BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION
Chapter 8
by Donny Mumford
The mind is an unbelievable computer, one that's still not understood very well by the brightest brains in science and medicine. It's serving me well, my mind, I mean... even though I'm a totally straight twenty-two year old, and have been straight all my life (except for that summer when I was twelve and was manipulated by Frank Barns into thinking I wanted to suck his cock and have him fuck me all the time), my mind is still somehow able to bend, allowing me to enjoy homosexual sex as a straight guy. It actually would be funny if it weren't so crazy. The thing is, my mind accepted that situation with Frank Burns back then, and now, as I'm getting ready to enter my senior year at Brown University, my mind has adapted again by accepting this bizarre situation of me being totally controlled by teenage boys, one of whom is my little brother. I made a big mistake getting myself into a bad situation, one so unmanageable I don't really have a choice, I need to obey these boys or expose myself and family to humiliation beyond belief, and so it's a wonderfully helpful thing that my mind has accepted the brainwashing Brett and Junior laid on me; they've brainwashing me into believing I like being dominated in every way, including all kinds of homosexual acts and even though my mind knows differently, it's allowing me to enjoy myself through most of my treatment. Believe me, I've search my mind trying to uncover someway I'm fooling myself, but no, I actually love most of what these boys are doing to me, and that's obviously a result of my brainwashing. It's so much better than fighting off the revulsion that would surely occur under normal circumstances. It's also a big reasons I have such favorable feelings toward the boys, especially fifteen year old Brett. He's the hardest on me although my brother, Mikey, is getting to be at least as hard. I'm so attracted to them both it's like unbelievable, and that's my mind again working overtime seeing that I look at things in a positive way. What the fuck, it's only temporary so I'm making the best of it.
It's been two weeks since Mikey, who I think of as Mikey, but must address as Michael, joined the Knight brothers team. He's under Brett's complete control and seems to like it as much as I do, but what he really likes is dominating me and I've come to like that too. He's so awesome I can't believe I never realized that fact before. For the last two weeks he's had me sleeping naked on the floor next to his bed with my hands tied either behind me or in front, and my feet stretched wide, duct taped to a broomstick. Believe me, it was hard getting used to sleeping like that, but now, after being spanked for complaining every night that first week, I can handle it. Mikey says he isn't required to explain his training techniques, which are actually Brett's anyhow, but he did indicate forcing me to sleep like this is teaching me tolerance and patience. The initial problem with having my feet stretched apart like that came when I tried to turn over, it simply wasn't happening, and after awhile I felt trapped and that brought on my claustrophobia, which really is frightening. I didn't dare complain to my little brother though, he's developed a quick temper for a fifteen year old, and my complaints get on his nerves... a smack in my face is the least I can expect for annoying him with something so trivial as claustrophobia. By the end of the first week, I was exhausted from lack of sleep, but had begun to handle the sleeping arrangements more easily, so what can I say... Mikey was right again. A bigger problem, that remans one I'm still working on, is controlling my bladder. I'm not allowed to use the bathroom without permission from Mikey. That hasn't been too much of a problem as far as taking a number two is concerned because I've been on a seven hundred per day calorie diet that doesn't generate much waste matter. I'm always hungry but Brett and Mikey allow me to only drink water to fill my stomach and then I need to pee and they won't always allow me to do that. I've peed myself three times, just covered myself with urine lying there on my back unable to roll over or touch my penis. Mikey made me go to work with the dried pee adding a urinal smell to my natural body odor which caused problems at work, not only with Junior and Brett, but my coworkers as well. I'm not really getting along with any of them now; I used to, but not now. They consider me a loser and a nerd. It's not all bad though, each night Mikey gives my pussy a good hard fucking, and each morning, first thig, I suck his cock and rim him till he has his early day orgasm. The aforementioned brainwashing allows my altered mind to think I love doing these things, and cum often gushes from my hard cock as Mikey's cumming into my mouth. I look forward to each bedtime and morning 'cause it's a hot, hot, hot time! Usually at night, Mikey spanks my ass with a paddle as he fucks me so I have that awesome pain/pleasure combination that drives me wild with sexual desire, and creates some nice orgasms as well.
Sometimes he'll leave his four inch boner up my ass and rhythmically smack one butt cheek for a minute or two, "Smack!"....... "Smack!"....... "Smack!"..... "Smack!" until I'm writhing in pain, and then he'll hump my pussy hard making me forget the spanking... he usual does something good that makes me forget the bad stuff. After some of these fucking and spanking nights I find myself kissing Mikey's feet, begging for another go-round. He calls me "faggot" and "pathetic" and 'sissy" and then later, when I'm not under his spell, I have to agree with him and I hate on myself wondering about the mysteries of the brainwashing.
It's mostly been all good lately though, no major complaints. I've got another month before returning to college, at which time I'm gonna kind of miss my training when I do go back.
