrassed, which of course, amused us to no end.
Jeffy dropped his back pack on the table, reached in and pulled
out the super, super glue. He had Jimmy hold out his right hand,
palm up, then put the liquid in a line up each finger, then ran a
line around the entire palm, finishing with an X in the middle.
He told Jimmy to reach behind himself and grasp his left wrist.
Jimmy did as he was ordered, but I think he was getting a little
panicy now, his eyes were starting to tear up, chubby cheeks and
all. Four minutes later Jimmy was effectively self trussed as the
glue melded his hand to his wrist behind his back. Laughing
steadily, Jeffy went back into the pack and pulled out a length
of rope, had Jimmy back up to the picnic table, and tied his
ankles to the bottom of one leg. So there he was left standing
with his mouth unable to make noise, his hands unable to do
anything, and his legs unable to walk, his cock and balls all but
hanging out of a pair of way-to-small underwear. Can you see it?
huh? Great huh? Well hang on, cause it wasn't over yet. To finish
it off, Jeffy took another short piece of rope, pulled the front
of the underwear down and wound this rope round and round the
base of his cock and balls, pulling them tight, then pulled the
shorts up again. It looked really funny cause the rope really
made his package bulge out, and the shorts were stretched really
tight, so you could see his balls AND the rope from the side, and
the ass crack just got longer. Ok, now you got the whole picture.
We stood admiring Jeffy's work, agreeing that it was a pretty
picture, with pussy boy looking like...well..a pussy boy. Gales
of laughter here.

So Jeffy says to me to hang for a while and buggers off towards
the takeout place on the other side of the park, so I sit on the
table, my feet on the seat and chat at Jimmy a bit. From behind I
can see he's really trying to get his hand unglued from his
wrist, but that stuff was just fantastic, didn't give an inch. In
a little while I was a bit bored, so I get down and go around in
front of Jimmy and see if my finger will fit in his belly button.
Well, didn't that just make him wiggle and squirm, twisting his
body desperately trying to escape the sonic digit. I thought this
was just all right and started wiggling it a bit. Yep, he seemed
to notice. He started saying things that didn't get out, but I
was sure he was saying bad, bad things to me. The good part was
that as a side effect his dork started to swell. Like there was
room. All of his balls came into sight and the bottom of his
shaft with the rope wound around, as ol faithful popped up and
out. Oh my, wasn't it just funnier than a roomful of clowns.

I was still making him wiggle when Jeffy got back, holding a
bottle of water. He took in the scene and started laughing,
telling me I had potential for sure. Then, with a big grin, he
held out the water bottle for me to touch. Man, it was just ice
cold, he must have gotten it out of the chilled dispenser. I knew
what was gonna happen next, so I went back up on the table and
grabbed Jimmy's hair, and pulled him arched back over the top. He
squawked a bit, shaking his head trying to get away from the hair
pull. He squawked a hell of a lot more when Jeffy uncorked that
ice water and poured it all over his standing up pecker, soaking
the shorts and making Mr Johnson scrabble for cover. Ahhh, Jesus,
my sides were hurting by now. Just about then, Jeffy had me turn
Dufus's head towards where his car was parked. A friggin tow
truck was picking it up on the hook. Seems Jeffy had made a phone
call to the security company for the park and complained about
this car parked in the bus zone. The look on Jimmy's face was
just precious. Oh my, oh my, I told you Jeffy was an idea guy.
Poor old Jimmy watched helplessly as his ride went out the
driveway, figuring a hundred dollar release tag at the yard, not
that he couldn't afford it.

We laughed at Jimmy for a while, then Jeffy opened his pack
again, and made a show of fumbling around in it. Ahh jeez he
says, telling Jimmy that somehow he'd left the release agent for
the glue at home, darn it. Sorry, his fault. Anyway, he says, now
we've got money he thinks we'll catch the bus downtown. Seein's
how Jimmy appeared to be broke, and no where to keep money
anyway, he guessed Jimmy was gonna have to walk all the way home,
but don't worry cause Jeffy'd make sure the keys were safely in
his pocket. It wouldn't take to long to get on his knees and pick
the ropes on his ankles, but he guessed the cock rope was going
to be out of reach. It was ok, the shorts should dry in a while
and his pecker wouldn't be so visible through the wet fabric.
Have a nice day.

