BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION
Chapter 11
by Donny Mumford
At least that skinny, ponytailed, little bastard left the lights on for us. Mikey and me are totally hogtied, him even more so than me. Mikey's kinky friend Ben tied us up like we're cattle, fucked both of us, beat us with a pin pong paddle and a strap, then took a shower and left us like this. As for me, it's a race between me going insane from claustrophobia or just outright dying; I can't see a third possibility! Except, wait a second... Mikey's trying to tell me something with his eyes. The way he's opening them widely, but calmly, with no fear in them makes me think my eyes must look wild and he's trying to talk me off the ledge, so ta speak. He begins a rocking motion with his curved body, rolling back and forth little by little until he gets going with larger and larger rolls until finally he rolls over to me, his little fingers scraping my nose. Mikey's wrists are tied, but his fingers are free and he's blindly using them to grab at my mouth until a finger, luckily, gets a piece of his underwear stuffed in as part of my gag, and he begins pulling it out of my mouth. My own boxers come out next, much easier after his are out. The air rushes in as I try forming saliva to get my tongue working. I manage to say, "I knew you'd come up with something, Mikey." He's already doing the rocking maneuver again and, two minutes later, he's managed to move himself around so that the back of his head cracks my nose, I start to say, "You clumsy...!" but I stop because right in front of me is the band holding Mikey's ball gag in his mouth. I have admiration for Mike's ingenuity now, and vow to make him proud of me. With my teeth I grasp the band and rock my body like Mikey did until I pull the band over his head with the ball gag attached to it slippery with Mikeys saliva; it dangles from my teeth. Mikey gasps, then takes in a huge breath through his mouth, before saying, "Hey, you're not a dumb as I thought you were, Brian... you understood what to do right away. Good for you," and he rasps in more air, as I'm thinking, "I don't think I care for that 'dumb' comment, but I gotta hand it to Mikey... we've got a chance now to get free!"
And yeah, that's true to a point, but it ain't gonna be easy. First I need to, under Mikey's instructions, use my teeth to undo the knot of rope tying his elbows together, and it's tedious going to say the least. Then the same for the rope binding his wrists together; then, with his hands free, Mikey takes only two minutes to completely untie himself. I'm so anxious to get out of my bonds I'm almost peeing myself again, but Mikey's taking his time as I work up some bad thoughts of revenge on that little prick, Ben.
It's surprising the hell out of me, but I realize all of a sudden that Mikey's not pissed off about being left tied-up, he's excited, exclaiming, "He leaves me like this half the times he ties me up. Man, did I get off with that experience; what'd you think of it?" I go, "I have mixed emotions, at one point I admired Ben, but by the end I'd have killed him if I could." Mikey nods his cute head, pulls on his dick, and says, "Hmmm, weird! I thought you'd really get into Ben, I surely do. Oh well, different strokes, and all that..." and he's off for the bathroom with me yelling, "What about me?" Mikey comes right back, saying, "Oh yeah, I forgot. Mom will be home in a couple of hours and I can't have you screaming for help." He picks up the ball gag, gives me a funny face, and talking baby talk, asks, "Does Brian wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?" I start to call him a name, then feel my dick move at what a hardass my little brother can be when it's just him and me, resigned to obey him, and as I'm feeling a buzzing in my balls, I open my mouth wide and Mikey forced the ball pass my teeth, then tightens the band at the back, saying, "I'm leaving you tied all night, Brian. Don't worry I'll set the alarm so we have time to stretch you out in the morning; you'll be wicked sore but it's all part of the big picture that will benefit you in the end." I've got my pouting, angry look going for me until Mikey says, "You want a slap across your face, worm?" I change my expression real quick like, and Mikey asks, "You want me to fuck you, is that what you're hoping for?" I wish I could show some self respect by shaking my head 'no', but instead I find my self able to barely move my head up and down, about an inch, indicating 'yes'. He laughs as he strokes his cock using some Vaseline, and soon there's that four inch spike I'm getting so familiar with pointing at Mikey's cute chin. "Roll over, like I showed you how to do a little while ago." He could have pushed me with his foot like Ben, but Mikey's a teacher, he wants me to learn to take care of myself, so I do the little rocking motion that eventually turns into a big enough move that I roll over and Mikey can then move my wrists and ankles enough to get that hard four inches up my ass. He goes, "Ahh, yeah... I like your pussy; my dick fits it so good!" He fucks me fast until he's breathing hard, then slows down to mutter, "Being brothers, I think that's why your pussy is such a perfect fit... whaddaya think?" as he goes at my hole fast and hard again. Him asking me a question when I have a ball gag in my mouth made me think of Dr. Halotose, our family dentist, who asks questions when my mouths wide open and he has both hands in it. My dick comes alive and gets to feeling so good; Mikey fucking me almost makes up for all the other shit I've been through today. His spunk explosion wasn't a large one, after all it's his second in the past two hours, and mine is smaller too, but felt awesome! I love being fucked by my little brother; he's my idol again.
