BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION
Chapter 10
by Donny Mumford
Diminutive Ben, I don't know his last name, just ordered me to sit in the back seat; he wants to drive my mom's car. From what Mikey tells me Ben turned sixteen just two months ago, and passed a test for his drivers license a week ago. News flash: he's not a good driver! Not that I'm about to open my mouth and mention that fact to Ben, he's already proven to be too dominate for me to handle. It's soon apparent that he's main problem driving is he's not effectively anticipating his stops at red lights and stop signs, and such; every stop is abrupt, and every take off is a tire-squealing, jackrabbit start. Even though Mikey is wearing his seat belt he still puts both hands on the dashboard with every stop, and holds on to the door handle at every take off; not that he'll open his mouth to mention Ben's erratic driving either. Around Ben my brother acts more like the Mikey I'm familiar with prior to Brett giving him the power to conduct my boy-toy training at home. The Mikey I knew for most of my life was shy and afraid of his own shadow; not now though, now he dominates my ass as much as Brett and Junior do, and I like it! That being said, Mikey's definitely submissive to Ben, and he's admitted they do some gay experimental sex together too, so he's the submissive sex partner to Ben's dominant one. Who knows, maybe Mikey's submissive in other aspects of their relationship as well. My little brother surprised me earlier in the summer admitting he's been messing around with a friend, and now I'm meeting the so-called friend. I had no way of knowing the dynamics of the relationship with said 'friend', but after the way Mikey's been treating me I'm wicked surprised to find out he's the sub.
Oh, and by the way, according to Mikey both he and Ben are ultra straight, as I said before... they're allegedly just experimenting for the hell of it. Riiiight! They're no straighter than Junior and Brett.
I'm the only straight one in the group, and if I hadn't been brain washed or hypnotized, or something like that, I'd be repulsed by the things I'm made to do. As it is, I can't get enough of them, and now here's this Ben character who's intriguing the hell out of me. He's not cute like Brett and Mikey, and barely five feet tall, but does he ever have an air of authority about him! Oh my god, right from the start he assumed he's in charge of me, and I'm six years older and a foot taller... the kid's got a set of balls on him, that's for sure! Should be interesting.
There's no talking in the car as Ben puts our lives, as well as strangers' lives in the cars around us in danger with his terrible driving; it gives me time to speculate. When Mikey told me about the so-called 'messing-around' with a friend I had no idea it was a sub/dom thing, bit thought maybe it might be a BDSM thing because I think he mentioned tying each other up. Those kinds of things used to be out of my range of experience. I assumed Ben and Mikey were just two teens into each other, maybe exchanging blow jobs or something, but the truth appears to be much more complex. Obviously Ben controls Mikey, so I'm wondering why Mikey wanted me to witness his possible humiliation? The answer is: he wouldn't! Ben must have bullied his way into taking part in my training, but how the hell did a kid so small and unattractive gain the confidence and know-how to dominate others? I'm shaking my head 'cause I got no idea how that happens. It's kind of titillating to imagine Mikey getting some of his own medicine though. Maybe that's Ben's plan: humiliate his submissive playmate by dominating Mikey in front of me... wouldn't that be ironic?! My attention snaps back to Ben's driving when he bumps over the curb, missing the entrance to a Seven/Eleven store by a cunt hair, then parks at an angle taking up two spaces. The car coming to an abrupt stop with Ben fumbling in his pocket for some money; he turns around handing me a five dollar bill, saying, "Get me a pack of menthol cigarettes, Salems if they have 'em." I don't hesitate or object because his personality is so forceful; I find myself out of the car before even considering that I've just been sent on a errant by a kid six years younger than me, who I just met ten minutes ago... what the fuck? Inside I realize he only gave me five bucks and cigarettes are seven-fifty a pack in here. What the fuck, indeed! I'm too smart to take a chance on disturbing Ben this early on so I'll just put in the extra money and forget about it; which is what I do. Back in the car I'm holding the pack of cigarettes out to Ben but he ignores them, telling me instead, "Open them and light one for me, that'll be one of your responsibilities. And, don't fucking lip the filter!" I'm fumbling with the pack's cellophane when Mikey says, "Ah... um, Ben?"... like a question. Annoyed, Ben goes, "What now?" and Mikey says, "Um, I kinda told Brian he's not allowed to smoke, and this kinda..." and his voice drifts off. I can see Ben's reflection in the rear view mirror, he's making a face, like, "Don't bother me with wimpy shit like that, ya nerd!" He says to me, over his shoulder, "Do what I told ya!" and I did, taking a long first drag, then passing the cigarette to Ben. Mikey's looking at his lap, licking his bottom lip. Hmmm, interesting!
