Submitting to the Brothers
I rested the remainder of that weekend and besides cooking for Avyan, things felt lazy. He took me out at one point and he bought me some more clothes. He was able find things that suited me perfectly and it felt really nice to be taken care of. And that care came because when we got back from shopping, for instance, I removed my clothes in the hall and he pulled me into the living room, tied my hands behind my back and fucked me for what seemed like hours. Slowly and deeply, interspersed with feeding me his cock, then shoving it back in my ass and starting all over again.
When he finally came, pushing my face into the sofa, he bit my ear and said, “I'm going to give you my cum, cocksucker.” He pulled out just as he started to pour cum out and it drizzled all over my asshole and my buttocks. He used his cock to gather it up and shove it in me.
He put the butt plug in and left me on the sofa, marinating in his cum for the rest of the day.
Otherwise, the days past in much the same way as the week previous. I was getting used to how things worked. I was used to taking a load of his cum at any time of day or night. I was getting used to cleaning myself regularly (assuming I wasn't carrying a load of his cum) and making food and I began to forget that I was always nude in the condo. In fact I started to enjoy it, as if I was becoming a bit of an exhibitionist. I sometimes stood at the big windows of the condo and hoped people could see me.
Avyan had a set of exercise equipment in one of the spare rooms that I started to use. It was less complicated than going to the gym because his rule was, if I went to the gym, I had to be fucked by a stranger in the shower and to come home and show him the evidence in my ass. I managed to do it once, but I decided it was too much work, which I suppose is what he wanted anyway.
On the Friday after I had sucked off six guys, we came home and he went to the fridge and got out a glass that had a good quantity of cum in it. He said, “I've been jerking off into this all week and now it's yours. Get on your knees."
I felt a rush of shame and excitement, the same rush I often got when he presented me with yet another way to take his cum. “Open your mouth.” I did and he poured the whole glass in my mouth. “Don't swallow, cocksucker. I want you to enjoy the taste of me.”
He left me in the kitchen on my knees for what seemed like an hour and all I could taste was his cum swirling in my mouth. It was cold and sharp and tangy. The texture of that much cum was like nothing I had ever had in my mouth. He finally came back and said, “Swallow. All of it.” I gulped it down and felt slightly sick and very grateful.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you for your cum.”
He ran a hand over my face and said, “You need to get ready for tonight.”
I got up and cleaned myself carefully, then had a shower. I wanted to be spotless for the brothers. I was excited. I lubed my asshole really well and put the butt plug back. It was getting less painful and made me feel more secure when it was there.
I came out of the bathroom and he was standing in the hall. He said, “Put these clothes on.”
He handed me a white t-shirt and a pair of white trunk underwear that showed off my thighs and hugged my cock. I looked in the mirror, and again, I was stuck by how good they looked on me. I stood, a little shocked. He must have seen it on my face because he said, “Despite being a pathetic cocksucker, you are fucking sexy. Don't forget it.”
I put on the t-shirt. He gave me leather wrist bands. I looked like some kind of porn god and I found myself even more excited. Who was this guy looking back at me from the mirror? Where had he been all my life?
I shook my head and then we left. I was getting used to wandering around his building wearing things that were not quite appropriate and it turned me the fuck on, I realized. I loved the rush of shame it gave me, the rush of disapproval I got from some people. I was starting to enjoy it when people watched me and disapproved of me.
We were going to a condo not far from Avyan's, but we drove. He drove to the parking garage and we were buzzed in. In the elevator, I almost expected him to ask me to get on my knees, but he didn't.
We walked down a short hall and just before he knocked, he said, “Remember, I am not in charge here. The brothers are. You will obey them. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” But again, I felt there might be more going on than this. Which excited me, but I felt a rush of uncertainty.
Avyan knocked and the door opened quickly. It was one of the brothers who gave us a big smile. “Hey, nice to see you.” He looked at me and said, “I'm Konrad. We didn't get to names the other night, did we?”
“No, sir.”
“Come in.”
We went in and the condo was big, with high ceilings and big windows that looked out to the city. The room was sparsely furnished but had a familiar pair of ropes hanging from the ceiling that I knew I would be attached to and I couldn't wait for it. I was scared but my cock was telling me a different story.
The other brother came down a hallway and into the space. He came over to me and shook my hand and said, “I'm Stefan. We're glad you're here.” I found it strange to be so formal given that the last time I had seen him his dick had been halfway down my throat. He looked very handsome. Both brothers were in leather pants and white t-shirts that showed of their lean but toned bodies. Their legs looked strong and their asses were full and muscular.
I looked at Avyan, trying to get direction, but then I remembered that the role of master had passed to one or both of the brothers. I said to Konrad, who was closest, “What do you want me to do, sir?”