Jeffy, did up the straps on his pack and we turned to go over to
the bus stop, where we could watch Jimmy as we waited for the bus
to arrive. Jeffy stopped, and said to Jimmy, who had tears
rolling down his cheeks, that this was just the beginning. Things
like this was going to happen all the time now, and Jimmy better
get used to it. We were going to have SUCH a fun time with him,
over and over. He was Jeffy's bitch now.

We went over and sat down in the shelter, watching Jimmy drop to
his knees and start picking frantically at the ankle ropes with
his one unglued hand. Laughing ourselves silly, we got on the bus
and headed downtown with full pockets and full chests, filled
with POWER. Ten four.

We spent the day downtown, doing the rounds of the arcades,
picked up a few DVDs and I got some new jeans, and a couple of
tees. Jeffy was looking at a whole new stereo system, when I
pulled him aside and had a little chat. So here's the deal. We
can buy small stuff that kinda fades in with everything else, but
if we go and start buying really expensive stuff, adults are
gonna notice and sooner or later we'll have to answer some VERY
hard questions and they'll take the money, and we'll have nothing
but a lot of trouble. Jeffy got a bit huffy, and wanted to know
what the hell was the use in having money if you couldn't use it,
so I told him the idea was to keep the money so we COULD spend
it. Got it? On the other hand, unlimited pizza and chicken, and
subs were ok, and some clothes could get by the customs
inspectors (parents). Had to be careful with shoes, cause they
usually sit right by the door where everyone can see them. DVDs
and computer things are ok, cause parents don't know squat about
those anyway. Whole stereos, or computers are a no-no, cause
folks notice new. Buuut, parts for these things might be ok if
they aren't to big, or stand out. Besides, you never know when
you're gonna need a few bucks, you know, for smoke or drag, or X,
and stuff. If you have a playstation, games are ok, just don't
pile them all in one spot, so dad can count them. Anything you
can't bring home has to go in the school locker, and you're
fucked come summer, cause you gotta find another spot for it, so
new shoes, that will get worn can go there for a while. Once he
understood the basics, he got all right with the program. I also
didn't know how long this 'beating brother love' was going to
last, and I wanted to have something left over if it died too
soon. (See, told you I was a thinker).

The other thing that was bothering me was what to do with Jimmy.
I wasn't sure the glue thing was a good deal, I mean, funnier
than hell, but I didn't think it was very safe, and we hadn't
checked to see how good the release agent worked. Jeffy shrugged
and said we'd deal with it when the time came. See? That's just
what I was talking about. When the time came might be way too
late.

Sooo..when it came time to go home, I had Jeffy come over to my
place, and after dropping off our stuff in my room, we scooted
over to the garage and stomped up the stairs, and knocked on
Ron's door.

Ron was home. He's usually home cause he works out of his place.
He started setting up web sites when he was seventeen , and went
from there. He must be making money, cause he just got a new
Vette last month, and that's cool. Not as cool as a tricked out
Civic maybe, but pretty cool. Ron opens the door and says hey. We
say hey, and go in. He's smiling, and I think he almost gave me a
hug, but stopped in time. (I guess it'd be ok with Jeffy, cause
Jeffy hangs with us quite a bit.) So he asks how we're doing and
what's up, and I tell him we're fine and what does he know about
slaves? I know he knows about slaves because I walked in one
night and his friend Sandy was tied up on the coffee table with
no clothes on, and a gag and collar and everything.

He looked a little surprised, and looks at me kinda funny, and
asks if I have a slave. I tell him that we do, kinda, and we want
to know stuff about being a Master.

WRONG question!!!!!!

You know when you ask your dad why the car's not running, and he
gives you a two hour lecture on the workings of the internal
combustion engine? Well, that's what we did with Ron. He started
up, and you couldn't find the 'mute' button. We ended up telling
him everything about Jimmy and what we'd done to him. He told us
about responsibility and obligations (What is it that makes a
great guy go adult when he turns twenty?) and all sorts of stuff.
He laughed at the thought of Jimmy walking home almost bare
naked, but reamed us about the glue and the gag. What would
happen if he started to choke, or something...how would they get
the airway clear? And on and on.