We don't see much of mom, she's working crazy hours but she was home for dinner last night and told us how proud she is of the way we're getting along. She said she always knew Mikey had the brains and the mockie between the two of us boys, the one with the better leadership qualities too, and she admires the way he's taken me in hand. Well hell, it'd be impossible she wouldn't notice my obsequious behavior around Mikey. He's always ordering me to get him this or that and I hop right to it. Mom says she's proud of me for recognizing and accepting that Mikey's more or the ball than me. Words like that would have hurt a month ago, but now I've been trained to see that Mikey is better than me and I respect the hell out of him. I'm proud that he's my assistant trainer and I love the taste of his dick and the feel of it up my ass. I'm starting to think I like it even better than Brett's huge cock, but maybe it's just a 'brother' thing. I mean, who in their right mind wouldn't like getting butt fucked by their brother? Come on! Mom's confused about our haircuts too. Well, Mikey's short buzzcut is beginning to grow back in, so that's not a problem. Brett allows his assistant to have hair as long as his, which isn't very long, but better than nothing. My hair, or lack there of, is what concerns mom. It was clipped doggy style close to my scalp two weeks ago as part of my spa treatment at Happy Tails Grooming... mom's mentioned it a couple of times since my grooming. I wave my hand like it's nothing and mumble something about it being a current style some guys are wearing now days. Wait till she sees me after today; Mikey's informed me my body shave tomorrow will include my head too, so I'm resigned to that, and to prepare mom I told her it's something I've always wanted to do, shave my head. She says she doesn't understand my generation, but she has too many things on her mind to worry about how I wear my hair, or lack there of. Man, initially I was scheduled to get groomed every week, but Junior changed it to every two weeks when he heard about it. Junior's always been more considerate than Brett, not that I'm dumping on Brett; that boy fascinates me and I got a big crush on him, but Junior is the nicer of the two. Mom also bought the story that I'd hurt my back at work and need to sleep on a hard flat surface because of it, so she doesn't bother to even question me sleeping on the floor now; of course she hasn't seen me naked with my legs spread wide on the broom stick either. Almost a disaster the other day though: Mikey left the bedroom door unlocked and mom came in when I was still tied up, but thankfully she just dropped some recently washed and dried clothes on Mikey's bed and didn't even notice me on the floor on the other side of the bed. We have a cover story ready in case she does see me sometime: I'm to say we're playing Truth or Dare, and I lost. That's a lame explanation obviously, and it'll be uber embarrassing being naked and all, but I do what my little brother tells me to do and that's his idea. Along those lines, at Mikey's orders I've lost six pounds in two weeks, which is a lot considering I'm slim to start with. At over six feet tall I weight only a hundred and fifty pounds now. Brett wants me down around a hundred and twenty pounds, so I've got a ways to go. In addition to the diet I burn calories by running laps in the parking lot at work during lunch. Brett makes me run twenty-five laps, up and down the rows of cars, wearing a woman's straw hat while loudly calling out cadence... left, right, left! He says the hat protect me from the hot summer sun and the cadence keeps me focused, but come on... a woman's hat? Anyway, word spread and some guys come out to mock me each lunch break calling out their own cadence to fuck me up. I've also noticed Brett and Mikey pointing and laughing at me, Junior too. Twice, I've recognized kids I went to high school with loading newly purchased items in their cars. When they see me jogging down their row of cars they stare in disbelief as recognition comes over them. That's a huge humiliation, but fuck it, I don't see those kids anymore, anyway.
Today's Wednesday and that means Mikey will be in charge of me part of the day, and it's also my second doggy grooming day which I'm strangely looking forward to. Molly, the extra large woman groomer, is going to give me a full body shave, among other things, and she claims I'm going to love it. I do like being fussed over and there's lots of that going on at the doggy spa. Sure, it's embarrassing, but I'm being trained to ignore that and to just obey my master, Brett, or his assistant, Mikey. Junior's Brett's older brother and he's off training a student-teacher from high school who he may bring over for doggy play with me either today or Friday... me and Junior's new trainee can compare notes and so forth; one always enjoys being with his own kind. Also, afterwork today, Mikey's bringing his kinky friend, Ben, over to participate in my training at home. This I am concerned about because too many people are seeing me getting trained, and I wanted it to remain a secret between just Mikey, Brett, and Junior. Now kids I knew from high school are observing me in various unlikely situations, Molly's niece and her friends watched me get groomed like a big dog, Junior's bringing his trainee over to cross train with me, and Mikey's bringing his friend, Ben, into it now too. Jesus! Not that I have any say about it, but it's gonna get to be common knowledge in this hick town that I'm a weirdo, if I don't watch out, that is. Oh well, like I said, only a month to go and then I'm off to college.
After untying my hands, leaving my feet stretched out on the broomstick, Mikey orders me to crawl over to where he's now sitting, which is on the toilet taking a crap, and suck him off. "We're a little late this morning so we'll do some multi-tasking," Mikey says, as a long fart escapes his asshole and echoes in the toilet bowl. I drag my spread feet to the bathroom door, then need to raise one foot and go in sideways because my feet are spead wider than the door opening. Inside I slide over and take Mikey's small cock in my fingers and lift it to my lips while smelling the after shock of his last fart. I suck on his pricklet as he strains a stool, which smells a lot like his fart. As he's straining a second one he opens his bladder and pees in my mouth, "Stay!" is his command, and I obey, drinking his piss. I swear my cock just rose up into a boner; apparently my dick thinks it's sexy for me to drink my brother's pee. He peed for about fifteen seconds, then tightened his bladder muscles and squeezed out two more nice squirts of warm, tasteless urine. "You liked that, didn't ya?" goes Mikey. "Maybe we'll make it part of our routine," and he crooks a finger under my nose, lifting my head, "I asked you a question," and a hard slap across my face follows. I lift his limp cock from my mouth, and say, "I'm really sorry, Michael. Yes, I did like drinking your urine." Another flying hand again slaps me across my face, "You're disgusting! But, it's kinda cool having my big college-student brother slurping down my piss." I nod my head, remembering to be excited, like a dog gets when you shake car keys or get his leash. Mikey goes, "Hurry now, suck me off, fag." I like doing it, but the smell of his feces ruins it for me a little. After he wipes his ass and stands up I go up on my knees, away from the toilet, and really go to town sucking his cock. Damn, it's good, and so is his spermy spunk. He shoots his load down my throat and then turns around so I can rim him for five minutes. That was a tad gross, but really, I'm into all things Mikey; my little brother rocks, and his shit don't stink... well okay, yeah, it does stinks, but not so bad it grosses me out, ya know?
When Mikey says, "Enough, good job, homo!" I raise my hand, and he asks, "What?"
"May I please use the bathroom now, Michael?" He waves a hand at me, saying, "Yeah, but hurry. we gotta leave in ten minutes." What a relief to pee, especial after drinking a pint of Mikey's piss. I brush my teeth and clean up as best I can with my feet spread like this. Then Mikey calls in, "Untie your feet and attach your scrotum stretcher... let's get moving!" I undo the duct tape quickly, then get the weighted ball stretcher out from the sink cabinet, hold my breath and snap it low around my nuts. The half pound weight swings side to side and I see stars, then I force it lower down and see more stars.