I'm gonna get yelled at by mom the next time she uses the car because smoking in the car is a no-no, and Ben's not only smoking in here, he won't even open a window; he's got the air conditioner going and when cigarette smoke gets in there, it's in there for good. Shit! Not that I'm saying anything to Ben about it. He's got long blond hair tied back in a ponytail that reaches halfway down his back, and it's not a clean ponytail; there's no mistaking the dirty-hair smell. Narrow shoulders, and a face like a bat, all his facial features seem to come to a point.
I wonder what attracted Mickey to this bat-faced boy in the first place. Blowing out a long exhale of cigarette smoke, Ben asks Mikey, "Why didn't ya tell me your dufus brother suffers from alopecia areata?" Mikey's acting like a mouse now, he squeaks out, "What's that, Ben? That alpeaka thing you just said..." Ben doesn't even look over, just backhands Mikey across the face and keeps on driving, saying, "Don't be stupid, Mikey! I can't stand stupid!" Mikey whines, "Ben, don't." Ben, still keeping his eys on the road, squeezes Mikey's shoulder, and explains, "Penis-head in the back seat is missing something, what is it?" Mikey looks back at me and I point to my head, he goes, "Oooh, yeah..." then he says to Ben, "His hair, but it's not that word you said, I had the dog groomer shave him and use Nair all over him." Ben puffs on his cigarette excitedly, then exclaims, "Oh yeah, that's right, you did tell me you were gonna do that... heh heh, that gives me a boner." And he holds his fist in Mikey's general direction so Mikey can bump fists. I'm disgusted, wondering sarcastically, "Is there anyone left in the world who doesn't know about my humiliations?!" Mikey feels better now, and laughs along with Ben, who blows out more cigarette smoke, and says, "I sprung a boner, and it's a boner you're gonna suck when we get to your apartment. Right, Mikey?" Real low, Mikey says, "Oh, sure, Ben... first thing, like always." Ben mutters, "Fucking A, first thing!" and he gropes his crotch. Mikey mentioned something about Ben being endowed like Brett, but come on, this kid couldn't weight a hundred pound! No way can he have a penis the size of Brett's. In the apartment complex's parking lot Ben misses two cars by a combined half an inch and, with horns blaring at him in the distance, he hits, bumper to bumper, with a parked pickup truck while backing into a parking spot, muttering, "Assholes and their pickups!".
Mikey sneaks a worried look back at me, and I get this unexpected urge to kiss him... the feeling comes over me so strongly, and it's odd because he can be so mean to me, but yet I think he's awesome. I wonder if my opinion that he's awesome is gonna be changing when I see how he reacts around Ben. But wait a second, I already know Mikey's a wimp around Brett, and that doesn't bother me particularly. Actually, I wouldn't mind seeing Mikey squirm a little; hell, I'm only human... hee hee. Then it's, "Fuck! We didn't get the pizza," from Ben, as he backs up clipping the car next to us without doing noticeable damage, and off we go to our next stop, PIZZA HEAVEN, where Ben sends me in for a large pizza, extra cheese. Damn, I'll go broke if I spend much time with Ben. As I'm waiting for the pizza to bake Mikey comes in and whispers, "Ben wants to see ya," so I do an exaggerated exhale, like, "This sucks!" and then jog out to the car. Ben's like, "Light me a smoke, and then get a six pack of cokes to go with the pizza," just like that. I'm losing my excitement about Ben by the second, but say, "Yes, sir," anyway, because it comes naturally to me now. I light a Salem cigarette for bossy Ben, then hustle back into the pizza shop to get the cokes and wait for the pizza. Ten minutes later, with the pizza and the cokes, we're all in the car heading home again with Ben's second hand cigarette smoke burning my eyes.
A miracle, Ben parks the car safely in the apartment parking lot! We pile out of the car with me carry everything, naturally. Walking toward the main entrance Ben snaps his fingers at me, saying, "Baldy, light me a smoke!" so I hand the food to Mikey and fumble the pack out of my side pocket, light it up, taking a much deeper inhale than the first three times I did it and now I'm feeling dizzy 'cause it's been almost two weeks since my last real cigarette. By the way, menthol cigarettes are horrible! Ben's holding his hand out as he walks so even though I'm dizzy I trot to catch up to Ben and insert the cigarette between his index and middle finger. No 'thank you' from Ben, but no complaints either so maybe I'm off to a good start. Ben continues smoking the cigarette right into our apartment and mom's gonna be pissed at that too, but neither me nor Mikey have the balls to mention the 'no-smoking-in-the-house' rule to Ben.
Twenty minutes later it becomes obvious Ben's been here before, done with our pizza dinner, Ben orders me to clean up the plates and stuff, then he leads me and my brother right into our bedroom where he steps into the little bathroom holding his hand palm-out indicating we're to wait here for him. I hear him pissing in the toilet water, which reminds me I need to pee too. Should I ask permission or just assume I'm allowed. Best not to assume anything so I step close to the bathroom door, and ask, "Okay if I go next, Ben?" he calls back, in this rotine voice, "No, I'll tell you when you two can use the bathroom. Get back with your little brother and keep your trap shut!" My dick moves in my pants... wow, he's right up there with the best if them, but why am I doing what Ben tells me to do?