Pulling out of my ass, Mikey says, "I hope that holds you for a while... now roll yourself over to you're sleeping blanket and get to sleep." He's patting me on the head like maybe he thinks I did good; it kinda makes me feel good too. It took me ten minutes to move six feet but I'm finally where Mikey wants me, sweating, panting, my heart pumping. I'm feeling okay by the time the shower turns off, and when I think of Mikey drying his slim body I have this real nice feeling come over me 'cause he's doing this, leaving me tied up, for my benefit so I can get as used to it as he is. What a stud my little brother is! Mikey came in and smacks the side of my leg with the pin pong paddle before putting it and the other toys in the satchel. "See ya in the morning," he mutters, as he turns out the lights. What a fucking day! Still, I feel closer to Mikey then ever... how many brothers share themselves with each other the way we do? We're special; especially Mikey! I finally fall asleep, and sleep very soundly too. Mikey had to whack my shin with the side of the paddle to wake me. I woke up trying to scream from the pain, but of course the ball gag prevented that. Mikey's laughing his nuts off, he's in a good mood and very talkative as he begins untying me. "Wasn't last night the greatest?! Ben's taught me so much and, while we take turns being the dominant figure in our BDSM games, when push comes to shove, well... you've met him, and you know how I usually am, so who do you think is the major dominant figure?" Real talkative, like I said, but maybe not fully awake 'cause he's asking me stuff and I still have the ball gag in place. Brett instructed Mikey that I'm to sleep with the pacifier gag, but this one will do too I suppose. He goes, "Oops, you've still got your gag in, here, let me get it off you." He seems to like me this morning, and while I should be pissed at him for keeping me tied up all night, I'm not. I'm mostly grateful to be getting untied now, and... jeez, I don't know, but I feel privileged just to be included in Ben and Mikey's role playing. It's just the three of us, and no ones been seriously harmed so what's the problem, ya know? When my gag's out I breath through my mouth and work up some spit, but my tongue won't work properly. I manage to say, "Yea, I agggreees wits youse," which Mikey seems to understand as he pats my cheek, mumbling, "You're such a loser, but you're the only brother I''ve got so I'll do what I can for you." Whatever that means. When I'm totally free of the ropes, and Mikey's putting them away, I stay pretty much is the same ridiculous position I've been in for the last eight hours. I'm afraid to move! Mikey comes over and does his massage thing; I love the feel of his small hands on me so this is quite a pleasurable experience. It goes on for almost half an hour before I can move with a degree of normalcy. Mikey says, "It'll be the same Friday, or rather Saturday morning, for you. It takes ten or twelve tie-ups before your muscles are stretched and flexible enough for this. I'll be doing the tying up Friday, but don't expect me to be gentle with you 'cause I'm not gonna be. You'll need to learn sooner or later, might as well be sooner." Then Mikey orders me to do a series of exercises while he calls Ben on his cell phone. There's lots of laughing and then at the end I think I hear him say, "I love you, Ben." What else sounds like that? I was breathing hard with the exercises so maybe I misheard, but I don't think so. How can these two nitwits think there straight, and also be in love with each other? Give me a fucking break! Not that I'm going to say anything to them; why cause trouble?
Mikey closes his cell phone and comes over to smack my ass, saying, "Alright, that's enough. On your knees now, quickly." I get down and begin licking under his scrotum, back near his asshole. He's got that rich natural smell of earth and shit going for him this morning. Mikey's always been gaseous... when we were younger he'd get us laughing with the various names he gave the different farts he'd squeeze out: the motorboat fart, trouser ripping fart, the gunshot fart, squeaky fart, silent but deadly, and eggy fart are the ones I can remember. He wasn't even at puberty yet, now his farts are a couple levels up from those days and the extra cheese pizza from last night must have had the fart machine cranked up pretty good. It's only took me ten days to change from being revolted by his shitty smell under here, to loving it and looking forward to it each morning he lets me rim him and suck his small cock; it's awesome baby! You know, like that bald headed guy from ESPN says. Now I'm balder than he is, and I'm already getting used to the look. Brett's always saying how adaptable I am and now I actually have become adaptable, so maybe his encouragement talked me into it. That's the genius, and yes I do mean genius, of Brett. I'm doing full tongue laps across Mikey's asshole; he's spread his legs and hunched down some to accommodate me. The position my neck was in all last night helps with this too, so I can see another benefit from the tie-ups. When spits dripping off his anus I work my tongue up inside his rectum and clean that out, then enjoy a cleaner Mikey smell, more his natural oder, which is very sexy. I wish I smelled like my little brother. Mikey pulls his ass away when he gets near climaxing and I hustle around to take his cock in my mouth, sucking it for a while, then Mikey positions my head properly and fucks my face and throat. His cock head passes my gag reflex area, but not much further and that's a little disappointing but nature only gave each of us four inches. It makes me long for the long-cock- boys like Brett and Junior... and yes, now Ben. There are few things sexier than having a boy's boned-up cock down your throat; that's submissive, let me tell ya! Mikey smacks the side of my face in the excitement of having his orgasm, cum bubbling up around his cock as he pulls it out of my throat and shoots a good load in my mouth. Mikey's got the best tasting cum ever, he's a star, that boy! He smacks my face hard again, and says, "That's enough!" I raise my hand, Mikey asks, "What now?" and I go, "May I please get myself off, I almost climaxed, but not quite." He goes, "No!" get dressed, you'll be late for work... I do what I'm told.