Konrad smiled and ran his hand over me face and gave me a light slap. “Stand over there.” He pointed to the ropes hanging from the ceiling. There was a little table with a couple of little wooden boxes, a flail, a crop and what looked like a small whip neatly arranged. I swallowed, afraid, but walked over and stood under the ropes.
Stefan said, “Avyan, do you give us permission to borrow this pathetic cocksucker from you for the evening?”
Avyan said, “I do. You have my permission. But I get to watch.”
Konrad chuckled and said, “Of course.”
The brothers walked over to me and stood looking at me. I felt like I was being appraised, like a cow in the market. I felt a stab of lust and shame in my belly. Stefan said, “Take off the t-shirt.”
I slowly slipped it off and dropped it on the floor. Konrad said, “Wow, cocksucker. You are fucking sexy in that underwear. Too bad you have to take them off. Now.”
I slid them off and my cock was half hard already. I tried not to look at Stefan since I was embarrassed that I was so excited. “Your pathetic cock is hard, cum slut.”
They each tied one of my arms to the hanging ropes. They were tight and I knew that my arms would go to sleep, but that also excited me. Stefan picked up the flail and without warning he lashed my cock with it. Hard. Then again. It stung and only made me get harder.
I saw Konrad pick up the whip and then I felt fear. He ran the head of the whip down my back and slid it up and down my ass crack a few times, then back up and then all of a sudden the whip hit my ass like a huge bee that had just stung me. The pain was sharp and intense and fucking turned me on so much I almost came right there. I moaned and shut my eyes.
Then Stefan flailed my cock a bunch of times and said, “You like this, don't you. You like being treated like the fucking loser you are. Don't you?” The question was accompanied by the whip hitting my ass again. As always, I realized, the brothers worked as a team. One told me things and the other did things. And they alternated.
I said through a slightly strangled throat, “Yes, sir. I like it.”
The whip came down again on my ass. Harder. Then again. Stefan said, “You like the whip, don't you?”
“Yes, sir. I love the whip.” And I did. I wanted more of it. I was so excited, I wanted to suck the end of it as if it was a cock. I was breathing heavily and I looked down at my dick which was rigid and streaming precum.
I felt the whip again, then the flog right after and they started to alternate: the flog smacking my cock and balls, then the whip snapping on my back. In that moment, I thought of Avyan and I looked up. He was sitting off to the side and our eyes met. His was slowly rubbing his crotch, but his face was still. He gave me that nod that he sometimes gave me that was an affirmation and permission. It went through my body in a rush of excitement.
The snap of the whip on my back three times focused me. Konrad said quite loudly, “Pay attention, cocksucker!” I turned to look at him and our eyes met. He gave me a sly grin and he walked over to my front and started to wind the whip around my cock tightly. It hurt and I felt like my dick was going to explode. Precum gushed out from the pressure.
Stefan went over to the table and put the flail down and picked up one of the wooden boxes. He walked over to me and put the box on the floor. I looked in it and saw that it was full of clothespins. Waves of excited panic went through my body and I knew what was coming.
Konrad unwound the whip from my cock and walked around me again as Stefan picked up a clothespin and attached it to a fold of skin at the top of my chest. The pain was sharp. Then he put on another just below it, then another. When he reached my pelvis he attached one just below my balls, and then just above my balls, then two attached to the skin of my balls themselves. I almost fainted when he attached the second one. Then he worked his way up the other side of my chest. There must have been a couple of dozen. The pain was exquisite. Tears filled my eyes and my abdomen felt like it was burning. But my cock felt like it was glowing.
The whole time, Konrad whipped my back and my ass at random intervals, then moved to my front and I felt the sharp sting of it on my cock which was so intense I almost fainted. The room spun and I yelped. Stefan said, “That's right, cocksucker. Now you really know who is in charge here.”
Konrad moved close to me and said softly into my ear, “That's right. You are ours you fucking pathetic cocksucker. You will submit to us. You are our fucking slave.”
He put the whip down and slid his t-shirt off. His chest was shiny with sweat and I could tell he was hard in his leather pants. He threw the shirt across the room. He turned and went to the other side of the room and moved a table over so it was right behind me. “Stefan?”
Stefan chuckled and stopped putting clothespins on me. They got on either side of me and untied the ropes on my wrists. They lifted me onto the table. Konrad went and got a metal rod and ran it through two loops in the ropes at my ankles and it spread my legs out while they were now suspended. They adjusted them so that my ass was sitting right at the edge of the table for, I hoped, easy access. It as uncomfortable and my back ached a little, but I found myself welcoming the pain.
Konrad slid out of his leather pants. His dick was rigid and shiny. He smeared it all over my face and shoulders. I felt Stefan move up and he had clearly taken his pants off because he was rubbing his cock up the crack of my ass. Then I felt a sharp pain in my leg and I realized he had the riding crop and was using it.