He doesn't have anything on me, except maybe Mikey made a deal with him, and maybe Brett's overseeing this portion of my training too. Oh fuck!
Maybe I like it a little bit too much as well; whatever, I scurry back to Mikey before Ben finishes. Mikey and me are standing there side by side, sorta waiting for orders from this little, skinny, unattractive tyrant. Ben walks from the bathroom real casual like; he's not like Brett and Junior who are always uptight. Ben's more like, "I know I'm the alpha dog here, and I know these too mongrel mutts are pussies, so why stress?" He's ultra relaxed when he turns around, and says, "Both of you O'Rielly boys, on your knees," and he pointing down, "Right here, close to each other. Come on, make it snappy." Mikey and me exchange a quick glance and then immediately get down on our knees. It feels good obeying orders and I get into a stiff 'at attention' position on my knees; I sense Mikey's doing the same. While Ben's casually pulling his pants down, he says to me, "You look like a worm, a big worm," I don't know what to say to that so I avert my eyes, and mumble, "Yes, sir." Ben drops his cargo shorts leaving his underwear on as he laughs, then says, "Jesus Christ! You're a bigger pussy than your brother!" and he gets my brother's chin between his thumb and forefinger, asking, "Aren't you a pussy, Mikey?" Mikey goes, "Ah, come on, Ben... don't be like that," and Ben says, "You're so cute!" and he leans down to kiss my brother's lips, then the two of them begin making out with lots of tongue action and spit swapping. It reminds me of the way Brett makes out with me, and so my cock starts moving away from my body, firming up. I wonder if Mikey's dick is firming up as well.
Ben breaks off the kissing after maybe a minute, leaving Mikey, his eyes closed, still moving lips, and stretching his neck towards Ben, who mutters, "That's enough, Mikey... you never get enough." He pulls down his boxer shorts now and steps out of them, then says, "Now, you two losers, listen up" do not eat this fucking cock of mine, just suck on it!" Now he's holding out an enormous penis, larger than Brett's. Mikey opens right up and in it goes, lots of wet slurping sounds follow. Ben rubs both his hands over Mikey's head, murmuring, "That's my boy, suck my cock good..." So, there is affection between them, it's just that Ben runs the show. I'm openly gawking at my brother doing his cocksucking act as Ben pays me no mind; he's watching Mikey's mouth as he humps his hips driving his ever hardening cock in and out of my little brother's mouth. His cock is soon shiny wet with saliva and he begins driving it into Mikey's mouth further and further with each penetration. Then, there it is... a big bulge in Mikey's throat as Ben's boner slides down past the gag reflect... then up, then down further this time, all the way to Mikey's small Adams apple... then slowly up and out of Mikey's mouth. The huge boner is dripping with spit, a string of precum extending from the pee slit to Mikey's lips. Ben reaches over and pinches my nose, saying, "It's your turn now, worm... suck my big salami!," and he breaks the precum string swinging his boner in my direction, smacking my face with it in the process, leaving a wet streak across my cheek. I open right up, thinking, "Man, I've been trained good 'cause I can't help myself... even with this bat-face boy I wanna make Brett proud of me by being the best submissive ever!" My eyes glance to Mikey who's licking the precum string from Ben's cock off his chin. His face is flush as he pulls at his crotch.
It's cool sucking a cock this big, especially one that's come directly from my little brother's mouth; it's like we're working together, helping each other out... a tag team. Mikey put a lot of saliva on this big penis and I slurp it all off before taking that big hunk of meat into my throat. Ben doesn't rub my bald head, instead he's got a hand on each of my shoulders, near my neck, holding me stead and making quiet, "Mmmm," sounds as he pumps my throat. Before long I realized I'm stroking my own boner... jeez, this is hot! A few minutes later I'm doing that same thing Mikey did; I'm leaning my head in the direction of Ben's boner as he withdraws it from my throat and mouth, saying, "That'll give you a taste as a motivation for you both to please me. For now though, I want to see you two get into some heavy petting; get familiar 'cause we're gonna be doing intimate stuff in coming weeks... and that's in addition to my fav' BDSM games." Mikey and me hesitate until Ben slaps Mikey's face, and quietly says, "You know what happens if you're a naughty boy and disobey me, right?" Mikey nods his head submissively as his arms hastily go around my neck and he begins kissing my mouth. "Let's see some passion, guys... come on, kiss back, Mr. Worm man!" Funny thing is, Ben don't really need to encourage me because it's immediately unber exciting to be kissed my brother like this, and his tongue is so awesome I could suck on it all day. We're getting more and more into it by the second, and then Ben breaks it up pulling our shoulders in opposite directions, chuckling and saying, "Jeez, you got good lips for a worm, you're kinda cute too." Well, that part about being kinda cute is nice, but I hate Ben's nickname for me, although I guess I do look a little like a worm, being hairless, tall, and thin... still, I hope the nickname doesn't stick! All around Mikey's and my mouth there's a shiny saliva sheen; we really got into it with each other, and we both appear to be startled that it got so intensely hot between us. I make no bones about it though, Mikey has been a big turn on for me ever since he's become part of my training team. The make-out leaves me breathing hard and wanting more, but I know the brainwashing has a lot to do with that; it can be a powerful thing, and no one does brainwashing better than Junior and Brett, but ya know what... I'm glad they did it to me or I'd never have experienced these amazing gay episodes which, in my altered state of mine, are the hottest episodes of my life, so far. Hope I remember them fondly when I'm away at college and out from under the Knight brother's influence. Gee, that thought makes me feel sad; that's odd, and once again that weird concept creeps into my head, "What are you gonna need college for...? your new life is to please your master!" Shaking my head to clear it of that bizarre thought, I hear Ben telling Mikey, "Get all the ropes out. I'll tie you up, and then your brother." He turns to me, and says, "Take off your clothes and sit on the floor right here," and he's pointing to the exact spot he wants me to sit... my dick moves again.