I noticed Jeffy's eyes were going out of focus, and gave him a
rib-elbow to get him to pay attention.

Anyway we learned a whole lot, and Ron told me to load the files
I had to his computer, so Jimmy couldn't get them all if he
decided to fight back. Bestest bro or what?

In the end, we figured we'd gotten a dog out of the deal, cause
it seemed we had to look after a new slave just like a puppy.
Feed and water him, let him go potty, get him used to doing what
he was told, punishing if he did bad, and petting when he did
good. Jeez, we thought it was all tie and fuck, and thump and
fuck, and tickle and fuck...ah, you get the idea. So Jeffy and I
went back to my room and talked it over. We decided we'd take
some of the things from Ron, and most of the things from us. You
know, compromise. So we could... ummm.. feed and fuck, punish and
fuck, fuck and fuck..never mind! So we kinda laid around for the
rest of the day, generally doing not much at all. We put on
shorts and lay out in the sun, then ordered a pizza around supper
time and put in a vid to watch. The dufus rolled in about
five-thirty looking like a beat puppy. Mouth and hand still
glued, underwear sorta covering him, and a bit of a burn on his
back...sun'll do that after a while I guess. Something else we
hadn't thought about. His cheeks had little trails down them like
he'd been crying a lot and he was snotted up pretty bad. All
things considered, we thought he looked altogether hilarious.

Jeffy went and got the release agent, and luckily, it worked
without too much trouble. In no time at all, he was kneeling in
the kitchen sucking back about a gallon of water and his stomach
growling something awful, cause he hadn't eaten all day. His feet
were filthy and a couple of blisters on his soles had burst, so
we figured we'd better let him get cleaned up. We sent him off to
get a shower and sat down waiting for the pizza.

Jimmy came back to the living room after his shower and found we
had things set up for him, a heavy chair (damned heavy) facing
the couch. We had him sit in the chair and tied him, hands
behind, ropes around upper chest, and waist, knees bound and
ankles tied, with a rope pulled to the back of the couch so his
legs were straight out, heels resting on the couch. He was
practically immovable, only able to wiggle his fingers and toes a
bit. We checked out his soles and found they were not as bad as
we had thought, and were still ticklish around the heels and
toes. To give him credit, he hadn't opened his mouth since he
came in the house, even though his stomach kept introducing
itself, growling on a regular basis. The rope around his privates
was still there, although a little wet, doing it's job. The pizza
arrived and I went to get a couple of sodas while Jeffy paid for
it. He decided the only place for the hot box to be convenient
for us was on Jimmy's lap, right over  his cock. He opened it up
while Jimmy squirmed against the ropes, his pecker being overly
warmed by the box, the smell of a fully dressed wafting up to
torment poor hungry Jimmy. Awwww, wasn't that just darn mean of
Jeffy? Jeffy helped himself to a slice, and asked Jimmy if he
wanted some. Jimmy nodded, likely afraid to talk even with
permission. Jeffy grinned and told him he was sorry, but there
was just enough for him and me, but maybe he'd find something for
Jimmy later, before he was chained for the night. Jimmy just
looked sad and nodded silently.

We put in another movie and watched it while Jimmy sat facing us.
We tickled his feet now and again, and he was giggling and
squirming until we couldn't hear the movie any more, so Jeffy
turned it off.