One last push downward and my balls are shiny now because the skin of my scrotum is so tight around them. The pain slowly fades and I hustle into the bedroom for a quick inspection. Standing at attention, the weight hanging in place pulling on my nuts which are now hanging eight inches below the head of my limp three and a half inch penis. The long scrotum makes my penis look ridiculously small by comparison. When my scrotum was in proportion to the size of my penis, while still real small, it wasn't as noticeable. Also my dick looks smaller than it actually is because I'm tall. Hell, Brett's a shrimp, he's real short, but he's got a fat, long penis which looks even bigger on him because of his size. It works both ways; it would have been nice if our dicks were switched from one body to the other, nice for me, I mean. Brett likes his big cock though, and I like it up my pussy and down my throat too, so that works in my favor, at least. For the record: my cock is three and a half inches limp... four inches when it's boned up tight,. My little brother's cock is four inches limp and a little longer as a boner, so he's got me there a little bit.
When Mikey's finished dressing he walks over to me, and I immediately stiffen my 'at attention' position. First thing he does is inspect that I've got my balls low enough. He lifts them, gives a painful squeeze then gets the weight to swinging back and forth, saying, "Not bad." The back of his fingers rub up my shaved pubic patch, which is now scratchy, as he's shaking his head, he mumbles, "This grows in too quickly. I'm instructing Molly to shave you close, then rub in Nair hair depilatory to get below the skin line. Maybe we'll do the same for your head." He flicks his finger under my nose, like Brett does, and says, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" then a smack across my face, as I mutter, "Yes, sir, Sorry!" He rubs my sandpaper-feeling hair, saying, "I want to see your head shiny bald." I gulp, but am resigned to enduring whatever my little brother lays out for me. He says, "On the phone last night I told my buddy Ben about me seeing to it that you get a real bald treatment at the dog groomers and he said he almost shot off in his pants. He can't wait to join in with your training tonight." Looking Mikey in the eyes, I say, "Yes, sir," and he goes, "Get dressed," and I quickly pull on the girl's pink silk panties Mikey makes me wear, then my shorts and a t-shirt. Slipping into socks and sneakers, I'm ready to go in no more then twenty seconds. In the car Mikey's groping himself, then says, "Your cock sucking was real good this morning, Brian, so I'm going to show you off a bit by having you suck off Ben tonight. He's endowed more like Brett than you and me with our little peckers, so I imagine you'll enjoy that." He's always going on about his small penis, and that really upsets me, ya know?" I go, "You have a wonderful penis, Michael!" He goes, "It's most certainly not wonderful; you like sucking it, that's all. You're such a queer!" Then he lights a cigarette and blows the smoke in my direction. I wave at it as I drive, thinking how badly I'd like a cigarette right now, but Mikey's prohibited me from smoking. Oh well, maybe that's just one more benefit I'm deriving from this training... but, I'd still love just one puff.
At work we do the exercises, then Brett works my ass off all day on the loading docks, my weighted balls ache by ten in the morning. Mikey just increased the weight to half a pound from a third of a pound, and the first few days with a heavier weight are the worst. Brett's ordered Mikey to continue dragging my nuts down lower, stretching the spermatic cord to it's limit. They claim ejaculation from that far away enhances climax by two fold, so I'll have that going for me; just one more benefit from my training. Of course I'll need to wear jockey underwear to bunch up my scrotum and balls in when I want to go swimming, or when I wear shorts; otherwise my nuts will swing below the clothing. Today, running my laps in the parking lot at lunch Mikey's pissed at me for some reason and makes me carry a small camping port-a-potty the whole time I'm running. The growing crowds that come out to watch were yelling, "What's the matter, got the runs today?" and other rude, smart-ass remarks that got me blushing, but I persevered. Why a camping port-a-potty though, I gotta wonder about that? Not that I'm about to ask, mind you.
After work, when the other guys leave for home, I quickly undress and put on the straps that fasten my calves up to the back of my thighs necessitating I walk on my knees. Then, with the weight swinging from my nuts I walk, balancing myself easily now, out into the gym and over to get my spanking. I've been tying up my own legs for a week now, and Mikey's the one who trained me to walk on my knees. Brett gives me a swat across the back of my head, then ties up my arms so I'm kinda like a dog now, walking on my knees and elbows... then Brett sits at his desk playing with himself as Mikey spanks my bare ass with a pin pong paddle while I call out, "One, thank you, sir. May I have another? Two, thank you etc..." He usually checks with Brett after twenty and sometimes Brett will give a thumbs up meaning 'that's good' or thumbs down meaning 'ten more'. Today it's thumbs up, but I'm still quietly crying before it's over; Mikey spanks hard. Through the tears I say my lines, "Thank you, sir, I deserved that!" With my ass on fire, Mikey then screws in my doggy tail dildo, and I'm ready for my laps. Thumping around the perimeter of the gym with a shock collar around my neck, a collar which will be activated probably once or twice before my run is completed. I run with my head up, like I'm trained to do, but it's difficult keeping up with Mikey who's running normally in sneakers. When he activates the collar today, the zapping electrical shock paralyzes me temporarily and I tumble on the hardwood floor sliding and scrapping skin burns on my knees and elbows. Brett and Mikey go into gales of laughter every time this happens. I'm sweaty and sore by the time Brett orders me to go to paws up position, which is to say: me lying on my back with my four paws in the air. As Brett kneels down to absently stretch out my scrotum, apparently marveling at the length it's already been stretched to, he talks to Mikey, "This is coming along great, what weight you using now?" Mikey kneels down next to Brett, and tells him, "Half pound. That