So, now I'm on my way to work in a sweaty, hairless condition, with a horrid case of blue balls. Damn, I need to cum! Junior's the first person I see in BJ's parking lot. He's like, "I heard about the Nair treatment at Molly's grooming place. Go into the supervisor's locker room and get undressed, I want to see for myself." I mutter, "Yes, master," and run ahead of him so I can be undressed by the time he gets there. This is only the second or third time I've been in this part of the locker room. Brett's sent me in a few times to collect dirty towels and underwear, that sort of thing; then he has me wash them... but only twice that I can recall. I strip down, kind of excited Junior's taking a interest in me again. We haven't had much personal contact since Brett took over my training. I'm naked, standing at attention when Brett comes in. He clicks the lock on the door and comes right over to me. "Let me ask you something first, Brian." And he tweeks my nose, before asking, "You been mocking any lawn boys at the country club lately?" I blush a dark red remembering how Junior got me to admit to doing that. My eyes drop, as I mumbles, "No sir, I learned my lesson; you showed me what a snob I was. Anyway, we haven't belonged to the country club for a while now; I wouldn't even be allowed in the club house." "You been brought down a couple of pegs, huh?" "Yes, sir." Junior's rubbing his hand around my cock now, going, "Whoa, this is the smoothest pubic area ever for a twenty-two year old. Are the pubes permanently removed; same for head hair?" I certainly hope not, but don't want to be impudent, so quietly reply, "I'm not sure what Brett's decided, sir." Junior opens his locker and pulls out a latex toy, saying, "Bend over, hands on your knees," he pulls on a latex glove, then lubricates the toy, "This is a prostate massager, or male g-spot massager, if you prefer," he's inserting it in my ass as he speaks, "By the way, you're letting your personal hygiene go all to hell, you smell bad." Naturally I know better than complain about my assistant trainer's treatment of me, so I say, "Yes, sir... sorry, sir." It's best not to make excuses, masters and trainers don't go for that, which is something I've learned this summer the hard way. He fiddles around inside my rectum, before ordering me, "Take a shower when I'm done with you, I'll tell Brett; you'll be disciplined, but that can't be helped when you come to work like this!" I mutter, "Yes, master."
The device he's messin' with has a roller of some kind that's rolling against the sides of my rectum feeling good, and my dick squirms around my hairless crotch. "This is called prostate milking and it'll give your whole body an orgasm. I'm doing this demonstration so you'll know how it feels, then we're putting you in a chastity device and performing the milking; you'll experience a different kind of sensation when you discover you can't have an orgasm." I'm feeling so weird bent over like this, letting Junior have his way with me, but there's nothing I can do about that. I know very little about chastity devices, but from what I know they don't seem like something I'm going to like. "The prostate's a bump about as big as a walnut, about two inches inside your hole, below the bladder, and in front of the rectum." I go, "Ohhhh!" and Junior laughs, saying. "I guess I found your G-spot alright," and he ran that roller ball back and forth over that so-called G-spot, and ecstasy resulted. My body is quickly covered in goose bumps ,and sensations get so intense I involuntarily move forward prompting Junior to grips my left hip and give the order, "Staaay!" My training kicks in and I stay bent over trembling, and moaning, "Ooooh... ah ah ah, ooooh!" My little cock comes right up and is soon pointing straight up towards my chin. The roller massage increases the sensation and my cock gets harder and slowly moves away from my groin until it's pointing straight down and I begin cumming in spurts... spurt after spurt of creamy spunk as my eyes close tightly, my toes curl, and my whole body shakes with that prostate roller milking my balls dry, and after the creamy spunk runs out there's still watery liquid drooling from my dick with the most amazing array of feelings spreading out from my balls to my cock, down my legs and up my stomach... a crinkling feeling on my scalp. I'm making a long squeal-like noise; it's similar to the squeal a girl might make when someone with a big tongue sucks on her clitoris. I'm hoping, in equal parts, that this feeling goes on forever, and that Junior will stop the massage immediately. Truly the most intense orgasm I've ever had, but too much to handle... too much of everything. Junior's chuckling, but shows mercy and finally pulls the toy out of my ass. My body won't stop shaking as all the sensors in my body feel stimulated and continue vibrating. As soon as Junior takes the G-spot massager out of me there's that immediate sense of relief, but right away I want to feel it again too. I'm shaking, with shivers all over my body, my asshole's quivering, my anus opening and closing like lips sucking a lollypop. Through all this I hear Brett's voice from somewhere, asking, "How long did you have that up his ass?" and Junior says, "Not even two minutes; he's very sensitive in there! Wow, great reaction." Brett asks, "Should I put a Kali's teeth chastity device on him now?" Junior's putting the prostate massage device back in his locker, saying, "No, let his little boner go down." Closing his locker, he goes, "You know, I used that thing up Bart's ass last night, and got a good reaction, but nothing like this." Brett laughs and bumps fist with Junior, who's laughing now himself, asking, "Have you ever cleaned that fucking thing? Ha ha ha!" Junior's like, "What do you think, bro? Ha ha ha!"
