Diversasy

The Ties of Brotherhood

Chapters 16-17

Chapter Sixteen

Jordan rode his bike to Alex's house, went around to the deck in back and rang the doorbell. Dean came to the large patio door and rolled it open. He was naked and shaved and wore the leather dog collar Alex had used before. Jordan was surprised because he thought Dean and Mike didn't have to do what Alex wanted now that they had the DVD. What was going on?

Dean stood aside so Jordan could walk into the recreation room. Alex got up from a couch and came over. "Hi, Jordan. Glad you could come over. Little Brother, get Jordan a can of Mountain Dew."

Dean bowed and said, "Yes, Master."

Jordan pointed at Dean as he left. "What's going on? I thought this was over."

Alex laughed. "I thought so, too, but later, Dean said he was still interested in having scenarios as long as I didn't take pictures or make video."

"You're kidding. It was Dean's idea?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Not only that, he's been making up scenarios, so I don't have to come up with all of them. That's why I asked you over. He's come up with one that I need some help with to get started."

Jordan was hesitant and worried about what Dean wanted Alex to do to him. "You aren't going to hurt him are you?"

"No, not at all. This one won't hurt him a bit, other than his pride maybe, but he doesn't have much of that left."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I made a deal with him. If I couldn't take pictures or videos of the scenarios, he'd have to follow my orders at all times. To see if he meant it, I've been testing him since last week. He has to stay naked whenever our parents aren't home and he can't do anything or go anywhere without my permission. I make him call me 'master', give me showers and even wipe my butt after I take a dump. It's great."

"And this was his idea? That's hard to believe."

"Yeah, it was. If he's good, I'll let him masturbate and give me blowjobs and then I'll do a scenario with him."

"Your parents don't know what's going on? I'd think that would be hard to hide."

"They don't know a thing. We pretend things are just like always when they're home, but they haven't paid much attention to us for a couple of years. They're so wrapped up in their jobs they have no idea what we're doing."

Alex laughed loudly. "That's great. Imagine that. Dean taking care of me. Anyway, they're gone until late tomorrow night, so Dean wants to have a long scenario."

Dean came back into the room holding a can of soda. He opened it and held it out to Jordan who took it from his hand."

Alex said, "That's good, Little Brother. You're getting better and I might reward you later.""

Dean said, "Thank you, master."

Jordan thought the whole thing was creepy, but at least he didn't see any welts or bruises on Dean's body that would indicate Alex had been beating him.

"I guess I'll help you as long as you aren't going to hurt him."

"Nope. I told you that before. Don't you trust me." He glanced at his watch. "It's time, Little Brother. Go."

"Yes, master." And Dean left the room.

"What was that all about?"

Alex said, "Every half hour since about 9 o'clock, Dean has to eat and drink something."

Jordan said, "Huh? What's that for?"

"Getting ready for the scenario. Wait 'till he gets back. You'll see."

Dean came back into the room carrying a bottle of Mountain Dew and two bananas. "I am ready master."

Alex smiled and waved at him. "I can see that. Go for it."

"Yes, master, although I'm beginning to feel bloated."

"Don't worry about that. Jordan's here and we can start as soon as you're done. Now, go."

"Yes, master."

Dean peeled the bananas and slowly ate them and then he opened the soda and drank it. At the end, his belly bulged out and he only took small sips, groaning between each one, but he managed to get it all down.

Alex patted Dean's belly making him moan. "Good job. Get rid of the trash and meet us in the garage."

"Yes, master."

Leading the way to the garage, Alex said, I kind of like this, you know, having a slave of my own to do whatever I want."

Jordan thought the whole thing was weird, but didn't make any comments. "How long are you going to do this slave thing?"

"As long as Dean wants me to and I think it's interesting. He has a wild imagination and I have a list of scenarios he wants to do that will last for quite awhile."

In the garage, Alex had laid out a camp mattress on the floor and had some rope, duct tape and other plastic sheeting in a pile. He picked up the rope and untangled it into five or six pieces about eight feet [2 m] long.

As he finished, Dean came into the garage and stood next to the mattress.

"All right, Dean, cover the mattress with the clear plastic sheet and then lay down on it."

"Yes, master."

When the mattress had been covered, Dean stretched out on it and waited. Jordan handed me a length of rope. "Kneel on the other side of him and do what I do."

When Jordan did, Alex tied his rope around Dean's wrist and then had him lift his legs. Then he tied the rope around the top of his thighs, pulling the rope up into his crotch next to his genitals. Jordan did the same and when they finished, Dean pulled on the ropes to show that it was secure.

