Chapter 1

I've been meaning to write this down for ages. Apologies in advance for any rambling, I'm writing based on memories and the order of said memories isn't always linear. I'll try to update regularly until I get to the end. Feel free to ask any questions and I'll do my best to answer them.

I've always known I was into boys ever since I hit puberty. Other boys were starting to get interested in girls and I was more interested in their younger brothers.

The first time I ever did anything with my brother was when I was 13 and he was about 7. We'd been playing out in the back yard at my grandmother's house and he was being generally silly, so I told him next time he was silly I'd take him behind the garage and pull his pants down and smack his bottom. Of course, very shortly after he was silly again and giggled at me, daring me to take action. So, I took his arm and led him behind the garage, quickly pulled his pants down and gave him a light smack on his behind.

He thought that was funny and shortly after, when we were out playing again, he started to be silly again. So once again I took him behind the garage, pulled his pants down and smacked his bum. This became a game for him and, after a while, each time he misbehaved I'd take things a little further – a few more smacks, a bit harder, pants down for longer, eventually culminating in stripping him completely naked and smacking him quite hard and fondling his little cock and balls. Eventually it was time to go home so, after reminding him not to tell anyone or he'd get in trouble, we went home, and I spent the next few days furiously jerking off thinking about it.

Nothing else happened for a few months until one day when our parents were out for a couple of hours I initiated a game which involved each of us removing a piece of clothing each time we lost (I don't remember what the game was now but I know I made sure to lose regularly enough that he felt like he had a chance – of course I made sure he was the first one nude). Once he was nude I offered the choice of finishing the game or continuing with him doing some dares instead of removing clothes. He was always wanting to play with me so agreed and so I let him win the next round making me nude too. Then we continued, and I won more than I lost, getting to get a good feel of his cock and balls and ass, daring him to run around the back yard naked (it's a well-hidden yard so he couldn't be seen unless a neighbour was hanging over the fence), and finally kissing the tip of my cock. His victories allowed him to feel my cock and make me also go outside nude.

After that I started suggesting it as a regular game whenever our parents were out, and we played probably every 2-3 weeks doing much the same each time. As I said he was a typical younger brother always wanting attention from his older brother so would agree to most things. Occasionally I'd let him have an overall win where he got me naked first or got me to do more dares than him (this resulted in him getting to see me jerking off), but mostly I won, and he did more than me.

That continued on and off for a couple of years until one day, when he was 9, I finally built up the courage to take things further. I'd been thinking about it for ages but hadn't dared take the risk. The game started as usual and, once we were both naked and had done some of the other usual dares, I made him lose again. This time I dared him to let me put my cock in his mouth. He was a bit hesitant, but he'd already kissed it several times, so he agreed to do it. Then when he had my cock in his mouth and looked up at me I quickly snapped a picture. I didn't say anything more at the time but just let the game continue until it ended with me jerking off while he watched.

The next day, having safely stored the picture away, I showed him a copy. He was a bit freaked out, not having realised that I'd taken it. I asked him what his friends would say if they saw it and he began to panic and begged me not to show them. I reassured him and told him that there was no need for anyone to see it as long as he did what I told him. He looked a bit confused but said OK. Firstly, I told him that he had to take all his clothes off.

He asked why but I said, "You have to do as I say, anyway you've been nude in front of me before".

So, after a couple of minutes he undressed, and I had him pose in several different positions while taking pictures of him, including a few more with my cock in his mouth and near his ass. He complained when he saw me taking them but I just reminded him that he had to do as I said."

Once I'd done that I said, "Now there's a whole lot of photos that I am sure you don't want anyone to see. As long as you do what I say I'll keep them hidden, but if you don't do what you're told or tell anyone I'll show them to everyone you know."

