Cousins Take Charge
Category – gay authoritarian – teen (legal age), role reversal, bondage, discipline, `forced' exercise,
Chapter Six
During lunch, he was suddenly aware of a slight pit in his stomach, and wondered why. Of course! There was this strange bet going on! Total slave! That was a helluva bet! Surreptitiously he surveyed the twins; they didn't appear to have a care in the world. Perhaps he was over-emphasising the importance of this? But ... `total slave'! Hurriedly he directed his thoughts elsewhere as he felt his dick erecting under the table...
They spent the early afternoon on the twins' bed checking their site for messages to find out whether there was any interest in tonight's live session. Any interest?! They were amazed!
"How has Peebles done it in such a short time?" asked Rad.
"Oh, he's pulled out all the stops. He's saturated a load of free sites with teasers, he's offering knock-down discount rates for this particular session, and he's highlighted the high-stakes' aspect – someone's ass will be on the line; whose will it be?' sort of thing." He slapped Ben's ass, since it was so available! "Plus," said Rick winking at Rad, "Peebles was hinting yesterday about what tonight's stint was going to cover."
Ben was busy reading the multitude of comments, staggered at the attention that the site had generated, but this last remark filtered through. He frowned and twisted round to Rick. "But how could he have hinted yesterday? We only made the bet today!"
The twins exchanged one of their many multi-layered looks which showed how much on each other's wave-length they so often were. It seemed to convey should we tell him?' well, why not, it's too late for him to back out now' yeah, and his reaction should be fun' OK, yeah, let's!'.
Rad started. "Well, Ben, when the subject of the Ohmibod came up, we rather thought you'd react in the way that you did, and so the idea of the bet seemed extremely likely." Rick continued, "Yeah, and if we'd got it wrong, there was bound to be another occasion in the near future, so the punters wouldn't have been unduly upset."
Ben scowled. "So you tricked me, right?"
Rad affected puzzlement. "How tricked? You were confident that you wouldn't cum from having that thing in your ass, and made the bet accordingly – where's the trick? Are you saying now you're not so confident?"
Ben's eyes flickered towards the camera, and back. "N-no, of course I'm confident," he blustered. "It just feels as if you're manipulating me, `s all."
Another exchange of twin-looks; Oh boy, if you only knew, Ben!
Rad took a turn to slap Ben's ass. "Hey, Cuz, suck it up. I don't see you hating much of what we've done so far!"
And of course, Ben certainly couldn't argue with that! He turned his attention back to the posts. Most of them were looking forward to his losing the bet, which seemed a bit previous! Although many of the reasons given for this view were a sort of back-handed compliment, which gave Ben a secret guilty pleasure. You look so hot as a slave', you look really sexy when you're suffering', `your jock bod being driven by your young cousins looks great', were indicative of the general trend. Just a few posts were looking forward to the twins losing, but they were in the very small minority.
Ben swallowed – he hoped this wasn't an indication of how obvious the outcome would be! He shifted his groin against the bed, and started replying as the twins directed, punctuated by their occasional slaps to his rump – which didn't help his equilibrium!
All these posts! So many of them ready to accept Ben's slavery as a given! So many describing to him in intricate detail the kinds of thing he could expect afterwards! His eyes flicked to the camera. Do not look alarmed, Ben; that makes it look as though you're expecting to lose; act cool!
But inside, Ben did not feel cool. The comments, the regular slaps on his ass, his desire to cum, the requirement for him to answer in a subservient manner; all were undermining his stability.
It was about to get worse!
Late that afternoon, Rad slapped his ass one last time – "OK, Benny, let's go join Rick in the garage, who's been setting something up for us – bring one of the cameras".
Ben felt increasingly vulnerable in his bare feet on the rough concrete floor, as he was led across to the workbench where ropes were hanging from the rafters.
If he felt vulnerable before, that was made very much more acute a little later! His arms slightly bent were fastened overhead. A rope leading from his balls to a leg-spreader attached to his ankles prevented his legs from straightening, reminding him of the ache from the run earlier. For the twins (and viewers), this forced his legs into a sexy muscular definition, which was likely to get even better as the bondage continued.
It appeared, though, that there was a compensation for Ben. The head of his erect cock had been placed in the mouth of a wide-necked bottle secured in the workbench vice. It seemed as if a thrust of his groin was all that was needed to give himself some stimulation – perhaps enough to make him cum?!