Jordan stood and picked up two more pieces of rope and tied Dean's ankles together, leaving a space of about a foot [30 cm] between them. He took the second rope and wrapped it around rope between his ankles, which tightened the first rope and held his ankles apart. Dean could move his legs, but not too far.

"Now we're ready." He picked up a box and pulled out a huge, heavy plastic bag used for raking leaves in the fall. "Here's where I need your help. We have to get Dean completely inside the bag and then tape it shut around his neck. Lift his feet first."

When Jordan did, Alex pulled the bag over them and made sure Dean's feet were on the bottom and pulled the bag up his legs as far as he could. He ordered Dean to lift his hips. Dean arched his back so he supported himself only on his feet and shoulders and we pulled the bag all the way up to his chest.

"All right, drop down and lift your shoulders." Dean rolled his shoulders up and we pulled the bag so only his head was outside. "That's it. Hand me the tape, Jordan."

Alex ripped off a strip and while I held the bag closed around Dean's neck, he wrapped it over the bag sealing it. Then he gathered the loose parts of the bag and while I held it, wrapped more tape around Dean's body and legs, although he didn't stretch the bag completely tight.

He stood and admired his work, then said, "C'mon Jordan, let's play some video games."

Jordan followed him as he left the garage, closing the door and turning off the lights. As they went back upstairs to Alex's room, they went through the kitchen and picked up two bottles of soda.

Jordan took his bottle, opened it and drank it as they went to Alex's room. He sat in the desk chair and said, "That's the scenario? How long are you going to leave him there?"

Alex laughed so hard he had to sit down on his bed and wipe tears away. "That's the best part. I don't let him out until just before our parents come home. That'll be tomorrow afternoon."

"You're kidding. What if he has to go to the bathroom or something?"

Alex laughed more, slapping his thigh. "That's what the plastic bag is for. All morning, he's been drinking Mountain Dew and eating bananas and prunes. I'll keep feeding him the rest of the day and tonight."

Jordan shivered. "That's disgusting."

"Yeah. It is, isn't it? I told you Dean had a strange imagination." He looked at the clock. "Let's get playing. I've got a half-hour or so before we have to begin the second phase of the scenario."

"There's more?"

"Of course. I had to put my own touches on it, you know. Dean doesn't know what's coming. Will he be surprised." Then he laughed again.

After a half hour, Alex paused the game. "Okay, phase two starts now." He pulled his shirt over his head. "Come on. Get your clothes off. This is the best part."

Jordan thought seriously about leaving, but since it was Dean's idea, he decided to go along with Alex and undressed. When they were naked, Alex led Jordan to the garage again, stopping at the kitchen to get a can of Mountain Dew, a handful of prunes and two more bananas.

Going into the garage, he flipped the lights on. When he did, Dean writhed around on the camp mattress.

"Hello there, Little Brother. How are you doing? I didn't forget about you."

"I am doing fine, master. Why are you naked?"

"Just a little variation on the scenario."

"No. That's not what we agreed on."

"First, you didn't call me 'master' and second, I don't care. You'll do what I tell you, or else." Picking up a length of wood he'd shaped into a paddle, he said, "Jordan, help me turn him over. Little Brother needs some convincing."

Dean started to beg. "No, please, don't, master. I was wrong and you can do anything you want. Please, master."

Alex dropped the paddle. "All right you get a free pass on this one. Do it again and you know what will happen."

"Yes, master."

"That's better."

Alex picked up a piece of garden hose about three feet [90 cm] long, a funnel and a utility knife. He cut a slit in the bag at about where Dean's bellybutton was, put the end of the hose in it and pulled the plastic around it.

"Take the tape and wrap it round the end to hold it in the bag."

Jordan ripped of a strip of tape and sealed the end of the hose to the bag. Alex stood, put the funnel in the end of the hose and handed the hose to Jordan.

"Hold this. I've been waiting to do this all morning."

When Jordan held up the hose just under the funnel, Alex stepped up and peed into the funnel. Jordan could hear the urine running into the plastic bag over Dean's belly.

Alex sighed. "That's better. I've been holding that forever. Your turn."

He took the hose from Jordan and held it out. Although Jordan didn't want to, when he looked at Dean, he nodded his head, so Jordan began to urinate into the funnel, too.