Breathing hard, my heart still pumping fast, I'm coming down from that prostate massage-induced erotic high, when Brett says, "Alright, dawg, paws up!" and I flop on the tile floor and get my paws up with my knees spread wide. Brett takes a round thing from his pocket, and explains, "This ring goes over your dick like this," and he fits it over my cock down to the base of the shaft, and then slips my long scrotum through an attached ring. I watch incredulously as he locks the two together with a small lock. Right away I feel light needle pricks on my prick. "You see how it works," Brett says, in between giggles, "If your dick swells, like in the case of an erection, the teeth bite into the flesh of your cock and that usually prevents further engorging of your dick. We don't want you having an orgasm, except by appointment." I mumble, "Oh, no..." and Junior and Brett high five, giggling like little boys. This is the next step of your training, Dawg." My eyes are glued to that devilish little ring of points. "Okay, get up and lets put you through some exercises." I'm speechless, as I slowly stand. Junior says, "It'll be a learning process for you... you'll find a way to avoid the teeth under normal circumstances, but in sexual ones you'll be experiencing some discomfort." What the...? Okay, this is really not good, I'm feeling discomfort already! He says, "Try a bowlegged stance with your buttocks poked out a little." I do as he says and take a couple of steps. It works okay but I feel like a total jerk-off walking like this so I try walking normally and the pin pricks make me go back to the recommended way of moving about. "Jumping jacks!" Brett orders and, still naked, I do some jumping jacks bowlegged, with my butt sticking out; only minor pinches on my cock as the head of my penis moves closer to my groin... retreating, you might say. Doing legs thrust my dick shrinks inside me until the device is at the neck of my cock, with the foreskin bunched up preventing further shrinkage. Brett works me out until I'm sweating again, then says, "Okay, you'll be fine. Take a quick shower, get dressed and hurry out to the docks; we've got a big delivery to unload and distribute." As I look at my shrunken dick, I mumble, "Yes, sir," and head for the showers, Quickly bathing, I'm done in four minutes and getting dried off when Brett appears, "Assume the position, you're last on the docks and must be disciplined." I get on my knees, my forearms on the floor with my forehead resting on them. This is so fucking unfair! Junior and Brett are the reason I'm late, "WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!" Brett's chuckling, taking a break, then says, "Do not be late again!" and more spanking, "WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Tears rolling down my face but I've been trained to keep my groans of pain to myself. He leaves me without another word, my ass hot and red and burning. Forget the teeth on my dick, my spanked buttocks really hurts now! As I slowly get up, and begin carefully pulling on my pink girlie underwear, I think, "Hey! That's why Brett spanked me so hard, to get my mind off my pin-pricked cock." Damn, I gotta be more open minded and less critical, he's always looking out for me.
The rest of the morning I endure the humiliation of walking as if I shit my pants, and there's no shortage of cat calls from the other dock workers about that, as you'd expect. Of course I tell them a lie; I tell them I pulled a muscle in my buttocks and need to walk like this. I can't explain that to everyone who's gawking and snickering at me as I push my dolly loaded with new merchandise from one section to another... and this is a huge wholesale building so I was out there among the customers a lot. At lunch I try taking a piss but just can't get the flow going, then I need to run my laps up and down the aisle of parked cars while customers coming and going, most of them staring at me as I try jogging in this odd bowlegged fashion. Today Brett has me carry a cat's litter box on the run. About a dozen assholes yell out basically the same comment: it's a version of, "Why do ya need a litter box, ya already did a dump in your pants! Ha ha ha!" There are levels of humiliation, and then there's this! Oh my god, what a long jog it was. Today's Thursday so no Mikey, and no training session after work either, thankfully! Sitting proves to be a problem too, and I suffer many pin pricks driving home. No one will be home as mom works till eight tonight and Mikey's always out with his friends. Walking up to my apartment I run into my next door neighbor, who laughs, and says, "What the fuck you up to now, Brian? Ya got some doodies in your pants?" Very original! I tell him the lie about a pulled muscle and hurry inside anxious to look at this fucking torture device in private. I'm hoping I can devise some padding to put between the teeth and my tender penis. It'll only be for when I'm not at work of course, Brett wouldn't allow it. As soon as I step inside the front door I pull my pants down and look at my cock. It's receded inside me so much there's barely an inch still visible. There are many red dots from the teeth biting into the skin, only two of which seems to have broken the skin; so that's a relief anyway. Away from prying eyes I'm getting relief from the pin pricks by exaggerating the goofy walking technique. As I'm holding the head of my dick between my forefinger and thumb as I do a weird bowlegged walk into my bedroom, my ass sticking way out. I can't stop staring at that damnable ring, then I hear, "What the fuck?" With a sense or sheer panic and dread, I look up and see Mikey with three of his friends sitting on the floor playing nickle and dime poker. My face turns scarlet, as I let go of my one inch cock, and sputter, "Wha? Who... whaddaya doing here?" Freddy Schieling is the younger brother of one of my old friends, Jon Schieling, from when I lived in the expensive part of town. I used to beat Jon at tennis regularly and I wasn't always the best winner, Jon always acted kind of jealous of me. Freddy goes, "Wait'll I tell Jon you have a pussy!" and everyone screams with laughter. My bald head is bright red now as sweat brakes out all over my body. One of the other kids screams, "And he shit his pant too!" I'm stuttering now, "Na, no, I tha..." Mikey used to be the stutterer and I used to mock him, not it's me being mocked as all three boys imitate my babbling stuttering. Then the third kid starts giggling, and asks, "Ewww, what the fuck happened to his hair, Mikey? Jesus, he doesn't even have pubes!" and more gales of laughter. I'm frozen in place, my fingers back to holding my shrinking three-quarter inch penis. Mikey says, "Brian, look at me and do as I say: drop your shorts and underwear, pull your t-shirt over your head, then get in the paws up position! Let me get a look at what you've done to yourself now."
