Cousins Take Charge
Category – gay authoritarian – teen (legal age), role reversal, bondage, discipline, `forced' exercise,
Chapter Nine
"Welcome, welcome, dear boys" fluted Peebles' automatic plummy welcome as they entered the back door – to be cut short as he saw the naked Ben ushered in between the two twins, and nudged submissively to his knees.
Gone was the polished urbane manner – replaced by raw desire.
"Oh beautiful, just beautiful" he breathed. And it was easy to see the force of his words. Even in this short time had the twins succeeded beyond his highest expectations. Here was a wonderfully-fit tanned youth, to be true. But whereas someone looking like a young god might normally be expected to be looking out at the world with a confident cocky smirk, here was a body whose complete denudation of all hair marked it out as an object rather than a person, with troubled eyes cast down, half-afraid to look into people's eyes for fear of the message it might read there.
With good reason; at Peebles' words, Ben did quickly look up – and then even more hurriedly look down, a deep flush building up from the base of his neck and across his face. For Peebles' gaze was not admiring in the sense that Ben has received admiring glances in the past (obviously, considering his looks and physique). No, not admiring, but predatory. So might a sultan assess the latest addition to his harem, a tiger lick his lips when stalking his victim.
The meaning of `slaveboy' was biting deeper into his persona now. In the normal world Ben might have – would have – felt contemptuous of a perfumed plump priss like Peebles perving on to him. But in this new slaveboy world, Ben was the inferior, waiting to be told what to do, jumping to it when he was told – whatever it was, whether he liked it or not. He was cuffed, browbeaten, vulnerable, helpless ... and his erection was throbbing again, for some reason...
Peebles blinked, recovered. "Well, boys, you have done remarkably well" (and he wasn't talking to Ben!), "congratulations, congratulations. Well, before you leave him with me, let me show you what I intend to do", as he led the way out of the kitchen.
Wait! What?! `Leave him with me?!' Fuck! No!
"Rick", Ben whispered urgently just as his cousin was following the others out. As Rick turned back, Ben whispered, "Rick, what the fuck is happening? What did he mean, `leave him with me'? What's he gonna do? Don't, for fuck sake, leave me with that – that pervy old queen!"
Rick considered him for a moment, then felt that an encouraging approach might be helpful. He squatted down in front of his apprehensive cousin. "Listen Cuz, you've gotta trust us. You know so far that every time you've looked back at what you've done, you've found it hot in retrospect – even though you were a bit overwhelmed at the time. You've gotta trust us that the same is gonna apply here."
Ben didn't look reassured. "Listen, Rick, I'm scared – don't leave me with him!"
Time to get firmer. Rick stood up. "Now, listen, boy, remember this is meant to be a punishment day for you, so suck it up, `K?" Since Ben still looked sulky, Rick continued in a harder tone, "Let me spell it out for you, Benny. Peebles will give us a report on you afterwards. If he's not happy with you, we will tie you down on the bed and let him do whatever he wants with you. So you'd better get in obedient mode right now!"
Ben begged Rick with his eyes, looking hopelessly for any kind of mercy, any get-out.
There was none.
But suddenly Rick smiled, rubbing Ben's groin with his knee.
"We keep saying, Ben, listen to what your body is telling you. Whatever you're afraid of, your dick is telling you to embrace it..."
Sickeningly, it was true; his erection was still throbbing...
The twins had gone, Ben was in the sitting-room, lean body bent into a Pretzel shape on the sofa, neck and shoulders resting on the seat, lower back supported by the arm-rest, head supported by a cushion, legs jack-knifed over his head, erection pointing toward his mouth. Under Peebles' direction, he scooted his legs back until his groin was close to his face. He hesitated.
Peebles smiled sympathetically. "I know, boy, it feels a bit gay' doesn't it?" As Ben nodded gratefully for the understanding, Peebles continued, "Well now, when you think about it, that isn't quite logical, is it? Think how many times you've masturbated. I bet there was never a time when you thought that was gay?! I'm assuming you've been given blow jobs," (Ben nodded an of course'), "Yes, of course you have," (Yes, of course you have,' thought Peebles, licking his lips, and if it didn't go against our plan, I'd be happy to get my lips round you myself, you beautiful boy!'), "Well, just imagine now that you're giving yourself a blowjob in the same way you've jerked yourself off in the past".
Well, put like that, in Ben's heightened state of desire, it didn't seem so bad, and he inched his groin lower and craned his neck, Peebles adjusting the cushion under the head in order to assist.
Ben grunts in surprise as his lips slip over the glans. Wow! There is something incredibly dirty – and therefore incredibly erotic – about this!