fucker really drags on his nuts." Brett giggles as Mikey reaches over and squeezes one of my balls causing me to lift my butt off the floor and groan in plain, then beg, "Please, sir!"; he lets go and the two fifteen year old boys stand-up, with Brett chuckling, then saying, "Your brother's one of my all time favorite trainees, Junior... he's such a wimp, I love the way he quickly adapts, but he's a whiner and a total fag too so nothing's perfect," and then with an arm around Mikey's shoulders, he adds, "That's not to say you're not a good assistant, you're doing a good job with him at home which is a big reason he's able to adapt so quickly. Does he whine at home too?" Mikey mumbles, "Yeah, he does and it's a pain in the ass, but what can ya do? And, thanks for the compliment about me doing good home training, Brett." Brett goes, "No problem. Now, let me tell about another thing; stretching his nuts like we're doing," and he goes into his lecturing mode with Mikey, not with me, but I'm fixated on him too, after all, he is my master, even though he treats me like a piece of furniture most of the time. He pontificates, " the stretching process can create some of the hottest climaxes ever; certainly better than he's experiencing now." Even though Mikey and me already know this, Mikey's a brown-noser of some renown, so he goes, "No, how so, Brett?" and Brett lectures on, "Well, we're stretching the spermatic cord too, of course. That's the cord used to transmit the sperm from the testicles to the erect penis; cum flies up from the testicles and the longer the journey the greater the sensation, ya know? Ya stimulate his sexual drive, in his case it's a homosexual drive, and his testicles begin producing and storing sperm; when his balls are full they fire the cum up and out... blast off!!" It's a reminder that, Okay, I got that going for me too... hotter climaxes." Bret's instructing Mikey about hormones, and testosterone, and whatever so I stopped listening and just stare at these two fifteen year old boys; how slim and cute they are, and it's hard to believe now, but I used to think Mikey was such a wuss. Now I'm the wuss and he's become my hero; well, Brett's my master, so he's my hero too, but that Mikey... man, he's something. Brett's done his lecture of the male reproductive system, he says, " I can fill you in on more later, Mikey, but for now come on over to the desk, I got a couple of new toys and one awesome new stunt to lay on Brian." They walk away with me feeling kind of proud of all three of us; we're working out to be a good team, and my admiration for both boys just grows every day. So what if they're wicked hard on me, even cruel... hell, Brett just said I was his favorite of all time. Of course, why that should be a big deal to me isn't clear, actually I should hate those two. Dang! It's that fucking brainwashing again; I keep forgetting about it.
The boys walk back over to me and when they're near I spread my knees further apart and thus totally expose my private parts, trying to avoid a smack. Brett ignores me, knowing I've been trained correctly in my submissiveness so that he expects me to totally expose myself to him. He's talking to Mikey, "It's what we call a pacifier-gag; you know, it looks like a big baby pacifier except it's also got this elastic band attached to it for holding it in place." They're both in front of me now, Brett says, "Up on your knees," and I hustle up to balance on my knees like Mikey trained me to do two weeks ago. Brett goes, "Good, steady..." as he loops the elastic band over my head to secure it around the back, "Open!" I open my mouth and he inserts the big nipple of the pacifier-gag; it's not so bad, except it taste gross. Then he's adjusting the tightness at the back of my head and now the gag's flattening my tongue against the bottom of my mouth. The wide rim surrounding the nipple covers my lips tightly, and it's uncomfortable now. Brett rubs my head, and ask Mikey, "Have you made up your mind about having Molly shave his head along with his other grooming?" My main concern right now is to adjust the gag, which isn't easy... and the fuckin' thing taste like somebody's bad breath. Mikey says, "Yeah, I'm going with the full body shave for him, including his head. A good close shave, and I'm having Molly add a depilatory, a male Nair product, around his groin and buttocks area after being shaved there. You know, to get the hair under the skin for a smoother look." Brett's like, "Great idea! How 'bout the Nair for his head too." Mikey rubs my head himself now, and says, "Yeah, I'm considering it. I'll ask Molly about the dangers of permanent hair removal with repeated use of a hair removal chemical." Brett's like, "So? What wrong with permanent baldness on your trainee?" Mikey goes, "Nothing, I guess." "Okay, let's get back to the pacifier-gag. Here's the clever part, Mikey," Brett's reaching over to squeeze the bulb in front of the gag; he does it quickly a number of times and each squeeze sends air into the nipple, expanding it. By the tenth squeeze my cheeks are bulging out. "He can maybe make some sounds in his throat now, but nothing close to a meaningful word. Cool, huh?" Mikey reaches over and squeezes the bulb a couple of times, further expanding my cheeks, and now the nipple's so enlarged it's pushing back in my throat, against my gag reflects, which causes sweat to break out on my forehead. Brett's orders, "Paws up!" and I once again get on my back with my arms up, bent at the elbows and my legs up, bent at the knees, and then spread my knees as wide apart as I can get them. All I'm concentrating about at the moment is staying calm 'cause gagging can lead to vomiting in my throat, and that's not what I'm looking for. Mikey says, "That pacifier looks kinda grungy, where'd it come from, if you don't mind me asking?" Brett, in an offhand way, goes, "Oh, Junior was using it with his fat boy-toy, the guy's a real slob. I found it in the trash and wanted to try it with your brother so I plucked it out of the trash bin, shook off some gloop that was on it, and here it is. I love the way it works, don't you?." Mikey gets the giggles again, asking, "Ya didn't clean it very good before sticking it in Brian's mouth, did ya?" Now Brett starts laughing, "Oh, you bet I did! I shook it twice! Ha ha! No, you're right, it went right from the fat boy's mouth to the trash, to Brian's mouth. Ha ha ha!" This makes the gagging much worse, and I just know I'm gonna hurl!