Konrad said, “Open your fucking mouth, cocksucker.”
I opened wide. He spat in my mouth then jammed his cock in as deep as it would go. I gagged and spewed spit around his cock. “Choke on my cock, cum slut. That way I know how pathetic you are.”
He drove his cock in again and I gagged. He went so deep and so fast it was all I could do. I felt desperate and overwhelmed and turned on more than I expected. I wanted to be choked. The clothespins were falling off me randomly with a little zing of pain but I could hardly be aware of then.
Without warning, Stefan began to fuck me really hard and slashed my legs and ass with the crop each time he fucked forward. These guys were terrifying in their need to make me submit and I wanted them to. I wanted them to take me to the edge and I was afraid and hoped they would.
Konrad bottomed out in my mouth and held me head with both hands and gave me a bunch of short thrusts, the head of his dick hitting the back of my throat each time. I was gagging and I almost threw up on his cock but managed to swallow it. Stefan fucked me harder, and used the crop even harder. He used it on my back a few times. The sensations were overwhelming and I both wanted it to stop and wanted to see where it would go. Where I would go.
But as if on cue, they stopped at the same time. Stefan pulled out of my asshole, and Konrad out of my mouth. Tears were running down my face and my mouth was drooling spit onto the floor. My eyes were shut and Stefan said, “Avyan...any thoughts?”
Again, I heard a tone that suggested there was more going here. I began to get excited and wondered what Avyan would do. I swallowed and cleared my throat. Avyan looked impassive. He got up and walked around the room in a big circle. He ran his hand over the little table and then he came up to me. He traced my back with his fingers and got to my ass and he slapped it. “Give me the crop.”
I couldn't see what he was doing, but I was pretty sure he was removing his pants. Then I felt an intense sting as the crop hit my ass. At almost the same moment, Avyan slid his dick into me, deep and hard. I gasped and shut my eyes. He started to fuck really fast and he slashed my buttocks with the crop, alternating from left to right.
I was aware of movement and suddenly Konrad's cock was in front of my face and he pushed it into my mouth, grabbing the back of my head so it went deep. He thrust a few times, then pulled out, then jammed it back in. He continued to do this while Avyan destroyed my ass with his beautiful fuck-muscle. Fuck-muscle? Where was I getting this? I was becoming such a cock slut and as I had the thought I realized I wanted to be.
Avyan suddenly pulled out of my asshole and I saw that he was moving around he said to Konrad, “Give me his mouth to fuck.”
I looked up at Konrad and he smiled and moved backward and almost at the same moment, Avyan fucked his cock forward and into me. He fucked hard and at the same moment, I felt another cock start to slide into my ass and then I knew. This was the game.
Sure enough, Avyan stopped fucking my face and he said, “Stefan, what are you doing?”
“I'm giving him a good fucking.”
“But you have gone against my orders. I am the last one to fuck him.”
Stefan laughed and thrust his dick deep into me a few times, “Come on...how could I resist this asshole?”
Avyan slid out of my mouth and to my amazement and fucking lust, he went over to Stefan and pulled his body away and dragged him to where I could see him. Konrad was just standing there, his cock hard, his face impassive.
Avyan said, “Bend over you little piece of shit.”
Stefan suddenly looked scared and he bent over. The crop came down hard a few time on his beautiful ass and I could see red splotches appear on the white skin. I looked at Konrad and he seemed to be excited rather than scared. He was watching his brother be disciplined and he liked it.
I was beginning to understand the game. Avyan looked at Konrad and said, “Would you like to feel what it's like to disobey me?”
Konrad had a look I must have had many times: Scared and excited at the same moment. He said in a low voice, “No, sir.”
He looked back to Stefan. “And you. What the fuck will I do with you? You pathetic little fuck!” He slashed the crop onto Stefan's ass, hard. And again. Stefan squeezed his eyes shut, but I could tell he liked it. I recognized that look from myself. And I was practically coming without touching myself seeing my Avyan discipline these two. Suddenly Avyan looked at me with a little smile. “Well, cocksucker, what shall we do with them?”
I was speechless. He was asking me? How could I possibly have a say in this? I said, “I'm...not sure, sir.”
“It's all right cocksucker. I give you permission to have an opinion.”
When he said that my body relaxed. I was allowed to think about this. I looked at the two brothers who looked back at me. Konrad was standing, his dick was almost throbbing, it seemed. Stefan looked abject and humiliated and but his cock was telling another story. Complicated dudes, I thought.
Then I had a wicked thought that seemed to be a logical conclusion to the undercurrents I had been feeling. I cleared my throat, feeling strange to be giving an order in my restrained position. “Stefan needs to suck his brother's cock, sir.”