Alex took the funnel off and put a plug in the end. "There we go. Can't have it leak out, can we, Little Brother?"

"No, master."

"A few more things to do and we'll leave you alone for awhile to enjoy yourself." He handed Jordan the bottle of soda and took the fruit. "I'm going to feed him and you help him drink the soda. But first, open your mouth, Dean."

When he did, Alex dropped two pills in and told Jordan to give him some soda to wash it down with. After that, they made Dean eat the prunes and bananas while he took sips from the bottle.

Alex said, "Good job, Little Brother. Only one more thing." He looked up a Jordan and smirked. "I'm sorry, two more things."

Putting one knee on each side of Dean's chest, Alex lifted Dean's head and thrust his hips into his face. "You know what to do. Me first, then you can do Jordan."

Mumbling because Alex's genitals were against his face, Dean said, "Yes, master."

One after the other, Dean took Alex and Jordan's penises into his mouth and performed oral sex. When he was finished, Alex pulled Jordan to his feet.

"That was good, Little Brother. I'll be back later, don't worry."

Alex and Jordan went back to his room and got dressed. Jordan said, "You're going to keep him in that bag for more than a day?"

"Yep. That's what he wanted and I'm not going to let him back out. Just to make it interesting, I gave him a laxative just now. Actually a double dose of laxative. The garden hose was my idea, too. That way, I can contribute when I feel like it. Also, he'll have to have sex with me anytime I want and I'm going to see if I can set a record for most orgasms in 24 hours. This is going to be a great time until tomorrow afternoon."

Jordan played video games for another half hour until Alex wanted to go to the garage again to feed Dean. Using that as an excuse, Jordan left and headed for home.

As soon as he put his bike in the garage, he ran up to Mike's room. He was sitting at his computer typing an email message.

Jordan said, "If you're calling Dean, don't bother. He's not going to answer."

I turned in my chair and said, "Why not? What did you find out?"

Jordan sat on my bed and told me everything that happened. When he finished, I said, "You didn't have to participate, did you?"

"At first, it didn't seem like much. It wasn't until we had Dean tied up that I found out what Alex was up to. I almost left then, but Dean kept nodding his head to tell me go ahead and do it. Alex told me it was Dean's idea."

I shook my head. "That whole thing is disgusting and screwed up. I have to talk to Dean."

"Well, it won't be for a few days. His parents are gone until tomorrow afternoon."

Picking up my cell phone, I dialed Dean's number. Alex answered. "Mike, quit calling. I've got Dean's phone and his computer. I'll let him talk to you when I want him to." Then he hung up.

Four days went by and I got more and more anxious about what Alex was doing to Dean. Or was Dean doing it to himself? Jordan tried to talk to me about it, but I cut him off and let him lay on my bed at night only if he didn't mention it. While I waited, I searched the web for anything about what Dean was doing. Surprisingly, there was a lot and reading over it made me sick to my stomach. I also found a link from there to lots of sites that had pictures of people doing what was called BDSM. Those flat out scared me because they didn't look fake. It looked as if people were actually torturing and hurting each other. Dean couldn't want scenarios like that could he? When we tied each other up, we were only playing games. The people on the web were drawing blood and beating each other hard enough to leave heavy marks and bruises.

Jordan came home one afternoon from soccer practice and ran up to my room. Holding out a DVD, he said, "Alex came to the park and gave me this. He said we should watch it. All of it because Dean had a message for you on it."

I popped open the DVD player on my computer and put the disk in. It didn't auto play so I went to the directory and ran it from there.

The beginning was a short section with Alex talking to me. "Mike, I know you're concerned about Dean." Alex smirked and laughed. "You don't need to worry. He's found a new position in life as my slave. Watch the video and see. This is all his idea. Not that I don't like it, of course."

The screen went black and then opened with a view of the inside their garage. Dean was naked and his arms were spread wide and tied to the rafters by his wrists while his legs were split as far as possible, tied by ropes around his ankles and extending out of sight of the camera.

Jordan and I sat and watched Dean shift his weight, looking around for several minutes. Then we heard the door open as Alex came in.

Alex, who was naked, walked up to Dean and said, "Are you ready Little Brother?"

Dean said, "Yes, master. Please begin, master. I have been waiting for you."

Alex smirked and slapped Dean's chest twice, each time directly on his nipple making him cringe back as far as the ropes would let him.

He went out of camera range and came back holding something in his hand. He looked at the camera and said, "We should get a close up of this."