With gentle instruction from Peebles, he learns different techniques – flicking his tongue over the piss-slit, sucking and popping with vacuumed cheeks, gently nibbling with his teeth, running his tongue round the head trying to draw it into his mouth – the inexpert attention he's had from girls (and not that many were prepared to go this far) was never like this; despite not being able to reach the whole of his shaft, this is the best blowjob he's ever had!
If there was one thing that could have made it perfect, it would have been if he could have engulfed the whole throbbing column in his mouth, but strain as he might, he just couldn't bend that far.
Peebles was helping him by gently pushing his butt towards his mouth. Ben was hardly aware (though he would remember later, with shame) of Peebles' thumbs edging closer, ever closer, to his anus, massaging the aureole, rubbing the wrinkled skin. At the time, Ben was so lost in his new-found pleasure that his only reaction was to close his eyes, moan, and open his legs wider to encourage this additional stimulus.
Peebles' thumbs were rubbing over Ben's hole now, then one was gently pushing at the tight ring. Far from objecting, Ben had abandoned himself to mouthing his throbbing erection, trying to suck in as much as he could.
Then Peebles' thumb was inside!, stroking in and out, helping Ben move to his climax. Which wasn't far away; his thighs were straining to get his groin closer, his neck was straining to get his mouth closer, his lips and tongue belonged to some slut scrabbling away to bring that delicious shaft to its peak.
The climax is nearer now – fuck, yes! – involuntarily his cuffed hands pulls at his butt-cheeks to encourage that thumb further in. Gently, the other thumb slides in to join its twin! The ring stretches, clenches, stretches, clenches... Ben whimpers – not the full-throated grunt of a man, but a childish sob expressing `oh-please-oh-please-don't-stop-let-me-cum-let-me- cum'. The whimper pitch climbs higher, more desperate. Those two thumbs are driving him crazy; he's jerking, trying to get more erection inside his mouth – reflexively his hands grasp those of Peebles, trying to pull those thumbs in deeper, intuitively knowing that this will drive his climax.
Fuck-I-am-so-close-oh-please-oh-yeah-here-it-comes-oh-fuck-yeah...
And Peebles gently drifts his thumbs away, slaps the dangling balls, pulls back on Ben's thighs, ignoring the jock's frustrated moans!
"Time for you to have a rest, boy – that's a really strenuous position, you know."
He was right – Ben winced as he straightened up, conscious now of the ache of being double-up for so long, as the erotic fires diminish a little.
"OK, a very short rest, boy, then I'll show you the next task."
Change of scene. Ben is still cuffed wrists behind, now kneeling on some towels in the kitchen, looking at a small dildo which has been fastened to a unit just below worktop level.
"Pretend this is your own dick, boy, do to it what you'd like someone to do to you."
Not an activity Ben would have dreamed of agreeing to a few days ago, but his dick is so hyped up, it no longer feels like an impossible request. Indeed he is about to comply when he sees the camera on the worktop above him.
He hesitates. He knows from all the comments that there are now lots of viewers on the site – what will this look like to them? Won't it look as though he's a willing participant? `Cocksucker' has always been one of the insults bandied about in the team changing rooms – how can he voluntarily embrace the title?!
Ben's vacillation is short-lived.
Swish! Thwaaaack! "Aaaaaaaaaagh!"
Peebles has wielded the crop with force and precision, landing a strong blow on Ben's right butt-cheek. Almost simultaneously, Ben is scrubbing at the blazing spot with his cuffed hands, trying to knead away the sudden pain. Shit! That hurt! Peebles grabs a handful of hair, yanks backwards with a screech from Ben, until the boy's face is staring straight up into his own.
Gone is the urbane polished look, replaced by a steely stare.
"I've just given you an order, boy. D'you want me to hit you again?"
Ben's eyes were watering. "N-n-no Sir, s-sorry, Sir, I'll do it, Sir."
And as soon as he was released he dived onto that dildo, slathering it with saliva in an attempt to demonstrate his enthusiasm. To some extent, Ben was happier. He'd demonstrated that he was doing this not because he wanted to but because he was being forced to...
Again, Peebles' tuition is helpful, especially now that Ben's mouth can reach the whole length of the dildo, giving him different tasks for his lips, tongue, and mouth cavern. Having made the show of reluctance, in reality the excitement remains; Ben is able to imagine that he is still doing this to himself; his own erection pulses every time his mouth sinks down on the dildo, throbs every time he licks and sucks.
The `rear-camera' is recording some delicious footage! The height of the worktop forces Ben to crouch, which he does by spreading his knees, arching his back, making his butt perk up. Every time he leans forward his butt-hole winks in sympathy – an involuntary action which nevertheless speaks volumes to those who understand. The muscles across his back and thighs bunch and slide as he loses himself in the activity, moaning slightly as he seeks to give more pleasure to the dildo.