Rad explained. "Here's how it works, Benny. We're gonna spank you, and every time we do, you're allowed a shove – just one, mind! – into that bottle. It's up to you whether you cum. If you want us to spank you, then you have to ask for it. But you can only shove into the bottle if you've asked for a spank, `K?"
Well, on past showing, it didn't look to Ben as if it were going to take very long before he came, so these rules didn't seem very serious to him; he just nodded to show understanding.
Straight away – smack!
Well, it didn't really hurt, although it did re-awaken the punishment from earlier in the day. But the accompanying shove into the bottle was delicious! The camera recorded a delightful moment as Ben caught his lower lip between his teeth, his eyelids fluttering in enjoyment, a slick of pre-cum coating the neck of the bottle. Oh-please-I-want-more!
"Again, please, Sir."
Smack! Oh yes, oh yes! What a delicious sting! Oh-yes-please!
"Again, Sir, please."
Smack!
The smack was harder, but boy oh boy, it was still a great sting, when accompanied by a thrust into the bottle! Oh-boy-I-so-wanna-cum.
"Again, please, Sir."
Wow! This was surprisingly fun! The continued smacking (despite it gradually getting harder) was waking a fire in his groin! Oh-boy-what-a-way-to-cum!
But a little later, Ben was wondering how he was actually going to manage to cum. As his erection grew stronger, his dick pushed upwards, rubbing more against the upper rather than the lower side of the bottle-neck. The nerve-ends on the top-side of his dick seemed very much fewer than on the bottom! The wrong part of his erection was being rubbed!
He arched his back as far as he could within the restrictions of his bonds – creating, had he known it, a most erotic sight as his pert butt was pushed up and out – but it only improved matters slightly.
The conflict was showing up deliciously in Ben's face, an exotic mix of desire and frustration. The smacks were getting harder, his sinewy perspiring body jerking as he thrust into the bottle, his hair flying round his head.
The twins had planned well. The smacks were hard – hard enough to hurt, yet not so painful as to counteract the erotic messages flashing to Ben's groin. The bottle provided enough stimulation to fuel an increasing desperation for orgasm, but not enough to get him over the edge; enough for hope, but not enough for realisation!
All the time his ass was telling him it hurt too much, his dick was telling him to carry on! Ben gritted his teeth, kept asking for more, his brain increasingly a mush of pleasure-pain, unable to think clearly enough to work out that the hope was hopeless; it was obvious the twins were manipulating him, but he wasn't in a state to see that!
If the twins were only looking for a great clip as an outcome, they had succeeded magnificently. The tormented increasingly-desperate muscle-writhing jock-body, light gleaming off the perspiration, made for (they knew) some really sexy filming, which would be very well-received by the punters.
But the twins were also working for something more, in which they were also succeeding well. They had Ben in exactly the condition they wanted; desperate to cum, worked up into a highly-eroticised state, having lost the ability to think clearly – just right for tonight's session!
They kept him going until his thighs were ridged with the effort of the predicament bondage, the sweat dripping onto the concrete floor, before `switching'.
"OK, Ben, that's enough of that; let's go upstairs to see what's going on with our viewers."
Ben groaned – he-so-wanted-to-cum! But reluctantly-obediently he pulled back from the bottle-neck, trailing a line of precum as he did so.
Rick took round this last footage to Mr Peebles, while Rad led Ben upstairs to the bed, placing him face down, erection down between his thighs, giving him the occasional slap to keep him `heated up'.
Again, they found incredible the number of people logging on! Mr Peebles had certainly done his work – clearly a genius in online marketing! And, of course, it helped that Ben's sexy athletic vulnerability showed up so well. They couldn't hope to cope with the frenzy of comments, so Rad selected for Ben – choosing those which were most likely to keep the fit jock stoked up.
Absent-mindedly, Ben's left hand slid down under his thigh to massage his erection. Fuck, some of these comments were strangely exciting! But the twins quickly put a stop to that. "Uh-uh, Benny, no cheating. Keep your hands off your dick. You never touch your dick unless we say so – `K?"
Finally, though, the time for the challenge arrived. Rad gave a last slap to Ben's butt before leading him downstairs. Rick had set up the cameras in the kitchen (why the kitchen?, Ben wondered) linked to his laptop. Rick nodded at Rad as they entered, to confirm that everything was ready to go! Ben swallowed when he saw the crops laid out neatly on the table.