Kneeling down in front of me, the boys giggle and talk as Brett casually pulls my scrotum out again and, whistling at it, says, "Wow! I can't get over how nicely this is going." Mikey's reaching under me to give my dildo-tail a half twist, tightening it, and oh my god, it's way up inside me and he's got me opened up over two inches back there; I feels so full I can't begin to describe it, there's not too much pain involved by now though. The boys are permanently changing parts of my body, and I have no say about it. Mikey asks, "How low do you want his nuts eventually?" Brett points to a spot level with my knee, "Down this far when they're swinging free. When you've stretched it to that point we get his scrotum pierced and a permanent weight attached to keep the balls swinging at the correct height; they'll be like that the rest of his life unless he opts for castration, which I hear some eventually do choose." Then he goes into what Mikey told me earlier in the week. "In the summer he'll need to scoop his scrotum up and keep it encases in a jock, or even jockey underwear might work; in either case it'll create a nice crotch bulge for him too. He sure don't have much of a bulge now, as you can see, not with that little dick of his." I see Mikey flinch, probably because, as I mentioned earlier, we have almost the same size penises. Brett sees the flinch, and says, "Oh, no offense; and anyway, we measured both your penises and yours is bigger. Right?" Mikey shrugs, he don't want to talk about it; then a second later he's giggling again, and goes, "We ought to parade Brian around in shorts, without underwear, and see how many people notice his nuts swinging below his shorts." The giggling gets out of control, but I'm still concerned about this gag making me hurl so I pay little attention to their girlie giggling, which under normal circumstances drives me nuts. I'm trying to convey my fear of vomiting with my eyes, as sweats rolling off my face. Mikey finally glances at me, and asks, "What's wrong, bro? Too much gag?" I nod my head enthusiastically, and Mikey ask Brett, "Can I let some air out, Brian looks scared?" Brett goes, "Sure, you're in charge, get it to a bearable level, but where it's still doing the job. I want him wearing this every night too, and keep it on him during his grooming... dogs can't talk, ya know!" and more giggles as I'm praying Mikey gets around to letting some air out of this thing some time this century. Brett goes, "That little button under the pumping device... push on it and you'll hear the air release." Mikey pushes it and the relief is almost immediate, Brett's like, "Not too much!" Mikey stops while the nipple's still uncomfortably large; I can't move my tongue, and my cheeks still look like a chipmunk's, but the thing's not pressing against my gag reflex now, so I can take it. Brett says, "Leave it there, he'll get used to it," but Mikey gives one more push releasing a touch more air pressure. I knew my little brother was going to be looking out for me! He wipes the palm of his hand across my forehead relieving it of sweat, asking me, "Better?" I nod to the affirmative while feeling a deep love for him, a kind I've never felt before; what a great training assistant he is. I'm so lucky! Brett says, "Don't fall into the trap of babying your trainees, they'll take advantage of you if you're not careful. That's why we spank them at the beginning of each session; remind them what it's all about... which is to say, their total submission of body and mind to us!" Then, while the boys walk over to the desk to retrieve a tube-like device, I wonder, "Why am I feeling such love and devotion to Mikey? He's kicking my ass!" In the end, I guess it don't matter the reason, I feel closer to him now then I ever did before; I love him. My little brother's so fuckin' awesome! Then I daydream a little about Mikey fucking me before bed tonight... that's such a rush!
My attention goes back to Brett; he's explaining to Mikey something about the device he's carrying as they walk back to where I'm laying in the paws up position, "It's called a power pump. I'll show you how it works after we get a penis ring on Mr. Brown University's small pecker." I'm curious now: a penis ring? Putting down the clear plastic tube thingie, Brett takes a round plastic ring from his pocket, saying, "It's called a pearl beaded prolong ring, cost about ten bucks. You stretch the silicon ring and adjust it at the base of Brian's cock, and every time he moves the beads move too, it stimulates blood flow and prolongs an erection for an hour or so, especially in conjunction with this baby!" and he picks up the tube. "Get the ring around the base of his cock and I'll show you how this works." Mikey kneels down and I spread my knees apart a little wider to accommodate him; I'm getting good at avoiding discipline... ya gotta concentrate and anticipate what your trainers want.
That's another thing Mikey's taught me, by the wat; he's brilliant really. Picking up my limp dick, he stretches the ring and slides it over the head; it's a little tight, so he sternly orders me to, "Hold your dick up!" and I quickly take hold of the head as my little brother stretches the ring so he can move it down the shaft to the very base. Brett's bending over observing, he goes, "That's good there, Mikey," then he slaps my hand away, and my dick stands away from my body a little, feeling good even though the band is too tight. It's weird, but the way Mikey ordered me to hold my dick gave me a rush, and a buzzing in my balls. He told me what to do without the slightest doubt I'd do it immediately, and I did it too! His bossy attitude's the thing... it's become sexually stimulating to me. He and Brett both have drilled into me that, when they speak, I'm to react immediately, and I like to obey them both by now.
It's just another example of what good trainers they are and, as a result, I don't need as many spanking and paddling as I'd otherwise get, so it's a win-win situation.
What I don't like though is the way, unless they need me to do something like holding my dick up just now, they totally ignore me. It's like I'm an inanimate object, or a dog in the grooming spa. On the other hand, in a way it's relaxing to just follow orders, so there's some good to go with some bad. Brett's explaining to my brother, "The tube goes over his dick like this.
See? Then I press down so there's a really good seal between the bottom of the tube and his skin, like this." Jesus, that thing's gonna cut into me! Brett continues instructing Mikey, "See this pump handle?" Mikey's real interested, leaning over to look closely, and I'm like,"What the fuck?" Mikey touches the little handle Brett's referring too, mumbling "Yeah, this one," and Brett says, "Pump it a few times... it'll draw out air, eventually creating a vacuum in the tube," Mikey's pumping and right away my dick is lifting further away from my body and stiffening up. Brett says, "This brings on excellent erections, the penis swells which tightens the penis ring, which means the erectile blood stays put, and our boy-toy here walks around with a throbbing boner for a couple hours, at least." Mikey stops pumping, saying, "Cool!" but Brett reaches over to pump some more, muttering, "We can get him stiffer than that," and within seconds I'm making noises in my throat, lifting my butt up off the floor with involuntary struggles, just to be doing something, anything, to avoid more pumps on that fuckin' power pump. I've never in my life had a hard-on like this, not even close. The head of my cock is gonna explode! If I could, I'd have begged for mercy, but the gag prevents me from even grunting. The boys are back to giggling again, then full blown guffawing as my butt's humping off the floor and pounding back down on it in a stupid attempt at relief... "Boom, boom, boom, boom!" Brett's laughing slows up as he's grown tired of my ass bumping antics. He smacks my face hard, saying, "Stop that!" another slap brings me to my senses, but my dick is going to break off from my body just the same. My pleading eyes get to him, he says, "Alright, we'll lighten it up a bit," and he taps a bulb on the device a few times which does seem to relieve some of the stress. My cock is still trying to stretch away from my body though, but at least I can bare it now, which is the best I can hope for from most of the training I receive.