He told me to hang, he'd be right back and went down the hall.
When he came back he had a couple of paint brushes in his hand. I
thought we were going to work his toes, but Jeffy moved up and,
taking the box off Jimmy's lap, started to run the brush up and
down his shaft. I thought that this might be interesting and
started brushing the sack. Well, didn't Jimmy just start wiggling
as Mr. Johnson started climbing up his tummy. We worked at this
for a while, and I was getting bored, but Jeffy says not to stop.
He'd read about doing this on the net and it said to keep on for
a long time, so I shrugged and began again. After a while, Jimmy
started breathing VERY hard. we thought this was worth a chuckle
or two, and Jeffy started asking Jimmy if he'd like to cum. Jimmy
just groaned a bit, so we brushed a little harder, Jeffy running
the brush over Jimmy's head, just to watch it twitch. By now
Jimmy was in full squirm and just amusing us to no end. He began
to whimper as the heartless brushes licked his privates without a
stop. Up, down, up, down, lick the tip, up, down, up, down. Poor
Jimmy was just wanting to cum like he'd never wanted to before.
His feet were thrashing tugging against the ropes, trying to get
his legs up to block the brushes, but, nothing was working for
him, except his dingus. Jeffy told him that if he begged hard
enough and long enough, we might stop, or maybe not, but he'd
never know unless he tried. In a few more minutes Jimmy was
begging for Jeffy to let him cum, whimpering a bit between begs.
Jeffy talked to him steady, telling him what a piece of pooh he
was, how he was just a faggot bitch and how he wanted us to fuck
his ass, and how he should start begging us to do all these
things to him, which he accommodatingly did almost immediately.
Jeffy laughed at him and told me to keep strokin', and got up and
went down to his room and came back with a camcorder. He told
Jimmy to keep on begging, telling us the things he wanted us to
do to him.

Jimmy was pretty inventive, I gotta admit. He was telling us
things that were on his computer, and babbling steadily, all of
which Jeffy got on tape. Then Jeffy told him if he wanted me to
stop, he had to tell us what he wanted the hunks at school to do
to him, and make sure to say all the names of these studs. Yep,
just like a runaway train, Jimmy just rapped on and on, taking up
a hell of a lot of time on the 'corder, thrusting his piece at
the brush to try and get a pop. He was wiggling something awful,
pulling at the ropes so hard that marks were starting to show up
on his chest and even his knee ties. He was sweating something
fearsome now, his forehead and chest shining under the lights. As
for me, I was getting right into tormenting this jerkoff, who had
made Jeffy's and my life miserable from time to time. Every time
he jerked and whimpered, every time he pulled against the ropes,
I did one more brushing, each one for a smack he had given Jeffy
for nothing but a bad temper. Was I enjoying this? Fucking A.

So Jeffy got a shitload of Jimmy begging, and Jimmy got a
shitload of.....shit!

He was outright crying now, so Jeffy had me stop and we sat down
on the couch and watched him for a while. We figured we'd cheer
him up a little so we went to work on his feet, which were just
sitting there not doing anything except hanging off his legs.
Didn't seem to help cause he started screaming, and still
wiggling, and still crying, but we were having fun, and the
thought was in the right place.

We did that for a while, just watching his feet thrash around,
then Jeffy went and got some clothespins. We tied his big toes
together and started putting the clothespins on the others, one
at a time. Jeffy, never one to keep all the fun in one area, got
up and clipped a couple onto Jimmy's nipples. Jimmy didn't seem
to care for this treatment, cause he really hollered when they
started squeezing his tits.

We played with his feet for a while, then Jeffy went back and
started stroking his shaft again, slowly and lightly, the other
hand tickling the head from time to time.

By this time ALL of us had a big ol throbbing hard-on. Jeffy and
I stopped pestering Jimmy for a while, and just sat back and
enjoyed our erections, letting them subside and rapping a bit.
Jimmy was a sight for sure, all covered in sweat and with the
tears making trails on his cheeks and everything. Poor Jimmy had
had a bad day all the way round and we were kinda at a wall about
what to do next, so we sat back and gave it some thought. Jeffy
just sat there looking at his brother with the meanest look on
his face. I got the idea he wasn't having as good a time as he
made out. Shit, payback is one thing, but it's hard to really
HATE your own brother, and not feel sorry for him. I asked him if
he thought Jimmy had had enough for one day, and he just shook
his head. Then he said for me to call Ron and ask if we could
come over. I didn't know what he was up to, but his head scoots
off north every once in a while, so I out with the cell and
buzzed MY bro. Ron said sure we could come over, and how was the
slave deal coming, and I told him that's what we wanted to talk
about, and he said to bring it on. I told Jeffy we could go over
and he said to untie Jimmy.