Swiftly the twins had their fit cousin tied up, forearms folded over each other in the small of his back, wrists tied to opposite elbows.
"OK Benny, say hello to the viewers, tell them who you are, and what's going to happen."
Ben blushed and looked imploringly at Rad – it was these humiliations that were harder to bear than the pain, but Rad was implacable as always; a couple of swift crop-hits were enough to ensure a sexily-vulnerable recitation to camera, the lens looking mockingly back at Ben.
Rad held the Ohmibod in front of Ben's reluctant gaze. "Right, Benny, tell the camera where this is going."
Ben looked pleadingly at Rad, but the look of irritation precipitated a hurried response, "I- it's going into m-m-my ass, Sir."
"That's right – an' I'm gonna be kind to you. I could shove it in without any lube, but I'm gonna give you a chance to lube it yourself. You've got ten seconds to lube it with your spit."
There was alarm on Ben's face – why did these twins always managed to get him off- balance like this? The last thing he wanted was to have that thing anywhere near his mouth, but he knew Rad was perfectly capable of carrying out his threat to shove it in his ass dry – and he shuddered to think how that would feel! Hurriedly he dipped his head and slobbered over the disgusting object, creating (little though he realised) a most erotic combination of athletic vulnerability.
All too soon, Rad took the Ohmibod away from his drooling mouth and moved behind him; Ben shut his eyes.
`Slap!' Rad wasn't going to allow him to hide.
"Don't take your eyes off that camera, Benny."
A wonderful shot of Ben's worried eyes looking into the camera, widening in shock as he felt the Ohmibod pushing at his anus. Handsome face creasing in discomfort as Rad pushes, grunt of distress as he feels his anus stretching, then of pain as it stretches further, mouth opening in gasp, groaning – and then...
And then – an extraordinary look on Ben's face as it slips in – indeed, is sucked in, as the larger part pushes past his tight anal ring.
Does he like the feeling? He's not sure – it's a weird feeling, but also strangely satisfying.
The camera picks up the delicious look of confused shame – how could any self-respecting jock have that sort of feeling? Ben looked down and moaned with self-disgust – his dick was erecting! Ben moaned again when Rick laughed and tapped it gently with his crop; "And that's even before it's switched on, Ben!"
Ben moaned once more when Rad snapped a clothes-peg on each nipple – his erection throbbed. Why was it, he wondered, that his nipples seemed to be hotwired to his dick?! No time to ponder though – there was Rad saying "OK, Benny, jumping squats in series of ten – count `em".
This at least was familiar territory, and Ben cranked out the first with practised ease, leaping well into the air before sinking back to crouched thighs. But as the balls of his feet slapped back down on the floor, the devious cunning of the twins was made clear! The force of his landing made the pegs swing wildly, tugging at his nips.
Ben moaned again. "One, Sir."
He jumped a second time – same result. His erection was also swinging wildly, slapping against his taut stomach.
"Two, Sir."
He tensed his thighs for the third jump when – something happened! Ben would have been hard pressed to describe exactly how it felt, but it was for him a completely new experience. Deep inside, he suddenly felt a buzzing sensation, a strange mixture of irritation and pleasure.
Ben wobbled on the balls of his feet – and was rewarded with a swift smack from the crop, reawakening the dull ache on his butt-cheeks.
"Focus, Benny – keep it going".
The buzzing had stopped, and Ben jumped a third time.
"Three, Sir."
It wasn't until he was in the air for his fourth jump that another buzz occurred – a little longer and a little more intense than the first.
He wobbled as he landed, receiving another crop-slap, the tugging of the pegs on his nips providing yet a further sensation.
Ben managed to focus for the remainder of his first ten jumps, upon which Rad removed the pegs – erotic jolt! – and then replaced them having first rotated them a quarter-turn – more erotic jolt! Just as Rad was finishing, Ben felt a stronger electric surge inside him, making him moan and thrust forward his mid-section.
Slap from the crop, rebuke from Rad, Ben gritted his teeth, jumped the first of his next ten. As he worked on the series, the electric pulses were coming in randomly, sometimes several at a time, sometimes more intense; Ben had the strange sensation of wanting to cum and wanting to pee simultaneously. Slaps from the crop more frequently, as the pulses became increasingly distracting. Another erotic jolt as Rad rotated the pegs once more. No time to rest – he had to start his squat jumps again.