I'm lying in the paws up position again, wondering about the so-called "stunt"
Brett mentioned earlier, when Mikey says, "I'd like to try that thing on myself, maybe stretch my dick a little," Brett's laughing again, "You're a mind reader, Mikey, 'cause you'll have your turn. Sometimes you forget you're in training too; not as a boy-toy-doggie, but as an assistant... you're still a trainee of sorts though." Mikey screws up his lips, making a face, then annoyingly saying, "I know, I know," which Brett don't care for. Mikey wasn't showing the respect Brett demands. Brett forgets about me for a minute, and sternly says to Mikey, "Get on your knees in front of me right now, and pull my dick out. Let's have a reminder course on how you respond to me, your boss and trainer!" I gotta believe Mikey recognizes the tone in Brett's voice, he also must remembers the treatment Brett showed him the first time he met and a few subsequent times as well 'cause he gets right down on his knees, saying clearly, "Yes, sir!" "Take it out and suck it then," is Brett's almost bored response. Mikey pulls down Bretts shorts, then his boxers, and that huge penis flops out. It goes right into Mikey's mouth with Mikey keeping his eyes at the top of their sockets, prepared for any new commands. The dominance Brett's capable of is amazing to see, especially from a small bodied fifteen year old cute boy. Brett gives Mikey a half hearted slap across his face as Mikey slurps on Brett's big tool. "Mikey, I really like you, but you forget your place some times," and another harder slap that has Mikey grunting around Brett's slong, which is firming up nicely. It's kinda giving me a charge to see Mikey get it once in a while, and being honest with myself, if the tables were turned I'd love to be able to be a stern trainer like Brett. In fact, that's exactly what I had planned for Mikey except Brett wouldn't allow it and Mikey turned the tables on me. Brett had other plans, like my home-training that he wanted Mikey to supervise. "Okay, that good," Brett says as he pulls his semi-boned cock out of my little brothers mouth, and then smacks Mikey's cheek with it, "Stay!" Brett says, and Mikey remains on his knees as Brett moves his saliva drenched cock over Mikey's face and through his hair. Then Brett asks, "Who's the boss and who's the trainee." Mikey's at attention on his knees as he recites, "Brett, sir, you're my boss and trainer, I'm your humble assistant." This makes Brett laugh, "Humble assistant? Where'd ya come up with that one? I like it!" and he's now helping Mikey stand up with a hand under each armpit. Mikey's acting humble, with his head down, he quietly says, "I really am sorry I forgot my place." Then, looking up, he adds, "I could never compare to you, Brett... thanks for putting up with me." Brett waves him off, like "It's nothing!" and he turns his attention back to me. While this quick little drama was going on I'm remembering the shy Mikey, the little brother who used to be picked on all the time. That Mikey isn't too far removed from the one that now dominates my ass, and Brett can bring the scared and timid Mikey out in my brother any time he wants. Damn! I'd love to be training both of these boys, while at the same time I feel so attracted to them too ... hmmm, wonder if I'm even capable of being dominant to either of them? Nah, they're too awesome... I'm not in their league; it's best I'm submissive to them.
My boner, inside the power pump tube, throbs, but in a more pleasant way now, and the pacifier-gag is manageable so I'm simply lying here awaiting what my masters have for me next. I know I'm being doggy groomed a little later today and that seems right to me now because I feel like a loyal dog fixated on it's owner. We used to have a dog like that; you'd take it with you in the car and when you went into the store or whatever, the dog would go nuts trying to see where you went, scrambling from one side of the seat to the other getting the best view it can of you. Our dog never questioned anything: we say, "Here, boy!" and over he'd come, tail wagging, tongue hanging out, excited to be noticed. That's sorta how I feel; my eyes never leave the boys; if they separate I reluctantly stay on my master, but I love staring at Mikey too. Brett says, "Take off the power pump, his erection will stay with him the rest of the session. Then undo his arms and legs, we're gonna train him to ride a unicycle." Mikey, just recently chastised, doesn't even question that off-the-wall comment about a unicycle, just says, "Yes, sir," and goes about removing the tube and freeing my legs and arms, then massaging each one until the circulation returns. "Up on your feet, Brian!" I hustle up and get at attention as Mikey does a quick inspection. My brother's massage is so erotic to me now that I forgot all about that unpleasant, dirty, thing in my mouth. Free of the pump, my boner feels wicked tight, but good and sexy. Now, with Mikey standing two inches from me, imitating the way Brett gets in my 'space', I feel aroused by his presents. I can't wait for his touch and it comes as he fondles my swinging nuts, then, as expected, the hard squeeze which would have had me screaming in pain, but with the pacifier I can only blow air out my nose and flow tears down my cheeks; then one more squeeze and while I think I'm going to pass out, there's not a sound from my mouth about the pain. Mikey's excited, he lets go of my nuts, saying to Brett, "That gag really is awesome.
It's so much better when we don't need to listen to his screams and begs for mercy." Brett's in the closet, getting something; to Mikey's comment, he says, "No shit! That's why I dug it out of the trash. Silence is golden!" He's reappears with an honest-to-god unicycle and tries to ride it. The little seat's directly over it's one wheel of course, but it's too high, and Brett's short legs strain to reach the pedals. He gives up and, pushing the unicycle over to Mikey, says, "Brian's going to ride this through the crowds to his grooming appointment." I can see Mikey trying not to laugh because he's afraid Brett will take it the wrong way, but he does chuckle, then they both laugh, as Brett's saying, "That shouldn't be too embarrassing for him! Ha ha ha! Get ready for some chuckles, dude!" and they high five, then do a little hug. Brett's Mikey's idol, it's obvious, but kinda weird being that they're the same age and all... usually your idol's older then you, right? Ah, fuck it... I'm getting a thing for Mikey and he's younger than me! So I guess there are no rules where hero worship is concerned!