We had him free (except for his hands, which we retied behind his
back) and up on his feet, sore toes and all. Jeffy tossed a
thicker rope around his neck and off we went. Jimmy kinda pulled
a bit at the door, being naked and still erect and everything,
but Jeffy turned and smacked him a half dozen times, one right
after the other, and Jimmy got really obedient. That's how we
went up the street, Jeffy and me walking together and Jimmy just
following along in the altogether (joke, joke). We went up the
steps on the garage and walked into Ron's place. We had Jimmy
kneel in the middle of the living room and sat down to talk to
Ron. He asked what the problem was, and I looked at Jeffy,
seein's how this was his idea. Jeffy just kinda sat for a moment
or two and didn't say anything, then started up. It seems he
really didn't want to HURT Jimmy all that much, but he wanted to,
like, embarrass him every day. Ron said that he wanted to
humiliate Jimmy, not embarrass, and Jeffy said that yeah, that
was the word, humiliate, and he wanted to make Jimmy put out for
us any time we wanted cause that really humiliated him, but did
it really since, according to the computer, this is what he
wanted.

Ron laughed, and I shook my head, not at all sure what he had
just said. Ron said, yeah those things would humiliate the hell
out of Jimmy, and it was ok if he wanted it, cause he'd be easier
to control, but the real question was, what did Jeffy get out of
it. (a great hard-on?) Ron said that Jeffy wanted control, cause
that's what turned him on. So if Jeffy was feeling guilty, he
shouldn't, cause Jimmy wanted it to happen to him, and Jeffy
wanted to do it. So use Jimmy all he wanted. He was the Boss-boy,
the Master, and he could do what he wanted, but he should be sure
it was something he really wanted, and not just do something
cause he thought he had to. If he didn't want to do anything at
all to Jimmy for a whole week, then that was all right cause
Jeffy was the boss, and Jimmy had to go along with whatever was
wanted of him. You following this? Yeah, me neither really. I
think it all came down to Jeffy not having to hurt Jimmy, just to
hurt him. It should have some meaning.

Jeffy sat getting his mind around all this, and Ron sat back and
waited. That's the thing about Ron, he's a great listener, and he
won't rush you if he see's you need some time to figure. All this
stuff was said right in front of Jimmy and he didn't say a peep.
Just sat there looking at the floor, so being the disturber that
I am, asked Ron what about Jimmy?

Ron said we'd get to Jimmy in a bit, but he wanted Jeffy to have
things straight first.

Jeffy looked over and said he thought he had it now, and thanks,
and what about fart-face?

Ron smiled and asked Jeffy if he could talk to his slave for a
bit. Jeffy looked a little confused, then said yea, go ahead. Ron
said that Jimmy should pay attention, and Jimmy looked up at Ron
and said Yes Sir. Ron asked how Jimmy liked being Jeffy's
slave-boy, and Jimmy said it was humiliating, but exciting too,
cause he didn't know just what Jeffy was gonna do.

Boy, didn't that take Jeffy and me by surprise.

Ron asked if Jimmy was willing to continue being his little
brothers boy-toy if the computer stuff was returned to him. Jimmy
said no, it likely wouldn't work if he didn't HAVE to obey Jeffy,
cause he was bigger and could just smack Jeffy if he got smart.
But this way he HAD to do what he was told, cause he really
couldn't afford to have that stuff get back to school. Really,
really, couldn't, so Jeffy had him by the short hairs, and it
worked that way.

Ron nodded and said that's what he thought.

Jeffy and I must have been some sight, looking at each other with
our jaws covering our belly buttons and all. Fuck..Jimmy was
really INTO it. Who'd a thunk it? Wasn't that a bitch? Ron looked
at Jeffy and asked if he followed that, and Jeffy said he sure
did and he understood a lot more stuff now. He said he was gonna
take his slave home now and thanks for the help.

Ron kinda smiled and said Jeffy was welcome, and he should get
his slave a collar to wear. Jeffy said he would tomorrow, after
jerk-off went and got his car back.

So everybody got up and we went back to the house, with our
willing (sort of) slave-boy in tow.