I think at that point he started to realise he was in trouble and started to beg me to get rid of the pictures. I said I'd think about it but first he had to suck my cock. He looked confused at that, not knowing what I meant, so I explained to him that it meant he had to let me put my cock in his mouth again and he had to suck on it until I came. He knew what that meant as he'd seen me jerking off several times and asked if I was going to pee in his mouth. I explained that it wasn't pee and wouldn't hurt him and that yes, I was going to do it in his mouth. After a few minutes of arguing ending with me picking up the original picture to take downstairs to show people he agreed and let me put my cock in his mouth. I tried to coach him to suck it and he tried (never getting much more than the head in his mouth) and I basically jerked off into his mouth (which was still a pretty amazing experience at the time). When I came, he pulled away and spat it out. I told him he'd been pretty good and that next time I'd teach him how to do it better and that he had to learn to swallow my cum in future.

He said, "next time?"

I explained that I would continue to think about destroying the pictures, but he had to "convince" me by doing what I wanted. After that I let him get dressed and he went to his room.

Chapter 2

I spent the next few days in a bit of a panic, thinking he was sure to tell on me. But nothing happened, and he continued to act normally around the house and interacted with me as normal.

After a few days my horniness got the better of me and the next time my parents were out of the house I went to his room and told him to undress.

For the first time since I'd started playing with him he responded with a sullen, "I don't want to".

I quickly responded, "So you want me to send the pictures to your friends?" and his face fell.

Without another word he stripped, and I started to play with his cock and balls.

I stroked him until he got hard then pointed to it and said, "See you do like it".

He blushed, and I made sure to get some more pics with his cock hard and with him playing with it. I spent some time posing him in different parts of the house and in the back yard, making sure to keep him hard the whole time and also got some pics of him holding his ass cheeks open.

Eventually I couldn't wait any longer and told him to suck my cock again.

He looked at me and asked, "How many times am I gonna have to do this, so you get rid of the pictures?"

I smiled and said, "As many as I want you to."

He looked sad but didn't argue and opened his mouth to take my cock. This time I took it a bit slower and spent some time instructing him on what to do, how to move his mouth up and down and use his tongue while sucking. He still didn't get very much past the tip, but he followed all my instructions as best he could. Before long I could feel myself building up and showed him how to jerk me a bit while he was sucking.

I leaned down and whispered to him, "Don't forget you have to swallow this time."

He blinked but kept going and soon I was shooting. He reflexively tried to pull away, but I held his head on as I came in his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, but some spilled out and ran down his chin. I continued to hold him on telling him to lick the tip of my cock to make sure it was clean. When he was done I pulled out and looked at him. He looked incredibly hot with cum on his chin and tears in his eyes. I reached down and wiped the cum off his chin and pushed it in his mouth.

"Can't let this go to waste," I told him.

He didn't argue and swallowed it and looked up at me until I told him to go get dressed.

Over the next month I got into a bit of a routine with him. Every 2-3 days, whenever we had some 'alone time', I'd find him, make him strip, and play some games with him. Pretty much the same stuff he'd been doing on and off for the past couple of years but without me 'losing' and doing dares for him. Each time we played I got some more pictures and each time we finished with him sucking me off. Each time I made sure to give him instructions to improve his blow job technique, including taking time out to lick my balls. After a couple of weeks, he got to the point where I didn't have to get involved at all, he could get me off by himself with just his mouth and hands and, with my hands now free, I took the opportunity to get a number of pictures of him sucking me. I also taught him to hold my cum in his mouth and show me before he swallowed.

It wasn't long though, before the occasions when my parents were out weren't enough for me. One day, it must have been about 6 weeks in, I was extra horny (remember I was a teenager) and so I went to his room and told him to strip.

"But mum and dad are downstairs," he complained.

"Then you'd better be quick, so they don't come up and find you," was my response.

I wasn't too worried about the risk as my parents rarely came upstairs, that was 'our' part of the house. And even on the rare occasion they did come up you could hear them coming up the stairs, so I knew I'd have time to cover up. He was still hesitating though, so I grabbed him and started to pull his shirt off.

"I said strip. I don't want to have to wait" I told him.

He quickly realised I was serious and got his clothes off. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.

"Suck it" I ordered.

And he did. That was my best cum for some time, knowing my parents were downstairs. Once I'd finished I picked up his clothes and put them at the top of the stairs.

"Because you didn't do as I said quickly enough," I said, "you can get dressed somewhere a bit more open."