Alex moved the camera closer and to the side, focusing on Dean's bare chest. Alex's hands appeared holding a heavy needle in one hand and a damp gauze pad in the other. He wiped Dean's nipples, dropped the pad and pinched a nipple between two fingers. Then he plunged the needle completely through one.

Jordan and I yelled from the shock of what we saw, while Dean screamed from the pain and thrashed against the ropes.

Alex said, "That sounded good. How about another time."

Horrified, I watched as Alex drove the second needle through the other nipple. Dean screamed again and after struggling for a few seconds, partly collapsed and hung limply from the ropes. Alex ran his finger through the blood and wrote 'SLAVE' with it on Dean's chest.

Alex said, "Mike I hope you're enjoying this. Dean knows what real pain is and he loves it, don't you Dean?"

Dean pulled himself up as much as he could and with tears running down his cheeks into his mouth, said, "Yes, Master." We could hear Alex laughing in the background.

"One more thing."

Alex hung a bunch of fishing weights from loops he put around each of Dean's nipples. Dean moaned when Alex dropped the weights stretching his nipples down.

"Oh, that's not enough, Little Brother." He yanked on the weights, making Dean scream again. "That's more like it."

Alex moved the camera again so we could see all of Dean's body. Then he said, "Now the good part."

Picking up a paddle, he began to spank Dean. At first, the spanks weren't hard, but he increased the force until Dean's hips were being driven forward each time the wood cracked against his bare butt.

Jordan said, "Wait. Back it up. Look at Dean's penis."

"What are you talking about? I don't want to see it again."

"I don't either, but back it up to just after Alex starts to paddle him."

When I did, Jordan pointed to the screen. "Look. Dean's getting an erection. I can't believe it. How can that happen with the pain he must be in?"

After each blow, Dean slowly became erect. By about the fifteenth spank, he was completely hard and screaming each time the paddle hit his bare butt. The whole scene horrified me and I felt as if I wanted to throw up. As I reached for the mouse to cut it off, Jordan silently pointed.

A surging fountain of semen arched from Dean's penis and he screamed even louder as his body convulsed with each shot. At the same time, Alex stopped spanking. Dean had an orgasm without anyone touching his penis.

I fell back into my chair completely exhausted from the emotional impact of what I'd just seen. Sure, there were pictures like this on the web, but this was Dean, my best friend and I knew what I had seen was real.

The garage scene blacked out and was replaced with a view of Dean with Alex's penis in his mouth. Alex grabbed a handful of Dean's hair and turned his head toward the camera.

"Mike, what you've seen is what I want. Nothing feels as good. My master says that you want to talk to me. He says next Saturday afternoon you can, but you'll have to take part in a scenario, first. You, too, Jordan. Alex promises that he won't hurt you. Send me an email."

The DVD ended. Jordan got up and left, leaving me leaning on my desk silently crying. What had happened to Dean and was I responsible for it?

That evening, I didn't eat much for dinner and went to my room to read. Jordan came in and lay beside me for several hours, but didn't say anything. At about t 10 o'clock, he got up and went to bed.

I felt someone shaking my shoulder and when I turned over, I saw Jordan standing beside my bed. His hands were empty and he was naked, but he didn't have an erection as he usually did.

"No. Not tonight. How can you think of that after what we've seen?"

"I'm not. I just want to sleep with you. Please?"

I didn't know what he was up to, but I raised the blankets so he could slide in beside me. He scooted up next to me so our bare skin pressed warmly against each other.

Before I could get back to sleep, he said, "What's going on with Dean do you think?"

I sighed. "Jordan, didn't I tell you not to jabber at me in bed?"

"You did, but I want to know what you think."

"Keep it up and I'll kick you out."

"Please, Mike. I know you like him a lot. You must have some ideas." He reached over my chest and began to rub my belly, running his hand down to my soft penis.

"If I tell you, will you be quiet?"

"Yes. I promise."

"I read on the web that there are some people called masochists who like to be hurt. It makes sex better. Sometimes that the only way they can have an orgasm." "You've got to be kidding. So Dean really likes having Alex beat him? That's crazy."

"I know, but that's what it looks like it. Then there are people who like causing pain who are called sadists. There's no doubt in my mind that's what Alex is. He likes to hurt people."

"That would explain a lot. I thought he was playing Dean's games to seriously."

"You can say that again. I don't know what to do. I'm thinking of sending the DVD to Dean's parents."

"That's kind of risky isn't it? Dean and Alex both mention us by name. If you do that, we'll have to talk about our part in this whole thing."