But perhaps the view from the `front-camera' looking into Ben's face is even better? Ben might be imagining that he's doing this to himself, but to a viewer he looks like a cock slut street whore slurping away at his latest trick. His eyes are closed now, his eyelids fluttering, his breath coming in gasps, moaning as he's trying out all his new-found techniques. Up and down, sucking, choking, groaning, lipping, licking, mouthing, as though every second is being paid by results.
A pause. Peebles slides a counter down the shaft to rest at the base.
"Well, boy, you see that button! If you slide your mouth all the way down, you'll be able to press that button with your nose. Do that now – just a quick down and up."
Good advice; if Ben had taken too long at the bottom of the stroke he might have choked. The counter clicked and now showed `001'.
"Good, boy, you've got it. Your job is to get that counter to sixty – and I'm going to give you two minutes to get there. But don't take longer than the time limit; if you do, you'll have to move on to this little buddy." Peebles plopped down a larger dildo on the worksurface next to the camera. "So, that's your incentive – start working please!"
Ben started with an easy rhythm – down, click, up – down, click, up – down, click, up. Yep this was going to be simple! Peebles had given him good advice about how to repress the gag reflex, and this wasn't going to be unduly challenging; he could afford to relax. Down, click, up, rest. Down, click, up, rest...
Idly, Ben's eyes wandered to the new dildo-in-waiting. It was larger. It was more realistic.
More threatening.
Rather than bright pink, it was natural-flesh-coloured. Thin veins stood out on the column, just as though it were real. The thick sturdy column rode up, up, up to the bulbous head.
Shit! Focus! Ben realised his click rate had slowed – down, click, up – down, click, up – down, click, up... That was better. Wouldn't do to fail on the time limit, because otherwise he'd be forced to move on to that monster... move...on...to...that...monster...
It was a monster, wasn't it! Wouldn't it be great to have a dick like that! It would really be a challenge, wouldn't it, to have to service something like that! There was something mesmerising about its god-like form...
Ben's eyes flew guiltily back to the camera. Focus, Ben! Down, click, up – down, click, up – down, click, up... The unblinking eye of the camera lens was mocking him again.
`Yeah, bet you're wondering what it'd be like swinging on the end of that, aren't you, Benny- boy? Loving the idea, aren't you?!'
`No, no, I'm not, I'm not!'
`Oh c'mon, boy who're you kidding? You're just aching to find out how much you'd be choking as that monster slides down your throat!'
`You're wrong, you're wrong, it's not true!'
`Oh yeah? Take a look at your own dick and tell me I'm wrong!'
Ben slid off the dildo to look down. Shit. His dick was drooling! A long stalactite of beaded pre-cum was swinging to and fro. There was no way he was getting off on this – no way! There must be another explanation!
`See, Benny-boy? You want it – admit you want it!'
No, there's gotta be another reason, it's cos I haven't cum properly in a couple of days, the twins are keeping me hotted up, I don't want it!'
`Well, Benny-boy, whether you like it or not, you're gonna get it! Yeah! You're running out of time!'
Ben's eyes flew to the counter, then to the timer. Shit! He'd become so distracted, there were just a few seconds left, and ten more reps to go!
Downclickup, downclickup, downclickup, downclickup ...
The speed he was going, he might even have made it, but he was going so fast he choked and coughed, had to lift off – and the timer rang.
When Rick slipped in the door to come and collect him, Ben didn't even notice – he was too engrossed in managing the monster which had replaced the previous dildo. Managing' not the right word, perhaps – it would take someone much more skilled and experienced to manage' this! Each time Ben's mouth slid down, he would gag and choke – and his erection would bounce in synchronicity. His face and throat were flushed red with effort – he looked like a cock-sucking whore!
Peebles was standing over him with a crop to `encourage' him on – but no such encouragement was needed, it seemed; Ben had managed to combine his dick with the dildo in his own imagination. Every time he slid his mouth down the wide shaft, he was imagining doing it to himself, just as on the sofa; really it might be possible to cum, just like this! Ben moaned and slid down again, gagged, choked.
Peebles and Rick looked at each other, nodded.
"OK, Benny," Rick said, "sorry to interrupt your enjoyment," Ben blushed, "but it's time to get back. Thank Mr Peebles and let's go."
Ben flushed. He turned round on his knees, looked up at Peebles, "Uh, th-thank you, Sir, for all your instruction". Peebles patted him on his head – how could a self-respecting jock accept such a patronising gesture – "You're welcome, boy, I hope you'll put your skills to use very soon".