Apparently, with Ben, everything needs to be done precisely the way he wants it done. So, without questioning him, I take my clothes off and sit Indian style on the spot he indicated. He gets a quick look at me as I pass him, and does a double take, then over he comes to say, "On your feet," and when I'm at attention, he murmurs, "Hey, I like the obedience you're showing! I forget who Mikey said is training you; who is it?" I say, "The Knight brothers, and Mikey's assisting." Ben smirks, then asks, "And who else?" I think for a second, and say, "And now, you, sir," He goes, "Good! I never speak ill of the dead, but was your father a macho guy when he was alive?" I'm confused, so he adds, "I mean, both you and your brother are extremely submissive; there has to be something behind that. Was your father gay, by any chance?" I say, "Certainly not!" then regret my tone of voice, but Ben doesn't seem to mind, he laughs, then reaches in between my legs and pulls my eight inch scrotum up to examine it. "Hmmm, this caught my attention as I walked by. These Knight boys doing your training are doing a hell of a job; their stuff is far ahead of mine," and he squeezed both nuts till I'm making a shrill keening sound, standing on my toes. He keeps the pressure on forcing tears from my eyes, then lets go, saying, "You stood there and took it... wow, those boys are good!" He gives my trainers all the credit when I'm the one who stayed in place through excruciating pain... that just ain't right! Give me a little love once in a while, ya know? I'm the trooper here, after all. What the fuck, maybe it is the training that makes it possible for me to handle what I need to handle. Mikey's back now with satchel and an armful of off-white, clothesline-style rope. "Dump it all right there, Mikey, and then stand next to your brother," which Mikey does, mumbling, "Yes, Ben." It's almost unimaginable that this is the same Mikey that literally breaks my balls during training session! He's standing next to me, as naked as me, which is no big deal because we're become used to seeing each other naked. Ben's examining our bodies, feeling our private parts, mumbling, "Same tiny penises," as he's fondling Mikeys, then mine. He pulls on my dick a second, then says to me, "No, wait... yours is smaller, isn't it?" I gulp, not wanted to admit that, but he sternly repeats his question pulling my cock and my little brother's cock straight out from our groin, "Isn't it?" I mutter, "Yes, sir, mine is slightly smaller." Ben says, "I don't know about slightly; I'd guess it's at least a half inch shorter." I glance at Mikey, who's smirking. Ben goes, I like this shaved pubes look though," then, looking at Mikey he asks, "You had shaved pubes a while back, why'd ya let 'em grow back in?" Mikey shrugs, and Ben commands, "Right now, go in the bathroom and shave yourself smooth and clean." Mikey whines, "Ah, Ben... please! I don't wan..." Ben holds a hand up, saying, "Just do it," and he didn't even sound angry when he said it. Mikey hesitates only a second before a look of compliance on his face, his shoulders slump and his head goes down as he goes right into the bathroom. Ben pays no attention to the childish behavior, it's like he couldn't care less as long as you do what he tells you to do. Junior and Brett do not tolerate pouting, so they're different.