"I know, but I'm afraid that Alex will really hurt Dean. Or maybe kill him by accident. The web article says that can happen in rare cases."

"Oh, man."

"I haven't decided to do it yet. Maybe I'll wait until I talk to Dean."

"Probably a good idea."

Jordan settled in bed and leaned against me. I reached over and began to rub my hand over his smooth skin. As I did, we both fell asleep.

Chapter Seventeen

I woke up early the next morning alone. Alex had a soccer game and left with Mom while Dad went to the golf course. I slid out of bed, into my bathroom and then took a shower.

After cleaning up the bathroom and my room, I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Since no one was home, I didn't get dressed and padded around the house naked. It was the first time I'd ever done that and I was surprised at how good it felt – sort of like a new freedom – although in the back of my mind, there was a little nervousness in case someone came home early. Interestingly, the thought of being caught naked was exciting to me and I almost wished someone would catch me at it. I ate breakfast, went to my room and closed and locked the door so I wouldn't be interrupted. Then I turned on my computer and while I waited for it to boot, I wondered what it would be like to not wear clothes all the time the way people do in nudist camps.

I went to the internet and did a Google search for 'nudist' and found out they preferred to be called 'naturists'. There were a lot of web sites and I went to a dozen or so and read about the camps and their philosophy. Most had pictures, but they were of adults and very little kids, but no pictures of teenagers. Didn't naturism include kids my age? It didn't look like it.

I searched and only found pictures of kids about my brother's age and not very many of those. For a long time, I surfed and thought about spending whole days at a resort, wondering if I'd get erections all the time. Probably not since most of the people in the pictures were not attractive at all; especially the hairy men and fat women. After looking at pictures like that, I decided some people would do the world a favor by keeping their clothes on.

The doorknob rattled interrupting my research. Jordan called through the door, "Mike, you in there? Why is your door locked?"

"Is your game over already?"

"Yeah. Mom dropped me off and then went shopping."

Getting up, I unlocked the door and opened it a crack. "You alone?"

"Uh huh. Why?"

"Okay, come on in."

Jordan came in and said, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I got up and after I took a shower I decided not to get dressed since no one was home. Actually, I kind of like it."

He shrugged. "Whatever. Can I use your shower?"

"Yeah, but don't make a mess."

"Okay, I'll clean up." He walked into my bathroom pulling off his jersey as he went.

I sat back down at my computer and kept looking for nudist pictures. A little later, I heard the shower stop followed by Jordan coming into my room with wet hair and carrying his clothes.

He said, "I'll be right back after I put this stuff in the dirty clothes hamper."

When he came back, I heard him close and then lock the door. Curious, I turned around in my chair from my computer and saw he was naked and carrying the lengths of rope we had been using to practice tying each other.

I said, "What are you doing?"

"We have a couple of hours before we have to go to Dean's, so as long as we were both naked, I thought you could show me more about how you and Dean tied each other up."

"I suppose, but tying each other is only for fun. If it starts to turn into what happened with Alex, it's over. Understand?"

"Yeah. I don't want to do that. I like being tied up and the feel of the ropes on my body and being helpless. It's even better when you suck my dick."

"All right, but you'll have to be careful and not to tie anything too tight that cuts off circulation or anything around each other's neck."

"That's a good idea. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

For the next hour and a half, I'd tie Jason and let him struggle for a few minutes before untying him. Then he'd tie me the same way under my direction. His knots and ties improved in that time and he was almost as good as Dean was by the time we got done. What was interesting was that neither of us got an erection even though I thought I would because I always did when Dean tied me up.

Finally we got dressed, hid the ropes between my mattress and box springs and went down to the garage to get our bikes. As we rode to Dean's I was worried about what Alex had come up with. That DVD of him beating Dean worried and scared me. He could seriously injure someone that way. What I couldn't understand was why Dean had an orgasm while Alex hurt him.

A few blocks from Dean's house an ambulance went by us with flashing lights and blaring siren. I didn't think too much of it since seeing an ambulance on the street wasn't all that unusual. Just as Jordan and I came to the last corner where we could see Dean's house, we saw the ambulance had backed up in Dean's driveway and parked next to Dean's parent's car.

Shocked, we both stopped and moved behind some shrubs where we could watch and not be easily seen. Jordan said, "I thought their parents were going to be gone all weekend like always."

"They must have come back early and surprised them."