Again, there was limited risk. He couldn't actually be seen from where he was and there'd be plenty of warning if someone came. But he didn't realise that and was pretty panicked as he quickly got dressed.

After that, sucking became a daily chore for him. Whenever I was horny I'd find him and make him undress and suck me in either his bedroom or mine. On days that I was feeling extra daring I'd make him strip in his room and then walk naked to my room to suck me, leaving his clothes behind. I also started putting my hands down his pants on various occasions to play with him, making him hard. Even downstairs when there were opportunities when no one was around. I'd get him hard and leave him to sit in discomfort worried that someone would walk into the room and see.

Chapter 3

One of the things I've realised as I've been writing this down is just how slowly I took things at first. It was probably nearly seven or eight months after his first blow job that I raised the idea of fucking him. He was (naturally enough) terrified by the idea but I reminded him that he didn't have a choice. So, I began to use my fingers in his asshole. Each day, when I decided it was playtime, he would strip and, among the other games I played, I would spend some time fingering him. First with just one finger and, after a couple of weeks, I began to insert two. The other stuff we'd been doing after the initial mutual games he didn't enjoy and was generally embarrassed by, but this was the first thing I'd done that he found painful.

By this stage I was incredibly keen to fuck him and, after probably a month of fingering I began trying to push my cock head into him when our parents were out. At first, he clenched so tightly, even after having two fingers in, that I couldn't get in. It probably didn't help that as a teen I wasn't really aware of the idea of lube, so all I was using was a bit of spit. Most sessions ended up with him in tears as he sucked me.

Finally, one day I pushed against him and felt him open up and the tip of my cock slid into him. Of course, his immediate reaction was to scream with pain and pull away from me, resulting in my cock coming straight back out. I settled him down and reassured him that that was the worst it would get (not that I actually knew that, of course) and that after a minute or so he'd get used to it. I got him back into position and tried again. This time my cock went in a bit easier and, despite some gasps of pain from him, I managed to keep it in. I only went as far as the tip and held it there for a minute as he got used to it. As he seemed to settle down I began to thrust a bit. Not pushing too far, I think I only got a couple of inches in that first time. I quickly got into a rhythm and it only took me about a minute to cum. I pulled out and he curled up on the bed crying. I comforted him and told him how good it had felt and how proud I was that he'd done it.

He said, "Do you have to do it again?".

I told him that of course I had to do it again because it felt so good. And that before long I would be able to put my whole cock into him. He begged me not to, so I offered him a deal. For the next month, I would only fuck him three times a week, but in return he was no longer allowed to use his hands when he was giving me a blow job. He could only get me off with his mouth. He protested a bit, but I reminded him that the alternative was me fucking him every day, so he quickly accepted, and I sent him off to clean up.

It took him a while to master getting me off with just his mouth, with the immediate result being much longer lasting blow jobs for me. And three times a week I fucked him, each time pushing a little deeper, until by about the fourth time I could get all six inches [15 cm] into him. It continued to cause him pain and he usually ended up in tears.

To my surprise, the fact that it hurt him turned me on. I didn't understand it at the time, but looking back I can see that this was when I first realised that causing pain was a turn on for me. After a month I reminded him that the deal for three times a week was only for a month so now I was going to fuck him whenever I wanted. Of course, his side of the deal (mouth only for blow jobs) didn't change. That was just the way things were now.

So now, just a few weeks from his tenth birthday, he was sucking me off once a day and getting fucked most days as well (I'd have fucked him every day if I could but he was still making a fair bit of noise, so I had to choose my opportunities carefully) and that became the new routine. I was getting far more than I'd ever dreamed of, but I was still unsatisfied. Fortunately, although I didn't know at the time, his birthday was about to bring a change that would allow me to do more.

Chapter 4

So I settled into a new routine, generally starting each morning by going into his room for a blowjob and fooling around with him after school in any way I could. I wasn't able to fuck him every day as he was still making a fair amount of noise and, with my parents around, it was too risky. But they would leave us alone often enough that I was able to fuck him 3 or 4 times a week (although some of those were fairly rushed).