Turning his attention back to me, Ben's like, "Okay, it looks like you get tied up first." I look apprehensive, not sure what I'm supposed to do, so he points at a spot, and says, "Lay down right here, on your stomach." I do as I'm told while he's saying, "Nothing too exotic; I'll simple hogtie you." As he's selecting ropes, he mutters, in an offhand manner, "I get my rocks off knowing I've got a guy totally helpless and you'll be that way ten seconds after I start." My dick moves again, as he explains further, "Mikey and me don't even bother with a 'safe' word; we take whatever the other boy wants to dish out, and you'll take it too. This play episode goes on until the top boy is satisfied, no matter how much discomfort is involved for the other. Any whining from you and you get a gag crammed into your mouth." While he's talking he's tying my ankles together, and when done, he mumbles, "See, you're already helpless, I could do anything I wanted with you and you couldn't do a thing about it. Isn't that hot?" and he goes about using way more rope than he needs to reinforcing the original ankle tie; rope's wrapped around my legs almost up to my knees. There's something erotic about the way he carefully loops each circle of rope right up tight to the previous one, and he's right, I'm helpless... I'm also glad my brother's here, 'cause this is a little scary. I say, "Um, oh yeah... I see what ya mean, sir... it's hot alright." He says, "Shut the fuck up!" and ties my wrists together behind my back, then ties my elbows together and that hurts! I'm sure I pulled a muscle when he tightening the rope around my elbows, and I groan, "That's too tight!" Ben doesn't say a word, but the next thing I know he's bending over me, his ponytail laying on my shoulder as he pulls my tied-up arms away from my back, which causes me great pain, and I scream out, "OWWWW!". When my mouths wide open he forces a ball gag past my teeth and ties it at the back of my head, saying, "Now you're not only helpless, but you're silent as well." This is one long motherfucking day, that's all I got to say about it!
The ball part of the gag is solid rubber, I think, and it taste terrible.
It's also too big for my mouth, and very uncomfortable. I'm pissed-off now, but can't do a thing about it, just like he predicted. I'd seen Ben's big boner bobbing around when he put the ball-gag in my mouth, so tying me up has him aroused already; I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Ben yells, "Mikey, get your skinny ass in here!" and Mikey appears immediately, drying his hairless crotch, "Is this okay, Ben?" he asks, thrusting his hairless groin out for inspection. Ben's like, "Yeah that's good. Keep it that way!" Then Mikey notices me and laughs a little, saying, "He whined, didn't he? I see the ball gag, ha ha ha, that thing is awful!" Ben chuckles too, then says, "It is awful, but it'll probably end up in your mouth before the night's over," which put an end to Mikey's laughter. Ben calmly orders Mikey to, "Get me the headband with the eye hook." While Mikey's fetching that, Ben slips a rope between my wrists and my ankles, then tightens it pulling my feet back toward my shoulders, and my shoulders back towards my feet so that my torso is now curved. This is painful! I'm making grunting sounds, but the gag prevents me from speaking. Ben's humming and squeezing my buttock, waiting for Mikey. There's no way I can be expected to stay in this position for more than a couple of minutes. All the muscles in my body are straining, ripping away from the bone. I hear Mikey mutter, "Here Ben," then, "Aren't ya gonna pull his feet and ankles together any closer than that?" Ben say, "You're a tough one!" then laughs again, saying, "No sweetheart, this is his first time; remember how I did you the first time?" Mikeys like, "Oh yeah, that's right, ya gotta work your way slowly." As Ben's putting the leather headband around my forehead I feel the metal hook at the back laying against the back of my skull. Ben mutters, "I just need to get his head up some, and then it's your turn, Mikey." A rope is threaded through the hook at the back of my head, and then back to loop through the rope tying my ankles, and he tightens it pulling my head back till I think my neck is going to snap; even without the gag I don't think I could speak with my neck in this position. Ben's back to humming a tune I know, but can't place. He goes, "There, that's all I'll pull his head back for now." Obviously, I'm going to die soon, but my condition is so stressful I can't even shed a tear. Every brain cell is busy trying to comprehend how many negative sensations are exploding in me at once. This is no longer a place I'm familiar with, I must be on another planet or slipped somehow into another dimension 'cause there's nothing in my old dimension like this. Ben and Mikey appear indifferent or oblivious to my suffering, they're softly talking about this weekend when Mikey has a sleep over at Ben's house. It's as if there's nothing unusual about the fact I'm dying right before their eyes. With a grin on his face, Ben gropes Mikeys small cock and balls, then slides his finger behind Mikey's nuts and I hear him gasp. He probably pushed his finger into Mikey's anus as he runs his fingers through Mikey's hair, whispering, "Suck my asshole for a bit, it feels good when your awesome tongue gets inside my shit hole." So, while parts of my body go numb and I for my death, my little brother rims his kinky boyfriend making lots of wet slurping sounds. All I hear is those wet sucking noises and Ben going, "Ah, ah, ah, oh yeah, Mikey, get your tongue up there... further! Oooh!" Doesn't Mikey see me here? Well yeah, I guess he does, he tried to get Ben to pull my head back even further, so he knows I'm here alright. And right, those two are straight! My ass! They're as gay as Brett and Junior, maybe more; not that that bother me... what bothers me is I'm fucking dying here!