"Man, I wonder what Dean and Alex were doing when they walked in on them?"

I shook my head. "It's more like what Alex was doing to Dean. I'm glad we weren't there."

Two paramedics came out of the house pushing a stretcher with someone on it. I couldn't see who it was, but from his size, I was sure it was be Dean. After a brief delay, Alex and his parents came out and got into their car. The ambulance pulled out of the drive followed by the rest of Dean's family.

Jordan and I stepped back farther so we wouldn't be noticed, but the ambulance turned away from us at the corner where we were hiding. I stood watching the lights of the ambulance until they disappeared.

Pulling on my sleeve, Jordan said, "We'd better get home."

We rode as fast as we could home and ran up to my room. I said, "I don't know what Dean and Alex are going to tell their parents, but I hope they don't mention us."

"Yeah, that would be bad. What should we do?"

"All we can do is wait, I guess. In the meantime, we should get rid of all the pictures, email and text messages we can."

"You're right. Let's get going."

We spent the next two hours going through and deleting everything we had that might connect us with Dean and Alex. I took the ropes back to the garage and we found a place above the ceiling tiles in Jordan's closet where we could hang the cuffs from a nail behind a stud. No one could find them even if they looked above the tiles.

The rest of the afternoon Jordan and I went to the park to play soccer, watched a movie and played video games. There were no phone calls.

That night I went to bed at about seven-thirty and lay on my bed reading. Jordan came in a half-hour later wearing his Spiderman pajamas and carrying a soccer magazine. When he sat on the bed with me, I held up my book up so it would look like I was still reading and said, "We need to act just like always. If it looks like we're getting along, even if Dean and Alex say we were with them, maybe no one will believe them."

Alex said, "Maybe, unless they have any pictures that they said they got rid of or that DVD."

"Yeah. Anyway there's nothing else we can do."

We followed our usual Sunday routine and that night sat on my bed reading again. I was wearing soccer shorts and a tee-shirt and Jordan was wearing pajamas again.

There was a knock on the door and I said, "Come on in."

Dad came in and sat on the edge of the bed. "I got a phone call from Dean's father this afternoon."

My stomach got queasy and I had a hard time staying calm, although I managed a normal tone of voice when I said, "Really? I only met him once or twice. He was never there when I was with Dean."

"That may have been the problem." Dad ran his fingers through his hair, something he always did when he was stressed. "I'm not sure what happened, but Dean and Alex had some kind of fight and Dean was seriously injured. Weren't you and Dean close friends?"

"Well, we were, but over the summer, he's been acting strange. You know, not emailing or answering his phone." I was surprised I could say something like that so easily, but I guess it was true – sort of – even if I left out a lot.

"Anyway, Dean's father told me that they were all going into family counseling to see if they could work out their problems. He said that much of the problem was with him and his wife not being there for the boys."

"So how's Dean?"

"He'll be fine. Apparently, he wasn't hurt as bad as they thought. They came home early and when they saw what was going on, they panicked. Dean's father asked me to tell you not to try and contact Dean and he'll get in touch with you later depending on how the counseling goes."

"Okay. As long as Dean's okay. Before this summer we were best friends."

"I know." He reached over and put one hand on Jordan's shoulder. "Listen, you two, I'm glad you two are getting along, but there may be times where you may have problems because you're both going through changes that are sometimes hard to understand. If you need to talk, let me know and we'll spend as much time as necessary. I want you to stay friends as well as brothers. Okay?"

Jordan said, "Sure, Dad. We will."

I nodded and he got up and left my room, closing the door. I said, "So far, it looks like Dean and Alex are going to leave us out of it."

Jordan said, "Maybe, but we still need to be careful. We have to act more normal than usual."

"You're right and then wait and see what this counseling turns up."

Every night after that, Jordan would come to my room, sit on my bed next to me and read. Each night Jordan would wear something different. Sometimes pajamas then shorts and occasionally just his underwear and a big tee-shirt, but I wasn't sure what his point was.

Also, without fail, either Dad or Mom would look in on us and make some pointless conversation. It was obvious they were checking on us, but I wasn't worried about what they would see other than what Jordan was wearing or wasn't wearing as the case may be.

About two weeks after Dean was taken to the hospital, Mom looked in to see what we were doing when Jordan was wearing only his white y-front underwear. She talked to Jordan about his soccer game and left.

The door closed and I said, "Aren't you embarrassed wearing only underwear when Mom's in here?"