Sure, riding that thing through the crowded corridors will attract a lot of embarrassing attention, but probably not as much as marching through the crowd shouting-out cadence, like I did the first time... that's what I'm hoping anyway. I'll pretend it's humiliating so they don't come up with something worse, and it is humiliating to a degree anyway, but not as bad as the first march to Happy Tails Grooming. "Mikey, unscrew his tail, this'll be challenging enough without the dildo up his butt." As Mikey's doing that Brett leaves the gym, saying, "I gotta get a couple of more things, be right back." Whoa! Mikey's just finished taking my tail out and it's wide open back there; cool air rushes up and gives me chills down my back and a shivers across my shoulders. The dildo goes way up inside me opening me up over two inches at my anus, but I'm used to it and look forward to Mikey screwing the thing up my ass on the days he's acting as Brett's assistant here at BJ's wholesale club. Then I hear, "Jumping jacks!" it's my baby brother's next command and I begin a fifteen minute exercise period to get out the kinks from being tied up for the first hour. When I'm just about done, Brett returns and although I try to see what he's carrying, I can't tell what it is because I'm into squat-thrusts and sweat's dripping off my body, including into my eyes, which burn, blurring my vision. "Pick up the speed, Brian!" and that's followed by a hard paddle on my bare ass that gets me doubling my efforts, another really hard, "SMACK!" then another, "SMACK...SMACK!!" and I'm really putting out the effort now; my naked body's loose and fluid, my muscles absorbing blood and feeling tired but good, just like my cock with the half pound weight constantly swinging from my balls; I can almost feel my scrotum stretching. There's pain but a luscious sexy feeling too, it's partly from knowing I'm being submissive to fifteen year old boys, one being my little brother, and also partly my training and mostly my hypnotized subconscious mind... whatever, it's basically good. Plus, every movement causes the pearls inside the penis ring to move and stimulate my boner... it's feeling so good precum's dripping, but at the same time it's too tight a boner not to be painful; the ring's cutting into the skin, but not breaking the skin. Considering everything though, I realize Mikey's smart to put me through this vigorous series of exercises, he's looking out for me again... sure, he's encouraging me to do my best by paddling my ass hard but it's only so I'll be ready for my next challenge, which I now know is riding a unicycle. These training sessions are often painful but rarely boring, and mostly helpful. One more "SMACK!" and I try to scream out but the pacifier-gag prevents that and instead mucus flies from my nose; that represents my only objection to the paddling. Before Mikey swats me again I get up to stand at attention glancing at Mikey, who's exchanging giggles again with Brett. It couldn't be that Mikey's giggling because of my reaction to his spanking, could it? My face gets hot and red thinking that thought... then I reject it because I'm convinced my baby brother's looking out for me.
Brett says to Mikey, "He can't cycle through BJ's naked so I got this outfit for him to wear." He hands my brother a pair of black, stretchy, pantyhose and tells him, "Have him pull these on, let's see how he looks in them." Oh balls! Maybe this is going to be more embarrassing after all. Mikey, knowing I can hear Brett as well as he can, nods at me and I hurry to comply, pulling the small pantyhose on, one leg at at time, then pull the waist up as high as it will go. It doesn't even cover the top of my pubic patch, which has grown-out like a rough five o'clock shadow. Mikey burst out laughing, pointing at my crotch. I look down and see my four inch boner encased in the thin stretchy material, couldn't be more obvious what it is; a small boner. Eight inches lower, my nuts are outlined with stretchy material, and there's no mistaking what they are either, although someone might wonder what they're doing so far away from my boner. Oh no, this is a total fucking disaster! The boys think otherwise, naturally; Brett's squeezing the back of Mikey's neck, staring at me with a big grin on his face, saying, "I just guessed at what the correct size pantyhose might be, and I nailed it!" both boys do their friggin' giggle routine together because obviously the pantyhose are much too small. Was I that giggly at age fifteen? I don't fucking this so! Brett tosses a pair of pink ballet slippers over, and says, "You need to get into your footwear now. I put a ballet slipper onto each foot as I'm slipping into that numb, robotic state of mind; just going along with the boys' wishes, what other choice do I have? "A couple more things," Brett tells Mikey, "These fancy wrist cuffs, and an advertisement for Happy Tails Grooming that he'll drape over his head so the message is presented in the front and back." Mikey's like, "What's that?" and Brett says, "It's a sandwich board, dummy... Molly said she'd give me twenty bucks for the advertising exposure, but the best part is getting Brian from here to the grooming shop; thay'll be worth a lot more than twenty dollars in laughs!" I'm stunned; just when I think it's as bad as it can get, it gets worse. The wrist cuffs are elastic with some kind of pleated satiny material fluffing out from the wristbands; they look like something a little girl would wear on her wrist during a dance recital... they probably go with the ballet slippers, both being the same shade of bright pink. I slip one onto each of my wrists, then bend at the waist so my brother can guide the opening between the two heavy cardboard signs of the sandwich board, over my head. Straps affixed to the signs rest on my shoulder, a sign lay on my chest and another against my back. "Okay, good... that should earn me the twenty bucks; we'll have our laughs soon enough." Brett's in high spirits, "Assistant trainer, teach this dawg to ride a unicycle!" Before Mikey can give me an order, Brett goes, "Oh, wait! I forgot his beanie... here it is," and he pulls a purple beanie out of a bag, the little hat has a bright orange pinwheel on top that he flicks with his finger and then watches it twirl around. Holding it out to Mikey, he asks, "How do ya like the beanie?" Mikey asks, "For me?" and Brett says, "Yep, that's an assistant trainer beanie, don't ya like it?" Mikey realizes it's another reminder of who's in charge here and he reverts to the submissive Mikey, mumbling, "Yes sir, I love it." "Well put it on then, and get to the unicycle training!"