A few weeks after his 10th birthday, mum and dad sat me down for a talk. They'd decided that with my brother now 10 I was considered responsible enough to look after him regularly. When I had first started molesting my brother, I'd made the decision to act as a model child when my parents were around (doing homework without prompting, doing chores without fuss, etc). I figured that if my brother ever let anything slip, I'd have a much better chance of denying things if I was considered the 'good son'. So, with that in mind, mum was going to go back to full-time work. This meant that I would be responsible for walking from my school to my brother's school to pick him up each day and walk him home, ensuring that he got his homework done, and generally keeping an eye on him until they got home between 6:30 and 7pm [18:30-19:00] each night. Of course, my imagination immediately went wild with possibilities. I quickly agreed and told my parents that I would do everything I could to help out (the perfect son).

A few weeks later mum started work. I picked my brother up from school and walked him home. When we got there, I took him to my room. He had already figured out that with mum and dad out every day I'd want to fuck him, so he immediately started begging me not to. I told him to shut up and strip off. When he was naked, I told him that because we had the house to ourselves every day, I'd be setting some rules for him.

1. As soon as he got home each day, he was to strip naked and remain that way until we heard our parents' car pull into the garage.
2. He had 30 minutes each day to complete his homework (which was plenty of time for the amount he usually got). After he finished his homework, he had to come to my room while I worked on my homework. During that time, I would have him lick my balls or sit and jerk himself off.
3. If he needed to go to the toilet, he had to come and get me, and I would watch him go. I made it clear that I didn't want him going at school or holding it until our parents were around. I expected to see him piss every day and shit at least once every 2 days. He was incredibly embarrassed about doing that in front of me.
4. After I had finished my homework was play time. Depending on my mood that generally meant him spending time around the house and backyard jerking himself, fingering himself and inserting various objects up his ass, posing for photos, skinny dipping in the pool (in summer).
5. Finally, when I'd finished fooling around with him, it was fuck time. I took the opportunity of an empty house to fuck him in every room. He'd already been fucked in his bedroom and mine, but now I fucked him in the lounge while watching tv, on the dining room table and kitchen bench, in our parents' bed, in the laundry and bathroom. So, after a while, there was no place in the house he could go that wasn't associated with sex. I'd got tired of using my own spit to lube my cock, so I taught him to use his mouth to wet me down before a fuck. He complained about that (he complained about everything) but I made it clear that if he didn't want to get me wet I'd just fuck him without anything which would hurt more. So, he'd quickly given in on that.

After a while I also started teaching him to be more responsive during sex. I taught him how to kiss, not just to open his mouth and let me push my tongue in, but to kiss back and use his tongue too. I taught him to push his ass back against me as I thrust into him. He still didn't enjoy it but began to learn to perform as though he was into it.

On Thursday afternoons, he didn't have any homework. So, on that day I began taking him to other places instead of straight home. We went to the local park and some local bush areas. At the park I would make him remove his undies and play on the climbing equipment for a while. He was always scared someone would see up his shorts, but I don't think anyone ever did. When I was bored with that I'd take him into the toilets and make him strip in the stalls and put his clothes into his school bag. On days when there weren't many people around I would make him come out of the stall and jerk and finger himself while I watched from the door to make sure no one was coming. And of course, regardless of who else was around, I'd go into the stall with him for a blow job. It wasn't a very busy park so there were never many people around, but there were occasions when he was naked and sucking me off while someone was taking a piss in the urinal. That was always a turn on for me. Once I even took him to the toilets at the local shopping centre and had him strip and suck me. That was really busy, with people coming in and out all the time and even someone using the stall next to us. That was incredibly scary for him and a major turn on for me, but the risk was too great, so I only did that once.

More fun was when I took him to the local bushland. This was a big national park with some walking trails and lots of bushes. It wasn't widely used so was pretty safe to do stuff with him there, and even if someone came along it was easy to hide and not be seen. So, on the days we went there I'd strip him and put his clothes in his bag and take him for a walk, leaving his bag behind. I'd make him stand on a trail or in a clearing and jerk and finger himself. And, since it was reasonably remote, I could fuck him there without worrying about being heard. He hated being nude outdoors, especially with his clothes usually a long way away so he couldn't quickly get dressed.