"Naw. I'm in sixth grade remember? Sixth graders always run around the house in just their underwear."

"Whatever. She didn't seem to care anyway."

"See, I told you.

Right then, my cell phone I'd left on my desk next to my computer beeped telling me someone had sent a text message. I got up and looked at the phone display. I ran back to my bed and flopped down next to Jordan.

Holding the phone up I said, "Look, it's Dean."

We put our heads together and read:

Mike. Not supposed 2 do this. I'm ok. YR ok 2. No worry.

Jordan said, "What does he mean by that?"

"I think he's telling us that neither he nor Alex will say anything about what you and I were doing with them. They'll keep that much to themselves. They probably have enough problems to work out of their own."

"That's a relief. If they can stick to it."

"I know. We'll have to keep waiting and just see what happens."

For the next two weeks, we kept up being normal and after a while, I got to where I looked forward to having Jordan sitting and reading next me every night.

On a Friday night, Jordan came into my room carrying a book and wearing only underwear again. He settled next to me and said, "I'm going to pretend to fall asleep before Mom or Dad comes in. Just tell them I can sleep with you tonight. Since I'm so tired, it would be too much trouble for them to move me back to my room."

I shrugged, wondering what he had in mind. "Whatever, I don't mind."

Jordan had just settled down shamming sleep less than a minute before Dad looked in. He said, "Jordan must have been tired."

"Yeah, he was. He doesn't usually fall asleep like that." When Dad started to pick him up to take him back to his room, I said, "He can stay there, I don't mind."

Dad picked up a quilt from the rack at the end of my bed and covered Jordan. "As long as you don't care." He left and closed the door.

Jordan lifted his head and said, "He gone?"

"Yeah. What are you up to?"

He looked around the room and when he saw the closed door he slid between the sheets on my bed and wiggled out of his underwear. "I want to sleep with you again. I missed that."

Sighing, I said, "As long as you don't jabber."

"I won't if you'll take your clothes off when you go to bed."

"All right, but make sure we get up early enough that Mom and Dad don't find out we're naked in bed together. That would be hard to explain."

The weeks passed and school started, and still no word from Dean or anyone else so Jordan I and relaxed more. Most weekends he would sleep with me and I found that I enjoyed having his naked body pressed up against mine. We didn't have sex, but we frequently rubbed each other's backs, butts, chests and bellies before we went to sleep.

In the middle of the week, I was sleeping alone when I felt someone shaking my shoulder and whispering my name. I turned over and Jordan standing next to my bed naked with an erection and the cuffs dangling from his hands.

"Jordan! What are you doing?"

"I want you to give me a blow job like before. Sleeping with you and not having sex is driving me nuts."

"We can't do that. What if Mom and Dad find out?"

"They won't. Not if we're careful. Please, Mike. I can do it by myself, but it's not the same as when you do it to me."

The cuffs swung from his hand reflecting the moonlight coming through my window. The more I looked at them the more I realized I missed the feel of the hard, cold metal around my wrists and ankles. The thought of having a penis in my mouth again, even though it wasn't Dean's made me slide out of bed, put my hands behind my back and kneel down on the carpet.

Jordan locked the cuffs on and stood in front of me where I could reach him. "Finally. I've been waiting for this for a long time. Go real slow and make it last."

He grabbed a handful of hair on each side of my head and guided my mouth to his erection. When I felt the blunt end of his penis hit my lips, I opened eagerly to take it in. Jordan thrust his hips forward and his entire penis went into my mouth and my lips kissed the hairless skin around his penis while my chin bumped the testicles in his scrotum.

Even though he said he wanted me to go slow, he had an orgasm in less than a minute, shooting tiny spurts of semen. He pulled his penis out of my mouth, turned around and pushed his butt into my face.

"You can thank me now. Call me 'Big Brother'."

I leaned forward and twice I said, "Thank you, Big Brother." While I kissed a bare cheek.

"That's good. Now my feet."

It because the handcuffs on my wrists were chained to the ankle cuffs, I couldn't reach his feet with my lips so he pushed me over onto my side. I kissed each of his feet and thanked him at the same time.

Jordan sat on the floor next to me and grabbed my erection in his hand. I tried to squirm away from him saying, "Be careful. That's too rough."

He said, "Oh, sorry."

Jordan gently began to stroke my penis and moved his hand faster and faster as I drove my hips in to his hand and gritted my teeth to hold in any audible moans. I had a huge orgasm and Jordan caught my semen in his hand.