Mikey's eyes are shiny with determination now and I know who he'll take his humiliation out on as he trains me to ride this one-wheeled retarded bike. When he walks towards me the pinwheel whirls around making a low humming sound. His eyes go up as if he's trying to see the pinwheel, then it's, "Brian, get me the pin pong paddle, then bring it and the unicycle over to me. Now!" I get moving immediately, amused at how effective Brett is at keeping Mikey focused, but also I'm again a little turned-on by my brother's bossiness, although worried about the pin pong paddle. I'm going to get spanked, that's a given, but maybe I can keep it at a tolerable level. This fucking gag isn't gonna help anything either. Retrieving the paddle from the desk, I wheel the unicycle over to my little brother, and hand him the paddle. He goes, "Assume the position!" so I lay the cycle down, get on my knees with my forehead on my forearms, and wait. "Get it up, goddammit!" Mikey yells, and I push my ass up, then "WHACK! WHACK!" leaving my flesh quivering, and stinging like a hundred bumblebee stings. I'd like to scream but can only blow loudly through my nose. "You'll get four of those every time you fall off the unicycle. Now, get up and ride it!" He's so authoritative! If my dick wasn't already as hard as a steel pipe I'd be getting a hard-on just from hearing little Mikey boss his big brother around. Glancing at Brett I see a smug expression on his face; he's managed to put Mikey on the defensive by associating him with me in the humiliation department. Of course, wearing a pinwheel beanie isn't in the same league as my outfit, but it separates him from Brett, which he don't like, but it increases Mikey determination to do everything he can to at least keep himself separated from me.
Right off the bat it became apparent none of us knows how to mount this thing, so I'm on my own. My third try, taking three steps forward with the seat between my legs, I finally get up and actual pedal twice before falling forward, sprawling on the floor banging my shin and seeing stars... Fuck! Mikey says, "That's your free fall... fall again and you get paddled!" Oh god! My long scrotum, and the attached swinging weight, complicate the process and the second time I try to mount the cycle my balls end up bumping off the tire and I sprawl out on the floor again, my sore nuts underneath my ass; Mikey says, "Assume the position!" Oh fuck! I quickly get on my knees with my forehead resting on my wrists, my ass up in the air, and, "WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!" Mikey's swinging that pin pong paddle from way back behind his head, landing it flush leaving the flesh quivering and the pain shooting down my legs and all around my mind. The only sound I hear is the paddle slapping loudly against my flesh, and Mikey's pinwheel whirring around as he moves. I can't even grunt with pain because of this gag, I merely snort through my nose and take my punishment.
"Get back up, and do better!" My little brother is a hard task master! Back up on the seat I'm concentrating like mad, my arms straight out from my sides rotating to help with my balance as my feet find the pedals and I push forward a bit, then back, finding my center of gravity. Okay! I'm remembering how Mikey taught me to stand straight up on my knees when my ankles are tied up against the back of my thighs. I can walk like that now, it's all about using my arms for balance, concentrating on what I'm trying to accomplish, and visualizing my center. My little brother's a great motivator and teacher! I get over-confident with my next try though, and down I go with my arms flailing and my knees cracking against the hardwood floor, the weight hanging from my scrotum bounces off the floor and smacks my hard nuts causing more pain. Oh man, that really hurts, but I hurry to get in position for my discipline, and, as the pinwheel whirs, "WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!" tears running down my face now, and a gurgling noise in my throat as mucus sprays from my nostrils. "Get your ass back up there!" and one more sweeping swing of the paddle catching me fully on the back of my right thigh, and I see black dots of pain streaming in my eyeballs. I'm staggering to get back on the cycle, the weight swinging from my nuts and the sandwich board straps digging into the side of my neck. Three more falls, and three blistering spanking on my ass later, and I'm actually able to ride that unicycle. It's a matter of need... I need to be able to ride that thing or get spanked into the hospital. Mikey's a relentless, but effective and successful trainer, and to demonstrate what I mean by that: The last time I fell he didn't spank me. I was in position to receive my spanking, but he came over and put the pain reduction cream on my ass instead of spanking me. He offered words of encouragement and even squeezed my shoulder, saying, "You can do it, and I think it's going to be this time." I felt so much love for him then that I rededicated myself, and the rest came easy. I'm a unicyclist now. Brett didn't make a big deal out of my success though, he goes, "I'm disappointed it took this long, Mikey. You're not going soft on me, are ya?" Mikey says, "Not hardly," and to prove it he swings that paddle around and catches me totally by surprise as I stand there holding the unicycle upright.
The paddle caught the back of the same thigh he got earlier and I jump two feet off the ground with a long string of mucus flying from my nose; one end remains attached to my nostrils and the string flops back across the cardboard sign on my chest. This struck the boys as hilariously funny; pain has me hopping from one foot to the other. Sometimes Mikey does dumb things to impress his idol, and I usually pay the price for his poor judgment, like that last unnecessary whack across my leg. The boys enjoy themselves with unexpected things like that though.
Getting over the giggles, Brett flicks the pinwheel on Mikey's head, and tells him, "Get the dawg's regular dog collar and that real long leash from the supply closet. You'll be walking him down to Molly's like he's a monkey on a unicycle.
Did ya ever see that done?" Mikey's like, "No, I don't believe I have, but it sounds funny as hell." Brett's saying, "Ya wanna guess at the over under for number of times he falls getting to the groomers...." They're walking together towards the supply closet with Brett reaching over to flick the pinwheel every couple of steps. Mikey leans his head slightly toward Brett so it easier for Brett to reach. Brett has Mikey as much under his control as I am. Everything hurts on me, but mostly my ass, and that's after the pain relief creme; Mikey did a real number on my ass this time. When they saunter back, Mikey buckles my dog collar around my neck and attaches a fifteen foot long leash. Brett's like, "Saddle up there, dawg, ya don't want to be late for your grooming!" and I get up on the unicycle, rotating my arms very fast making the wrist cuffs looking like small, pink, fluffy, hula hoops; my boner's tightly surrounded by the stretch material, poking out the full four inches now and my balls look like two 'shooter' marbles, one inch in diameter and they're as hard as marble too... I'm already feeling absurd, and then Mikey's pulling on my leash, so off we go.
to be continued....
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com