Helping My Brother
Part Five
By Randall Austin
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(Notes from the journal of Craig Soffel)
Marty had been fully informed in his training what personal service' entailed, so what I was about to teach him was not something totally out of the blue for him. Indeed, he knew that piss drinking was only the first big step into full personal service. But I think the reality of what was about to happen and what he was a lowly slave' finally hit him. And I think it jolted his memory into considering some of the other types of personal service that would be following once he was a successful piss drinker.
I had him kneel down on the floor in front of me. It was an awesome feeling having Marty, my older brother obey me like this. "Marty, Dad and I intend to use you chiefly for nighttime service. But should dad and I want to be relieved during the daytime, or if we want you to give one of our guests' relief, you need to learn to drink in this position as well as in the bed position. And the first thing you need to do when you're servicing someone who is standing up is to kneel down in front of them and unfasten their zipper. So why don't you just go ahead and do that for me."
He did exactly as I told him. Of course, I was holding on to my training whip the whole time, and Marty, by now, knows that I will use it if I have to, so that was probably the reason he was behaving.
He successfully unzipped me, and I continued to guide him, "Now dig in there and gently pull my pecker out."
He did and his fingers felt girly smooth and I liked it.
Kind of strange, but legally his primary status in relation to me was no longer that of brother, but of social servant. So it was perfectly okay for him to do the things he was about to do.
He got my dick out, and it felt good having my prick right in front of my brother's face. It was like a total sign of my authority over him; making him stare at my hairy man-dick up close.
"Now look up at me and open your mouth nice and wide for me." When Marty looked up at me and saw my free-boy piss slit staring him in the face, I think he finally realized that he was nothing more than any other typical dumbass, lug headed, hard-labor, piss drinking, slave.
The expression on his face was one of defeat. I whispered to him as I gave my cock a waggle, "Go ahead and say hello to it. You two are going to be seeing a lot of each other."
He actually mumbled a 'hello'. I then re-instructed him to open his mouth nice and wide. He did as instructed, but boy was he goofy looking.
But I complimented him, "Attaboy!" Verbal rewards are real important to slaves in training. They eat them up like candy. They cost nothing, so I like to give them out quite freely.
"Now bro, form those lips into a nice big `O'."
He did and I complimented him, "It's looking good. Hold that lip formation. Now let's see if you can make that `O' bigger and rounder."
He did, and I again rewarded him, "Way to go, sport!"
He was quite a sight, my brother. Naked, ringed, mohawked, ball-banded, and hobbled; and looking up at me with his pretty mouth formed into a giant `O'.
"Okay bro, what you want to do is keep your mouth opened really wide and take my dick into your mouth, being careful to keep your teeth away from it, and then seal your lips around it as far back on my shaft as you can take it without gagging."
A few tears rolled down his face as he did what he was told. But he actually got my cock into his mouth and sealed his lips. I looked down at him, and there was my brother in total servitude to me. Naked, kneeling before me, my dick in his mouth, and me about to let loose with my free boy piss.
In one way, Marty, being naked and mohawked, with my cock in his mouth and him about to become my toilet, was the picture of the total abject slave; but in another way he was my brother and now we were closer to each other than we had ever been before. I could feel my spear headed dick tip touch his tongue and it felt awesome.
"Now Marty, I'm going to let a little piss out nice and slow. Just a spurt so you can get used to your brother's golden nectar."
When I let out the first squirt, he managed to swallow it, but it was hard, and he had to remove his mouth and cough.
Nevertheless I complimented him, "That was a good start. You didn't spill any. Now put your mouth back in suckling mode so I can give you the rest of my supply. I want to make sure you not only learn to drink piss like a pro, but I want you to get to the place where you love drinking piss."
His first piss-drinking session was a series of his swallowing then having to disengage and cough, in order to prevent himself from heaving. But he got the hang of it, and it was quite a thrill having my older brother suckle me as I fed him my free boy stream. Eventually, he managed to get it all down. I told him, "That wasn't bad, for a first attempt. I want to turn you into the best piss drinker in town, and make all my friends envious of me for having such a fancy toilet."
When I was totally relieved I pulled my dick out and put it right in front of his face. I then took my helmet headed dick in hand and rubbed it against his rosy cheeks. I explained, "Marty, after you drink piss, you are then to dry the dick off in one of two ways: by wiping it across your cheeks, or by hot air drying."
I pulled my dick away from his cheeks and then had him blow hot air on my cock to finish drying it. He did a good job.
As I stuffed my dick back in his pants I rubbed his mohawked head, "Good job, boy. Thank you. You can get up now and get back to work doing the dishes. We'll have another session as soon as I need to take another whiz. I want to have you up and running in full suckling/drinking mode for dad and me in bed tonight."