Holding his hand to my face, he said, "Clean this off."

When I did, he unlocked the cuffs and went back to his room.

Before falling asleep and for most of the day on Saturday, I thought about where Jordan and I should go with our tie-up games and the sex. Since I was sure I could never have sex again with Dean, I made a decision.

That weekend, I went to Jordan's soccer game and when Mom dropped us off at home, we went up to my room. I had prepared so as soon as Jordan went in to take a shower, I got out what I would need from between my mattress.

Jordan came out of the bathroom carrying his clothes and I said, "As long as you're naked, how about some tying up practice?"

"Sure. I need to practice my knots."

"Okay, I'll go first as soon as you put your uniform in the dirty clothes hamper."

"Be right back."

While he was gone, I arranged my ropes planned out what I was going to do. He came back into my room and locked the door behind him.

"That's good. Stand over here beside my bed, turn around and put your hands behind your back."

He did and I crossed his wrists and tied them snuggly together. Holding his shoulders, I turned him around. I took a length of rope, doubled it and wrapped it around his waist, tying it in front. I took the free ends of the rope and ran one rope on each side of his genitals and pushed it between his legs. Stepping behind him, I pulled the rope up so it disappeared into his butt crack. I pulled the rope tight and tied the ends round the rope that encircled his waist.

"Is that all right?"

"Yeah, that's good. It feels funny but I like it. Can you pull my cheeks apart so it settles in better?"

I did and then had him lie on my bed face down. I tied his legs together at the ankles, above the knees and below the knees. Turning him on his side I pulled his ankles up to his wrists and tied them there with the ends of the rope that ran between his legs forcing him into a hogtie position. Next I took a length of cord and tied his big toes together.

Reaching down I took his penis in my hand and began to stroke it. "How's that feel?"

"This is great, keep going. You've never tied me this tight before. I can't move anything."

"Good that's what I had in mind." I continued to stroke his penis making him moan and wiggle on my bed. When it looked like he was going to have an orgasm, I quit.

Immediately, began to struggle and trash around trying to finish his orgasm, but he couldn't. He almost fell off of my bed, but I caught him in time and slid him back on near the edge.

I got the chair from my computer desk and said, "Now let's talk. If you want to play tie-up games the way Dean and I were we have to agree on some rules. Okay?"

He nodded still breathing hard from his interrupted orgasm, but managed to say, "Sure. That makes sense. Can't you untie me first?"

"Nope. If we can't work out an agreement, this will be last time we ever do this."

"Wait, that's not what I want."

"Maybe not, but that's what we're going to do. First, we'll play tie-up games only as long as both of us want to do it. Do you like it when I have sex with you?"

"Yeah, sure. That's lots better than masturbating."

"All right then. If that's the case, whatever I do to you, you'll have to do to me and vice-versa with no complaining. That okay so far?"

"Well, I can do that as long as you let me take my time."

"No problem. Next, this is just for us two and we'll never ask anyone else to play. Also, we'll never do anything that will hurt each other and we'll be extremely careful not to let anyone else know what we're doing nor will we take any pictures, videos or record of it."

"That's fine with me. That's where Dean and Alex got into trouble."

"Lastly, we never do it when Mom or Dad might catch us or even have any suspicion of what we're doing. If that means we don't do anything for days or weeks, that's how it'll have to be."

"I don't have any problems with that. Now will you untie me? It's getting uncomfortable."

"Sure, as soon as you do something for me." With both hands I lifted his head and pushed my hips toward his face.

He tried to turn away, but I held his head tightly. "Are you going against the rules already? I did you last night so it's my turn."

Jordan sighed. "You're right, but I don't really like to give you blow jobs. I don't like the taste."

"Too bad. If I'm going to do you, you'll have to do me or we stop right now."

"You win, but let me go at my own speed. Also, could you shave off your pubic hair again?"

"Not now that school's started. I'd have a hard time explaining that when I take a shower in P.E. class. I will trim it back so it's not bushy, though."

"Okay, that should be okay. I don't like having hair in my mouth. Go ahead, but let me take my time."

With one hand I held his head and with the other I lifted my semi-soft penis and pressed it against his lips. "Open up, and when you get done. I'll untie you."

I looked down as my penis disappeared into Jordan's mouth and my erection grew. The warm wetness closing around my erection was wonderful. It wasn't Dean, but I'd be satisfied with Jordan. I wondered how long we could do this together and looked forward to sex with Jordan no matter long as it lasted.

The end