As a result of my weeks of hard training and indoctrination, even in front of these kids from the neighborhood, I quickly undress and get on my back, my arms and legs in the air, limp wrists and legs bent at the knees, then spread my knees wide exposing my private parts to these fifteen year old boys, who hoot and holler because I followed Mikey's orders so quickly. Mikey says to his friends, "Brian's obsessed with hairlessness... he even removed his eyebrows." A kid with a million freckles, who I don't know, says, "Ya gotta be shitting me! That's so ugly! What's wrong with him, Mikey, who would do that?" Mikey's doing an elaborate shrug as the same kid mutters, "And, he was wearing girl's panties?" Mikey says, "Um, yeah... it's weird, but we got into this 'truth or dare' thing at the beginning of the summer and I caught my big brother in some outrageous lies, so now he needs to do whatever I tell him so I won't tell mom about some stuff... stuff I'm not telling you guys about either, so save your breath and don't bother asking." I'm thinking, "No one will believe that crock of shit!" and another of the kids I don't know, the one with big lips, chimes in with, "That's so kewl! Wish I could get secret stuff on my asshole brother!" Freddy says, "Yeah, Mikey! That 'truth or dare' shit can get ya in hot water alright. Oh man, I really can't wait to tell my brother about big shot Brian O'Rielly being bossed around by his little brother." Everyone chatters about that for a bit. Can you believe that these numbnuts swallowed that ridiculous 'truth or dare' story... come to think of it, the real story's even more bizarre than that. Normally Mikey picks up my balls or screws around with my cock using his bare fingers, but with the other kids here he pretends he wouldn't think of touching my privates. He says, "Hey Freddy, throw me that yardstick that's next to my desk. Using the yardstick he pulls my scrotum out to it's full eight inches as the guys go, "Ewww, gross!" and Mikey mumbles, "Ya ever see anything like this before?" Freckles goes, "Maybe in a carnival freak show, ha ha ha ha!" Then he adds, "Anybody notice his long toes and fingers? The fucker could be a chimpanzee, or something like that... ya know, a no dick mother-fucker climbing through the trees gripping the limbs with his long toes and fingers!" The boys once again are hysterical with giggles. I want to strangle that kid so badly!! Calming down the giggles, Mikey pokes my three-quarter inch dick with the stick, asking, "What the fuck happened to you here?" Freddy excitedly goes, "Jeez, you're dick is wicked small too, Mikey... but at least you got one!" Mikey mutters, "Fuck you, Schieling!" but in a friendly way, and then they bump fists. Mikey says to me, poking me in the nuts with the yard stick, "Is this another example of you losing a bet with your friend, Brett?" I say, "Yeah, Michael... him and Junior." Big lips screams, "Michael! He calls you Michael?" Mikey laughs at that, and goes, "Yeah, it's so he remembers who's in charge, ya know?" Big lips again says, "Kewl!!"
I've recently discovered there are various levels of humiliation and embarrassment, but this is way past those things. This is so degrading tears form in my eyes and there's simply nothing I can do about it. Freckles takes the ruler from Mikey and attempts to pull my dick out using the end of the ruler behind the ring of teeth, and I'm like, "Ow, ow, ow!" Everyone howls with laughter, then Mikey says, "Assume the position; you've been naughty putting that thing around you pee pee, and so you need to be disciplined. I groan quietly but roll over to get on my hands and knees, relieved to have my tiny cock head out of public display mode. Mikey goes, "Jackie, pass me that satchel," the kid with all the freckles tosses it to Mikey and he pulls out my pacifier gag; oh no! "Open up," and of course I do, and in goes the nipple.
Here Freddy, squeeze this button and see what happens," soon my cheeks are bulging out as the nipple inflates. The boys all get the giggles and can't stop for a couple of minutes; each of them cautiously reaching over to squeeze the pump until the nipple is half way down my throat and closing off my air passages. When Mikey sees my eyes start to go up under the eyelids he quickly lets air out so I can inhale loudly through my nose. The guys giggle at that too. These fucking kids today do more girlie giggling than guys I grew up with ever did... little fairies. Then, "SMACK!!" and I snort though my nose as the paddle connects flush on my ass cheek. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" and my knees are hopping up off the floor with each painful paddle. Mikey goes, "You have a go at it, Freddy." I'm waiting, my eyes wide, as the paddle's dropped; then, nervous giggles, and "SMAAAACK!!!" right on the back of my right thigh... very tender skin there. The snorting through my nose creates mucus strings that blow out then flop down across my gag. "Ooops!" giggles Freddy, and the boys are having the most fun ever! The little sadist! "SMACK! SMACK!" and I can't hold back the pain tears; I'm not boo-hooing, but it gets so painful tears roll down my face. "Let me have a turn," says Jackie, and "WHACK, WHACK, WHACK,' but not as hard as the other boys. Still, the flesh on my ass is quivering, tears and mucus are flowing, so Mikey calls an end to it. "This is getting boring, guys." There's a couple of muttered comments, like, "Yeah, but it was so cool to get back at a big brother, huh?" Everyone agreed, as for me, I'm just glad my spanking's over. Mikey dismisses me, "Go into the kitchen on all fours, and lay on the tile floor until me and my friends leave." I go to pick up my clothes, and Mikey says, "Just your underwear." Oh fuck, why bring attention to my fucking pink panties again. Resigned, I roll over on my back and pull on the silk panties, and the hooting and hollering starts up again, but I'm numb to it now. Panties on, I'm walking on my hands and knees toward the bedroom door, heading for the kitchen like instructed, when, "SMACK! WHACK!" two more hard smacks on the back of that same leg has me seeing stars. I look back and see big lips smiling as the others giggle. Big lips, says, "Gotcha!" I'm scurrying now, moving as fast as I can go on hands and knees. This has the boys laughing again, and my blush returns. Laying on the cold tile floor of the kitchen I feel sick thinking how Jon Schieling's going to be smirking at my drastic reversal of fortune.