After a five minute rimming of Ben's asshole, Ben says, "Get a Kleenex and wipe some of that spit off me." Mikey's like, "Right away, Ben... um, I love the smell of your asshole." Ben's like, "Why don't ya tell me the same thing fifty million fucking times. Get the tissue!" Turning to me, he asks, "How we doing, worm? Feeling good?" I make desperation grunts and throat sounds which gets Ben laughing, then he casually uses his foot to topple me onto my side. I'm slimy with sweat, my veins are bulging in my neck and on my forehead as I desperately try sending a telepathic message that I'm dying, but nothing works. Mikey's back so Ben bends forward, his ponytail hanging over his shoulder in front of him, almost reaching the floor. Mikey wipes Ben's ass, then Ben says, "Get me both vibrating dildos, one for each of the O'Rielly brothers." I'm thinking, "No fucking way can he inflict anymore suffering on me... I can't fucking take it!!!" When Mikey passes the dildos to Ben, he says, "Can we grab a coke and I cigarette before you tie me up." I'm like: are you shitting me?!!! They're so routine with everything; how can they just leave me here like this. Ben's like, "Okay, but first spit on the end of this dildo," Mikey goes, "Um, er, okay, but I got Vaseline if ya wanna use that." This cracks Ben up and they both end up laughing, but what they're laughing about eludes me, until Ben says, "Don't be too fuckin' obvious, Mikey... you want me to use the Vaseline on the dildo I'll be sticking up your ass too, right?" Mikey's like, "I'm hoping," and Ben hugs him, then they make-out for another minute, while I'm wondering,"What planet are these two from, and how am I still alive?!" And then things go from bad to worst. Opening the jar of Vaseline, Ben dips the end of the dildo in, and without hesitating pushes it way up my ass. It's a fat one, and without the Vaseline it would have been hell going up inside me; it hurts even with the vaseline. Ben flicks a switch, the vibrating starts, and my vibrating hole is all I can think about now; my asshole is the center of my universe. I try squirming on the floor, but I'm unable to move a muscle as that vibrator seems endless, like it's vibrating my whole being as the boys casually walk out of the bedroom without so much as a look back. And then my dick perks up and everything's not so bad anymore. It starts to feel good and gives me a massive four inch boner, but by the time the boys return my boner is so hard it hurts, and I need to cum so bad it's sick! Ben says, "On your belly, honey," and Mikey willingly gets down. Is he fucking blind? Can't he see my situation here? He needs to run for help... call 911, do something to save his skinny ass. But no, he lies down docilely, looking back as Ben ties his ankles so tight the rope's indents in his flesh. Done with the knot, Ben stands up and says to Mikey the exact same thing he'd said to me concerning how Mikey's already helpless etc. etc. Mikey gasps as if he's been goosed, and then reaches under himself to stroke his dick. What the fuck? It must be a script they use all the time, words that gets them excited, but what about me?! It doesn't get me excited to be tied up, and this fucking vibrating dildo has me near hysterical with the need to climax, but the more I repeatedly contract every muscle in my groin and buttocks, the slower the vibrator seems to vibrate, and it never quite gets me over the top. Fuck, I'd scream if I didn't have this gag in my mouth! Ben grabs Mikey's arm, pulling it from under him where he'd been pulling his pud, and methodically ties Mikey's wrists together, then tightly ties his elbows together as a quiet grunt escapes Mikey's throat. Looping a rope between Mikey's wrists and ankles Ben pulls hard until my brother's hands are scrunched against his feet. I'm shocked, thinking , "No fucking way! It's impossible!" Obviously it's not impossible 'cause there it is right before my eyes. They must do this so often they've stretched their muscles and tendons and such. Still, Mikey looks distressed; his lower ribs look like they're about to break through his pale pink skin. Mikey squeaks out, "I'm gonna cum!" Ben calmly puts a foot against Mikey's side pushing him on his side and now I can now see Mikey's four inch boner stretching the foreskin, leaking precum. Ben kneels down, cuts ten inches off a roll of nylone twine, and wraps it around the base of my little brother's pecker, then ties it off very tightly causing my brother to cry out, "Please, sir! That's too tight!" Ben's expression never changes, he turns to me and unfastens my ball gag, saying to me, "If I hear a peep out of you, I'll get another gag for you! Got it, worm?" and he smacks my cheek, not real hard, kinda like he knows he's totally in charge of the situation and can come back later and smack the shit outta me if he wants to. I nod my head as the vibrator picks up speed again, it's on some sort of automatic speed control. It's such a relief to have that gag out I don't want to fuck it up by disobeying Ben's orders, so I don't utter a peep. He mumbles to me, "Good boy, you've been trained really well, I gotta say 'good on you'." Mikey's mumbling, "Please, ,master, loosen the tie on my penis. I promise not t....." but that's all he got out before a scream escapes his mouth when Ben reaching under to squeeze Mikey's nuts; the scream that follows allowed Ben to force the ball gag, dripping with my spit, into my brother's mouth. Ben's humming again, as he secures the ball gag around Mikey's head with Mikey's eyes big and wild looking. I guess there's leeway in their play where one can go over the top at times. Taking another head band, like mine with an eye hook attached, he fits it over Mikey's forehead, and then attaches a rope through the hook as well as through the grouping of hands and feet, then Ben tightens the loop pulling Mickey's head back until I'm sure his neck is gonna snap off at the shoulders. Ben's losing his casual demeanor now, he's dropped the humming and is groping himself instead, his face is flush and his eyes are darting here and there over the pathetically helpless Mikey. Ben's breathing is noticeably different too and I kinda know how he feels, but from the other side of things. To me being helpless or submissive is erotic while for Ben it's the opposite; having rendered his victims helpless and uber submissive to him he's experiencing a powerfully sexual stimulant. It's probably the way Brett and Mikey feel when they have me totally under their control, when they're really dominant to me and I'm feeling like a submissive little boy.