Some time later, Ben's foot skidded on the floor. Looking down, he flushed and moaned with embarrassment, as he realised that he was slipping on his own precum. Anyone would think he was enjoying this!
`Well, your dick is, isn't it?' said a voice inside his head. Ben swallowed. Why the fuck was his body behaving like this? Another slap from the crop, another reprimand.
His dick throbbed in the air for the umpteenth time. And throbbed again when a prolonged sequence of electric pulses surged through him, more precum drooling. Ben felt a desperate need – what for, he wasn't quite sure – something like cumming, and something else as well.
Something about that last strong electric spasm told him another thing.
He was going to lose the bet.
Ben shook his head in an attempt to deny the truth of the matter, but his body was telling him straight.
You are going to lose the bet, Ben.
Ben was a superb athlete, able to call on depths of reserve when he or his team needed to pull something out of the hat to win, particularly against difficult odds.
But in the face of certain defeat, in the absence of hope, Ben could feel his resilience draining away.
His aching thighs were having trouble now driving through for the squats – meaning more crop slaps, more erotic charge. The electric pulses were coming faster, stronger, the precum was drooling all the time. His brain had stopped working properly – it had become a feverish mush of desire and frustration – an increasingly common occurrence during this current stay with the twins! He wasn't even quite sure what he wanted, but the pain from his thighs was telling him to stop, while his dick and nipples were shouting at him I-really-need-to-cum-I- will-do-anything-to-cum!
And he was going to cum – it was just a matter of time. But even that, the twins had under control. They wanted to put on a good show, they knew how much they could drive him, and they were manipulating the erotic stimuli that he was – enjoying? suffering? – by now Ben couldn't have said!
Thighs ache, ass aches, dick throbs, anus throbs, nipples an exotic mixture of both, Oh-fuck- let-me-cum-let-me-cum-let-me-cum-let-me-cum-let-me-cum.
The twins' laughter snaps Ben back into the here-and-now. Flushing, he realises he's been reciting his let-me-cum mantra out loud.
As Rad slaps Ben's dick gently with the crop, eliciting quiet moans, Rick says equally gently, "Why not just do what your body is telling you, Benny? Just let yourself go".
Ben looks at the camera, moans, shakes his head almost involuntarily, moans again. How can he surrender in public like this? Who knows how many people are seeing him crash and burn?
Rad nods at Rick, Rick taps a command on the computer. Ben yelps and his eyes spring wide open as a series of strong pulses afflict his anus. He whimpers as the pulses increase in intensity rather than die away. Unconsciously his hips thrust forward. Oh-fuck-let-me-cum- let-me-cum! Another keyboard tap, and the intensity increases yet again. What a wonderful sight as the muscular teen-body goes into spasm, sinews locking, his mouth twisted open in craving grimace. Simultaneously, Rad yanks the pegs off Ben's nips, causing a delicious frisson of pain-pleasure.
And, as a strange sensation shudders through Ben's groin, he looks down in bewilderment as cum pours out of his dick in steady stream, yet unaccompanied by the normal orgasmic release! What the fuck is going on?!
Exhausted, he sinks down to his knees, looking confusedly at the splooge on the floor between his thighs, then up at the twins, the electronic pulses still throbbing in his ass.
Rad grins at him – not a nice grin; more feral than pleasant. "Guess what, Benny, you've just cum from the Ohmibod; you lose the bet. What does that make you, Benny?"
Ben swallows, looks up at him, swallows again.
Rad's eyes narrow, he steps forward, hard crop-swipe on Ben's right pec, Ben yelps and writhes, his nipple stinging.
"If you're gonna fucking show disrespect, Benny, you're in for a whole load of hurt. If you're asked a fucking question, you fucking answer, got it?"
Ben gulps – Rad is scary when he's like this – hurriedly blurts "Sorry, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir, er, that makes me a slave, Sir".
Rad grabs Ben's head, swings it towards the camera. "Tell them" yelled Rad, "Tell them what you are!"
Never had the camera lens looked so mocking, so triumphant! `Well, Benny-boy? Go on, tell us! What are you? What's your rightful place?!'
Ben's eyes fill with tears. "Oh God, Sir, I'm a Slave, I'm a Slave, that's what I deserve to be!"
And with the Ohmibod pulsing, yet more cum was pouring out of his dick, with the same frustrating lack of satisfaction as before...
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