After a few minutes my hypnotized-brainwashing kicks in, and I'm able to rationalize that I never intended seeing Jon Schieling again anyway, and the same for those little farts with Mikey this afternoon. Mikey's different than those other kids, he's much better than any of them; better than me too and I'm proud it's him who assisting in my training. I'm benefiting from the training, humiliating circumstances not withstanding, and that's what I need to concentrate on, the benefits. Okay, so Mikey reverted to his fifteen year old immature mode there for a while, but that's because his friends were here and peer pressure's a bitch. When it's just Mikey and me again he'll demonstrate his dominance in a more mature way. Ohhh yeah, and tonight he'll fuck me and then I'll find out more about my ring of teeth; maybe my cock will come out of my belly and join the party too. Just thinking about that has my dick taking on some blood and soon I'm going, "Ow, ow..." as tiny pin pricks remind me that me getting fucked by Mikey tonight could be problematic. Hmmm, I need to cum though, so maybe that'll override the pinpricks. As I rest on the floor, wearing only my pink panties and pacifier gag, I'm thinking about things in general, and I'm starting to think I don't give a damn how many people know about my situation; I used to care about my image... hell, I thought image was the most important thing there is. Now I see how superficial that thinking was, now I'm beginning to feel proud of myself, proud that I'm able, and in some cases willing, to adapt as is necessary. The boys are hard task masters, but it's proving very beneficial to me. I can take a lot of abuse and somehow get through it. Also, Junior, Brett and even Mikey have respect for me now, and even though they won't admit it, I can feel it; and they're growing fond of me too. Fond of the real me, not the superficial me, and it's a great feeling... I want them to be proud of me in the worst way! Yeah, but even as I say that I'm not sure how much of what I'm thinking is my true feelings and how much has been programed into my brainwashing. They're so clever with it I'm never even aware I'm being brainwashed, or whatever. Still, I have a warm glow thinking about my three trainers, particularly Brett and Mikey. My dick's starting to fill up again, I grapple with the ring a little, to no avail, "Ow, ow ow!" and the blood recedes from my dick and the head shrinks down till my scrunched-up foreskin prevents further shrinkage. Damn, this things a real problem but I've overcome a lot thus far so I can figure out how to manage this too. It's all a pain in the ass, but it's teaching me character!
The boys noisily leave an hour later, ignoring me this time, and I doggy-walk back into the bedroom and lay down at my spot on the floor, kinda missing Mikey. When he comes back he orders me to get 'at attention'! Then he pulls out my gag and drops it on the floor; I know it won't be cleaned before the next time it's used, but for now I'm just happy to have it out. As I've come to expect, Mikey gives my low hanging balls a hard squeeze that gets me way up on my toes, doing all I can not to utter a sound. Mikey smirks, nodding his head approvingly, then takes from his pocket a spring-operated clothes line clip, motions for me to bend at my waist getting down to his height, then clamps my nostrils together with the clip. It's a tight spring and pinches my nose painfully. Pulling his pants down to his knees, he gets a firm grip on each of my ears and pulls my head down to his crotch saying, "Lick my balls." His recently shaved crotch is sweaty, his cock and balls are damp. I know from experience his package smells like the cock and balls of a fifteen year old boy who's been playing all day under the summer sun, a boy who's not a slave to hygiene, but today I'm deprived of that odor because my nose is clipped tightly closed. Many would find the odor offensive, and I used to, but not now... now I wish I could smell it, I'm very disappointed that I won't be allowed. As it is, I do what I'm told and begin lapping under his nuts. I can get my head back further than ever thanks to the brutal tie-up that Ben put on me last night. "Don't scratch me with your clothesline clip," warns Mikey; he's always putting challenges in front of me to keep my mind sharp. The kid's a genius if ya ask me. I get both his sweaty balls in my mouth, marveling at the roundness. God I love sucking my brother off. I can feel his dick growing the more I lick, suck, and hum on his nuts. When his boner's poking my eye he allows me to suck it until he screeches, pulls on my ears, and fills my mouth with what I believe is the world's creamiest, best tasting cum. I smack my lips and savor the texture and flavor, I'm going to miss this something awful... but why do I have to miss it? Maybe I won't need to. Hmmm. Sucking down Mikey's teen spunk blocks my ears because my nose is clamped shut; it's happened a half dozen times as I sucked Mikey off, and it's damn disconcerting, but I take it as another learning experience. Blocked ears is annoying to say the least, but a small price to pay for sucking Mikey's cock and balls. Back at attention now, Mikey's giving me a stern lecture on stupidity, meaning me coming into the bedroom with my pants down when I didn't know for sure if anyone was here. He's furious that I put him in an awkward situation, and that's why he allowed the paddling. I'm hanging my head, embarrassed to have let Mikey down, I deserve the spanking. To be honest, I deserve almost all the spankings I receive although at times it's not clear why initially. After a ten minute dressing down, he ordered me to get dressed and make our dinner, which I do. During dinner I raise my hand a number of times asking permission to speak, but am refused. I want to apologize, and promise never to be so stupid again, but I'm kept mute so I write out my apology while Mikey's on his computer, and leave it on his bed. In the note I tell him how proud of him I am and how wonderful a job he's doing as an assistant trainer. It's signed, "Love, Brian." He read it an hour later and wiggles his finger for me to come over, when I do he initiates the kissing; usually it's Brett who does that. I guess he accepts my apology. The kisses led to him fucking me again, which is what I'm always looking forward to now-a-days.