At the moment my entire body is numb, it's past the point of pain into nothingness. For a few minutes there I was grappling with my old nemesis, claustrophobia, that is until Ben began showing signs of sexual excitement and now that's got my attention. It's fascinating to see his whole demeanor change as this sexual fetish of tying a victim into helplessness takes over his brain. Breathing through his mouth he finishes taking his clothes off by simply pulling his shirt over his head... the contrast between his monstrous penis and large balls, with his skinny ribs-showing torso, is freakish. His arms and legs have no definition, he's a stick-figure drawing and I can't understand what Mikey sees in him, except for the dominance thing and the big cock; Ben has that in spades. It's even affecting me a little; not to the degree Brett affects me, or Junior, or even my baby brother affect me, but I can feel Ben's powerful draw, or whatever it is that us submissive guys crave. With his bare foot against Mikey's side he pushes him over once more, then again over again so my brother is up against me. Ben's eyes are large as he takes his large cock in his small hand and strokes it slowly while observing his helpless captives... definitely kinky, but it's kinda sexy too. Ben's boner is too heavy and long to stick straight out from his groin, but it's plenty hard just the same hanging and bobbing as he walks around Mikey and me. Mikey's calmed down by now, mostly dealing okay with the pain of the tight string around the base of his hard cock. My brother's eyes follow Ben as he walks around us. I forget my place, and stupidly ask, "Ben, do you think Mikey's neck might be stretched too tight?" His eyes flick to me, like he'd forgotten I'm without a gag.
Well, I'm not without one for long. Biting his bottom lip and stroking his cock, he picks up my underwear, saying, "Open up or I'll burm you with a cigarette. I opened right up and take first my own underpants, which get stuffed in one cheek all the way to my gag reflex area, and then Mikey's jockey shorts get stuffed in my other cheek. Mikey's underpants smell like a fart laying on my nose, as Ben's stuffing it in my mouth inch by inch... it gets my dick to move from one thigh to the other.
Now Ben's got both me and Mikey speechless, and helpless. His eyes seem slightly crazed as he leans down and smells various parts of my brother's body... long whiffs taken in deep breaths fully appreciating the smells he's after. After sampling Mikey's asshole, nuts and belly, he puts his nose against Mikey's underarms, then his shoulders, and now he's smelling Mikey's taut, stretched neck, then up under his chin, then he pulls his face away and pinches Mikey's nostrils closed while strokes his own huge boner. Soon panic appears in Mikey's face because he can't breath through his mouth with the big ball gag and now his air supply from his nose is cut off. A minute passes and I'm getting worried, precum drools from Ben boner as my brother's eyes flutter, then roll up so only the whites are showing. Ben let's go of his nose and comes over to me. I'm panicky, but unable to even move my head to the side so there's isn't a single thing I can do except accept my fate. He closes my nostrils, like he'd just done to my brother, and my heart flutters in my chest as I realize how helpless I am, unable to control my bladder I pee myself, not the first time I've done that recently either. I pass out from lack of oxygen before my pee is done. Next thing I know Mikey's back from the other side watching Ben sniff my feet; my eyes go there too and I'm guessing Ben, like Brett, has a foot fetish on top of everything else. My clue is the fact Ben's now sucking my big toes, which I can't even move. It's weird, like I'm watching a horror movie shown in slow motion, yet now that the pains been removed, it's weirdly sexual too. Ben licks my feet and all around my ankles up to the rope, then over to Mikey's feet where he does the big toe sucking thing again. Mikey and me have long narrow feet with oddly long toes, and small toenail areas. Goofy, clown-feet but Ben's loving them. He's aroused big time after the foot fetish play and quickly gets Mikey on his side, lays down beside him and forces his fat cock in between the hands and ankles tied there, and up Mikey's ass. Making animal grunting sounds, he fucks my brother with rapid thrusts until Mikey's hard four inches of cock squeezes cum past the tight string tie-up, the short spurts fly out in a tiny arc; Mikey's eyes bulging from their sockets as the first squirt is followed by a second, third, then a forth... then just drools of thick creamy teen cum as Mikey's body shudders. Out comes Ben's cock with a long drool of precum connecting my brother's pussy with Ben's manly cock. Ben breaks the connection when he hops up, stroking himself, his face bright red and his eyes looking strange. He's got a tight smile on his lips and an arrogance to his movements. With each slide of his hand up and down his boner I hear a squishy sound of Vaseline and Mikey's