Ben flushed again at the implication, flicking a haunted glance at the camera, before following Rick out. Silence as they headed down the garden in the dusk, crossed over the fence, headed up towards the twins' house, Ben struggling to marshal his confused thoughts. He drifted to a halt.
"L-listen, Rick, I don't think I'm coping with this. This has been a really shitty day for me, and I can't hack it any more."
Rick put an arm round the lean waist. "What we keep saying, Ben, is that you have to trust us more. For instance, I'm sure that for much of the day you've had a hard-on, right?"
Ben flushed, hung his head, recognising the force of the argument, not wanting to admit it.
"I'll take that as a yes', then, Ben," continued Rick shrewdly. "Listen, your trouble is you're letting your ego get in the way. Just let your ego go, just say to yourself, I'll do whatever the twins tell me' and all will be fine. Take another example; that orgasm you had two days ago on Peebles' picnic table – you tell me about another orgasm you've ever had that was as hot as that."
Ben paused. It was true – that had been the most intense orgasm! His dick bounced again as he remembered it.
Rick hugged him again. "See, Ben? Just leave it to us – all you have to do is be less egoistic and leave the decisions to us. Anyway, we're due for a bit of relaxation time now in any case – sit back and enjoy!"
And this proved to be true. All three lounging on the sofa looking at relatively frivolous TV, drinking beers. So much were they cutting Ben slack that he was given his favourite beer – and the twins were getting it for him, rather than the other way around.
It could have been any `lads night in' were it not for one of them being stark naked...
Ben had a good head for alcohol, but for some reason he was quickly feeling pleasantly buzzed. The twins kept the beer flowing, but it seemed to be affecting Ben more than themselves. It wasn't long therefore before they felt it would be sensible to get him upstairs `for a bit of fun' which entailed, for reasons they didn't explain(!), tying him spreadeagle to the bed, a towel under his head.
Rick sat on his firm pecs and gently mouthed his dick. Ben grunted in shock and pleasure.
"OK, Ben, tell Rick what you'd like him to do to you – or, better still, show him what you'd like him to do."
Rick moved on to all fours so that his erection was bobbing above Ben's face who, in his current vodka-spiked-beer-buzzed state, saw it as completely natural to lift his head to mouth the erection above him.
Rick was careful to mirror the actions that were being done to him so that it felt to Ben as though he were giving himself the oral. Every time he sucked, he felt himself being sucked, licked; licked, nibbled; nibbled.
Rick also ensured that every time Ben made a particular effort it was rewarded, so that before long Ben was employing enthusiastically all the skills he had learnt (only!) that day. Gradually Rick lifted his groin up but Ben, lost in an alcoholic-erotic haze, continued upward- striving with neck arms and abs to continue the pleasure.
Wonderful picture of muscular tension! Perfect image of muscle-cock-slut straining every sinew to serve the master-dick above him! Simultaneously his groin was thrusting, abs, hips and butt clenching, desperately endeavouring to extract every ounce of stimulation from Rick's slackening mouth.
All too soon, Rick could feel the end approaching, try as he might to delay it – Ben was too good at this! Yes, it was coming!
Rick lifted his groin up higher until Ben's upturned face could no longer reach it, grabbed his pulsing erection to point it at that gaping mouth – and came. Came with all the force of a healthy eighteen-year-old, pumping out ropes and ropes of cum, into the mouth, over the mouth and chin, across the nose, cheeks, eyes, into the hair.
Still in a haze, Ben was hardly aware of this, nor of the twins' rapid untying and loosely retying him the other way round, head now hanging over the foot of the bed at a forty-five degree angle. He mewed in protest at the cruel abandonment of the mouth round his dick, looking up at the twins wiping the cum away from his eyes, while leaving the rest crusting on his face and in his hair.
He got an upside-down view of Rad looming over him, dick thrustingly erect – hard, slender, long – Ben's vodka-muzzed brain thought it was beautiful in its youthful arrogance. It was out of his reach but still his head came up, tongue flicking inside his mouth in yearning desperation.
"Yeah, that's right, greedy – my turn now, cocksucker."
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Apologies if it looked as though Peebles was going to have his `wicked way' with Ben; that is indeed in the plan for a few days' time for Ben, provided I can keep writing the story at the current rate.
All the normal caveats apply regarding fantasy versus reality – for instance some of the practices described would NOT be safe in real life. Similarly, in real life, if we are lucky enough to come across good bdsm playmates, we should value and respect them – they are not always that easy to find!
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This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or living persons is coincidental. Personal experiences, from images to events, memories and words, flavour my writing, and while elements of this story may be (and often are) based in fact, the characters are entirely fictional. Unprotected sex is depicted. In real life, be safe! Don't gamble. If it is illegal for you to read this story because of your age, location or any other reason, don't read it.
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