For this latest fuck Mikey orders me into my proper position, which is on my hands and knees 'cause then my ass, called a pussy by Mikey, is at a good height for him. I reach behind to lube my hole as Mikey unclips the clothesline thing from my nose, and air rushes up my nostrils, nice! Then I worry because my dick is already getting pinpricks from anticipating getting fucked. What'll happen when my little brother mounts me? He's spreading my ass cheeks away from my hole at the moment, then poking his fingers inside me roughly. Satisfied my pussy's loose enough he reaches down to grab a dildo from the toy satchel, then screws it in till I'm gritting my teeth, attempting to keep from crying out. As the pain recedes, my dick begins growing and the pinpricks become more noticeable. Mikey's in front of me now, ordering me to suck his cock into a boner, which doesn't take long; wish it took longer, actually; like I said, I love sucking my brother off. What's on my mind now though is the word, "Ow!" I'm trying not to say it, but the pricking of my cock is much more pronounced now that my penis is involved to a larger degree, so ta speak. Mikey unscrews the dildo and plows his cock all the way in me and then fucking my pussy ten time fast as I scream out in pain. My cock swells as a result of the awesome feeling in my ass; just the notion my little brother's fucking me gets me hard. The scream is short because my dick's receding back to flaccid condition. Mikey mutters, "Control that screaming, dawg!" and smacks my ass with his little hands which makes me wonder again how it's possible for me to have these big hands and long fingers when my own brother has the opposite... well, his feet are kinda long. Scrambling genes around gets varied results I guess. I'm trying to think of things like that to get my mind off how awesome it feels being fucked by Mikey, but it don't last long. Soon I'm moaning in pleasure again, but only for a few seconds as the teeth pierce the skin on my semi-boner and I scream in my head, while only grunt out loud. Mikey finally has a small orgasm, nothing like the one he shot in my mouth earlier, but I never came close to one, and then the reality hits me hard. I needed to cum this morning but Mikey wouldn't let me and my balls, hanging low, are hard and filled with cum but I can't get stimulated for more than thirty seconds before my cock grows too big, filling the ring and pressing against the sharp teeth. Mikey grunts, smacks my ass, then fucks me another minute after his orgasm, sliding in his slippery spunk and splashing it on my buttocks. "That's a good pussy ya got on you, Dawg! Damn good," and he pulls out to walk around in front of me. "Clean all this junk off my dick. I think I hit a turd up there tonight too." Well, of course... he won't let me use the bathroom; I'm constipated. There actually is a spot of shit at the pee slit of his cock which I quickly lick off, making a face. I want to get it before he sees it and really gets pissed off. He's muttering, "Maybe Brett will give you an enema tomorrow... or hell, I'm in tomorrow, I can do it. Hee hee... that'll be fun." There are juices or a natural lubes of some kind, or something up my pussy that does not taste good, but when I get past them, Mikey has the best tasting cock ever. I've developed the same taste for Mikey that I have for Brett, but oddly, not for Junior; he went off to train his huge boy-toy before I developed a taste for him.
After Mikey finishes his business in the bathroom before bed, I raise my hand, he gives me a head nod and I politely ask permission to use the bathroom. He says, "Only for brushing your teeth, then I want you out here beginning your bedtime procedure." I'm thinking, "Fuck!!!" but I say, "Yes, sir," and do a bowlegged walk into the bathroom, getting a little buzzing feeling in my low hanging nuts from Mikey's authority over me. My cock starts growing into a semi-boner until the teeth bite in and I stifle a scream. Goddammit! Those fucking teeth are the worst kind of chastity device! After a good brushing I drag out the broom stick and tape my right ankle to it, then push my bedtime dildo up my ass, making sure to get it in all the way. It's tight but my dick doesn't stir like it normally does... don't tell me it's already trained to stay soft! I don't want to even think about that. Putting the pacifier gag's strap over my head, then the nipple in my mouth, I pump it up till my cheeks are out a little, it's comfortable like this. Mikey's taping my left foot almost six feet away from my right one. We'd had to borrow a seven foot wood handle from a duster at work, the long-handled duster is normally used by the janitorial staff for dusting high places... I still think of it as a broom handle though. When Mikey started spreading my feet for sleeping, the broom handle stretched my legs only five feet, but now we're up to six, which seems to please Mikey. When I'm spread-eagled uncomfortable, Mikey checks my dildo, grunting his approval; then, checking my gag he does three more pumps, making it uncomfortable. Lastly he ties my wrists together tightly, then my elbows... I'm obviously sleeping on my back tonight, and I won't have full feeling back in my hands until morning coffee break, at the earliest. It's been a very full day but I feel pretty good considering everything I've needed to deal with... like I said earlier, I'm building character handling all the adversity the boys put my way. All of us are working together to make me a better person. I really appreciate that Mikey's willing to give up so much of his free time to help me get where I need to be. I have a normal night's sleep, my arms coming back to life earlier then normal; it happened as I'm doing my morning cocksucking for my little brother... nice climax by Mikey this morning; real creamy, with a slight pleasant taste of something I can't place.