Avyan smiled at me. “That's the right answer, cocksucker. Well done.” He looked down at Stefan and said, “Stefan get the fuck over there and suck your brother's cock. You are both going to pay for this transgression. Now.”
Stefan got up and walked over and knelt in front of his brother. Konrad looked down at him, his face unreadable. Avyan said a little louder, “What the fuck are you waiting for?”
Stefan leaned his face closer and licked his brother's cock, licked the shaft a few times, then took the head in his mouth. Avyan went over to them and took hold of Konrad's long prick and pushed Stefan's head onto it so that Konrad bottomed out in his mouth. “This is punishment, not a first fucking date. Fuck his face, Konrad!”
I was insane with excitement. Avyan turned to me and said, “'They disobeyed me, cocksucker. That is something you will never do.”
“Yes, sir. I will never disobey you.”
“That's right, you won't. So when I tell you to fuck Konrad, you will.”
I was completely surprised. I hadn't expected that. But at the same time I was being given permission and the permission itself was exciting. I realized it didn't matter what it was for, it was the fact of it that excited me. Avyan untied my legs and took the pole off and gently allowed my legs down. They were a little numb but when I stood up, I could feel my dick throbbing.
I got behind Konrad and felt unsure of myself. Seeing this, Avyan came over and took hold of my cock and put his hand on my ass and pushed. I felt my cock slide into Konrad. There was some resistance, then I went in until our bodies were touching. He felt really hot and sweaty. I could smell his body and that musky tang of someone excited.
He turned to me and said, “Fuck me hard, sir. Fuck me really hard. I deserve it.”
Avyan laughed and kissed my ear. “Hear that, cocksucker. He wants it hard. You will give it to him hard.”
It was all the permission I needed. I was insane with the need to fuck and I was being allowed to. So I fucked. I channelled Avyan. Without warming up or hesitation, I started to go. Fast. I gripped Konrad's hips and went for it. I lost myself in the movement, in the crazy burst of pain from Avyan slashing my ass with the crop every so often. But they were slashes of encouragement. He wanted to me to take Konrad, so I took him.
I looked beside me at one point and Avyan was feeding his dick to Stefan, mashing his cock into his mouth and fucking his face, choking him. Avyan smiled at me and the crop hit my ass again. I fucked harder, like a horse being driven to the finish line. I suddenly thought to say, “Do I have permission to cum, sir?” I could hardly talk I was working so hard.
Avyan said, “No. You don't. Thank you for asking, cum slut. Pull out. Now.”
I wanted to keep going, I wanted to fill Konrad with my cum, but obeying Avyan was more important. I slid out of his ass and stood, waiting.
Konrad turned and smiled at me. “Nice fucking, cocksucker. You have many talents.”
I felt proud. Stefan stood up and smiled at me. Avyan said, “Have you two learned your lesson?”
Konrad grinned. “I think so.”
Avyan walked over to him and used the crop a little less intensely on Konrad's balls, who gasped but didn't move. Avyan said, “I don't think so. Stefan, fuck your brother. Now.”
Stefan, obviously had done this before, because he didn't hesitate. He got behind Konrad and slid his cock into his brother's ass and started to fuck him. As hard as I had just fucked him. As hard as Avyan had fucked me so many times. Avyan turned to me and said, “We are going home now. Those two can work this out on their own.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Find your clothes and let's go.”
I found my briefs and slid them on and put the t-shirt on. I watched Avyan step into his jeans, admiring for the millionth time his strong legs, the muscles of his ass. I wanted him. I wanted to be on my knees before him. I think I loved him.
That thought echoed in my mind over and over on the ride home, and in the elevator while I sucked his cock, and then, when I had got out of my boxer briefs and he had thrown me on the bed, tied my arms to the bedposts and fucked me hard, then harder and harder, the thought kept echoing. But of course I couldn't say anything. I just took his cock, felt the weight of his body as it took me, as he fucked me, as his cock got the measure of the inside of me.
He pulled out of me suddenly, undid the restraints and pulled me into the bathroom. He pissed all over me, then fucked my face hard. I coughed and gagged but I gave myself to him. He used me and I took him. I was his. He pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face in long, thick ropes of cum that painted my nose and chin, then he used his cock to feed it all to me.
He didn't allow me to cum and once I was clean again, I got into bed with him. He tied one arm to the bed, but otherwise he was gentle and the last thing he did was slide the butt plug back into my ass, which I had forgotten about. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.
We woke up the next morning and he let me jerk off while sucking on his cock and I had a mind blowing orgasm that sprayed cum up and over my chest. He made me clean myself off and eat it and I felt, again, nourished. I looked up into his eyes and we looked at each other for a while. And I knew. It wasn't just me.