pussy juices. With his bare foot Ben rolls me over, and then gets his hand under my tied-up appendages and pulls out my dildo; I miss the vibration immediately... it's like that vibrating was the only thing alive in my body, and now... nothing. Ben steps over to Mikey and somehow, by going in at an angle, pushes the dripping dildo, just removed from my hole, all the way in, up to the very hilt in Mikey's asshole; the device is vibrating briskly. Mikey's eyes bulge out again, but not a peep from his mouth. Ben rolls me on my face and gets a leg on either side of my tightly tied body; then, holding the rope aside, he pokes that hard cock of his inside my pussy and does the same rabbit fuck that he did on Mikey. I don't last much longer than my brother did and I'm soon shooting my seed out on the floor. It felt so good, I swear, if I didn't have two pairs of used underpants in my mouth I'd be squealing like a girl. Everything leading up to Ben fucking me contributed to my awesome climax, and now I'm starting to admire Ben's selfishness, his dedication to pleasuring himself and to hell with his helpless victims.
Ben's animated now, he hops off me to look at my spunk on the bedroom floor, then at Mikey's drippings. He's fucked the stuffing out of both O'Rielly brothers and he still hasn't shot his own load yet. Ben never stops stroking himself as he goes to the satchel again and comes out with that fucking pin pong paddle, then wrestles Mikey's helpless body around until he's on his belly again, and unable to get a clean shot at the buttocks because of the ropes, he begins spanking Mikey on the side of his thighs. The sound of paddle against flesh is sorta a familiar one to me now... I can do nothing except await my turn with half anticipation and half dread. The boys are teaching me the correlation between pain and pleasure and how pain can at times increase pleasure. When Ben's done with Mikey he comes over and paddles me hard and long. I'm begging in my head for him to stop by the time he tires of it. Both my brother and I would be openly bawling from the pain except for our gags. We have faces full of tears, but I can't imagine anyone being less concerned about Mikey's and my pain and discomfort than Ben. He's so self absorbed with everything he does, so focused on his own pleasure that his boner never goes down, and I'm thinking, "This fucker is either a world class narcissist or he's heavily into Viagra!" of course I'm not thinking real clearly at the moment. The spankings hurt like hell even though my joints are numb. In my head I figure Ben's gotta be near climax by now; I'm hoping it comes soon too because that's when I assume we get untied and can return to planet Earth. Ben's not done yet though, he's back to smelling our feet and private parts, then playing with the dildo in Mikey's ass. Mikey's eyes tell the story, the same story I had when the dildo was up my ass; the one where he needs to climax again! That vibrating dildo is both an awesome thing and a tool of torture, depending on how it's used.
Constantly stroking himself, Ben finally climaxes while he's strapping us with what looks like a wide belt a cowboy or PGA golfer might wear. Ben slashes it across Mikey's tied-up body and then mine; we're both in pain again and after a particularly horrifying "SLAPPP!" against my little brother's body Ben's cock starts shooting cum on us as Ben's making high pitched scary sound that must be embarrassing to him... nah, he don't give a shit what we think. A long stream of his spunk crosses the side of my face and neck followed by a longer stream aimed at Mikey's head that pools in his hair. Stroking that long swollen cock Ben gets another half dozen squirts out with each one landing on my brother; he seems to be the bigger turn-on for Ben. Done spunking he collapses across Mikey's bed and three minutes later I hear what can only be described as little snoring noises . The son of a bitch went to sleep. I keep counting from one to sixty to take my mine off the claustrophobia that's come up on me again; claustrophobia's a terrible thing that can drive a person insane. After about thirty such counts, Ben sits up and takes a deep breath, then gets off the bed, walks right by our two incapacitated bodies, as if we weren't even there, and into the bathroom he goes. Three minutes later the shower goes on and I'm so pissed at him, but at the same time I'm anticipating being untied soon and that will probably override everything he's put me through, and I'll end up thanking Ben. Oh man! Can I believe I'll actually start admiring him? Here he comes out of the bathroom drying himself, then he drops the towel and gets dressed. Finally, salvation! But no... his long wet hair cascading around his shoulders, he walks past us, then out of the bedroom and a few seconds later I hear him giggling, then the front door opens, then clicks closed, and lastly, clicks locked. In my head I'm screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
to be continued...
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