I'm driving us to work trying to find a comfortable way to sit. Mikey's in a good mood; he says he's looking forward to tonight when his bud, Ben, is joining us for another play time. I don't know how I feel about that. I drive Mikey to the front door so he doesn't need to walk with me through the parking lot, then drive off to find a parking spot. I've decided to walk the way it's most comfortable, and just forget about appearances. I've bunched up my scrotum and balls into a jockstrap so there's no pressure on the teeth ring coming from the scrotum ring. I'll be walking in an extremely bowlegged fashion, with my butt sticking way the fuck out there. I know, I know... total geek, but it eliminates most of the pricking by the chastity device. As I expected, the guys on the dock are unmerciful with insulting comment at first, but they lose interest after awhile. Now here's the thing: out in the general population as I wheel merchandise around BJs, my exaggerated posture, my bald head and lack of eyebrows has people feeling sorry for me now; like I'm handicapped, or something. Actually, with that steel ring of sharp teeth around my cock, I am handicapped! Today I'm finding that it's not unusual for a customer or employee who doesn't know me to willingly help me unload the dolly; this never happened before I became handicapped, and it's making the workload a hell of a lot easier. Just one more example of the subtle ways Brett and Mikey look out for me. The dolly load is quickly distributed and I push the dolly back exaggerating my bowleggedness and halfway there a guy from accounting sees me and pushes the cart for me. I walk in my bizarre manner mumbling, "Tank yous." as if I have a speech impediment too... just making the most of a difficult situation. My training's becoming more useful every day!
Brett's eyebrows go up when I'm back for another load so quickly. Then, running my laps at lunchtime, I further exaggerate my posture and instead of hearing insults, well there are still some insults, but combined with the insults are murmured words of pity now. The 'special needs' status is enhanced because Brett unwittingly assigning me to carry a pinwheel in each hand as I run up and down the aisles of cars. Only those customers who have become familiar with me know I'm not a handicapped individual, and some of them try to trip me, or they curse at me. I think it's because they're offended I'm a member of their species... I've had this thought before too. I mean, why else would they get so pissed off? Finished my run, washing up in the lavatory I hear a general discussion between Mikey, Brett and Junior... they're talking about me, and Brett's mostly saying things that sound positive, but could have a double meaning. I don't want to think they're mocking me because all three of them have come to mean so much to me. Anyway, Mikey mentions my constipation, and Junior tells Brett, "Get him cleaned out. We're having guests this afternoon too. It would have been nice to have known about our guests before today, but you know the committee never announces their visits until the last minute. Let's see, they'll be three other transformation groups amounting to twenty-some people, plus my dad and grandfather... so I want to be impressive, and move up the ladder of authority. We'll have our trainee dawgs show what they can do." Brett's like, "Oh man, I'm nervous for you." Junior puts his arm across Brett's shoulders, saying, "You and me started doing this at an awful young age... daddy and grandad showed us how a great deal of discipline can change a person's life; especially young boys. I think we've done good with these two, and you've been bringing little Mikey along too." Brett's like, "Roger that, Junior, but this whole show is yours, I'm just your lowly loyal assistant." Junior smirks at that line, a line Brett stole from Mikey. Then Junior adds, "I'll be bringing my fat boy-toy-dawg over here around five o'clock. Everyone will be interested in how they'll interact in their doggie identities. Who's gonna be the alpha dog, and so forth. It'll be fun, but it won't do to have Bart mount Brian and come away with a dick that looks like a Hersey bar." Brett asks, "Does Molly do enemas at the dog grooming place?" Junior goes, "Yeah, I think I used her for that Asian kid last summer... she did it, or had someone do it. She'll fit him in; it don't take long and only cost like fifteen bucks, and she likes this kinky stuff. Brett nods at Junior, then turns to my brother, and goes, "Mikey, run down there and talk to Molly in person, if need be we'll let Brian off work early."
Humph! I guess I should be offended getting am enema at the dog groomers, but I'm not. It's a familiar place to me now and I feel comfortable there as long as there's no visitors. This is an unannounced visit so Molly won't have time to tell her niece about it, and anyway... I desperately need the relief of an enema. I can take a nice long piss too, which is such a luxury! But what's this talk about 'guests' during the playtime, my training period? Oh well, at least I'll finally get to meet Junior's fat dawg. Fat chance I'll have of being alpha dog though, not with this ring of steel points around my cock. It might sound crazy, but I'm excited to meet another boy-toy and see how I stack up; bet I kick ass, particularly if he's as overweight as the boys infer. This will be interesting, and then I'll have another go-round with that prick, Ben, to look forward to.
to be continued.....
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