Chapter 5

Up to this point he really hadn't resisted much, other than whining and crying. But one day, when I told him to lick my asshole he freaked out, yelled "no" at me and ran to his room.

I gave him a minute or so then followed him and reminded him about all the pics I had to show his friends.

He burst into tears and said, "I can't do it, it's disgusting."

I said, "No it's not. I washed it."

He continued to shake his head, so I said, "OK, I'll go and decide which pictures to share first," and walked out of his room.

He freaked out even more at this and ran after me begging "No, please don't."

I said, "It's up to you. If you don't do what I say, I have no choice."

He hesitated again so I started to turn away and he shouted "No, I'll do it!"

I turned back and said, "Do what?"

He turned red, looked down and said, "I'll lick your ass."

I said "OK, but since you didn't do what I said straight away, first I have to punish you."

He asked, "How?"

"Since it's your first punishment, I'll only give you 10 belts on your ass," I replied.

His first response was "No."

So, I told him, "Either you let me do it or I have to show the pictures, and if you don't let me do it straight away, I'll increase the punishment."

He hesitated a moment longer and I suggested, "Should I make it 15?"

He immediately said "No, I'll do it."

I made him bend over his bed with his hands above his head. I rubbed his ass and teased, "Are you ready?"

Through his tears he nodded. I pulled out my belt and swung it on his ass as hard as I could. He shrieked and immediately put his hands down behind to protect himself. I gave him a few seconds then told him to move his hands for the next one.

He sobbed and begged, "Please don't, I'll do whatever you say."

I laughed and said, "That's good, but for now I want you to move your hands, so I can finish your punishment."

He moved his hands and I gave him two more in quick succession. Again, he put his hands behind him, so I warned him that the next time he moved his hands I'd add another two strokes. To help him I had him put his hands under his chest and lie on them. I reached back and belted him again and this time kept going, leaving just a few seconds between strokes to enjoy his shrieks.

After 10 strokes I gently rubbed his ass and said, "Good boy. Now remember that next time you want to say 'no' to me."

He was crying pretty hard now, and my cock was about as hard as I could ever remember it being. I gave him a couple of minutes to recover and then asked, "Are you ready to lick my asshole now?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. I got up on his bed on my knees and bent over so my ass was raised. I pulled my cheeks apart and commanded, "Do it!"

He got up behind me and put his face near my ass. He hesitated for a while but after a prompt from me, put his face down and quickly ran his tongue up my crack. Then he pulled away, figuring he was done.

I said, "That was a good start, now go back and this time keep your tongue licking until I say otherwise."

He sobbed again but put his face down again and started licking. I gave him instructions, making sure he licked all around and focused on the hole. After a couple of minutes, I forced my hole open a bit and told him to push his tongue inside.

Again, he hesitated, so I yelled "Do it now!" and he pushed his tongue in, not far, but man did it feel good. I made him poke his tongue in and out for a minute or so then I let him stop.

I asked him what it was like and he said, "Gross."

I smiled and said to him, "Do you want to do it again, or would you like me to fuck you instead?"

He shook his head, so I said, "You have to tell me what you want."

He looked down and said quietly, "Fuck me."

I said, "OK but I think you should show some manners and ask nicely, otherwise I'll have to get you to lick my ass some more."

His tears started again but he looked at me and whimpered, "Fuck me please."

I smiled at him and said, "Of course, since you asked so nicely".

I had him get into position and give me a quick suck to get me wet and then I got behind him and pushed my cock in his ass as hard as I could. He shrieked again, and I fucked as hard as I could. I was so horny by that point that I came really quickly.

I pulled out, my cock dripping with cum and said to him "Since you like the taste of asshole so much you can lick my cock clean."

He looked at me in horror, shaking his head, but I made it clear that refusing wasn't an option. So he stuck his tongue out as far as he could and started to lick the cum off my cock. It wasn't particularly dirty, but the knowledge of where it had been made him gag in disgust.

When he'd finished I said, "Good boy," and left him, in tears.

Chapter 6

Forcing him to lick my ass and punishing him for his initial resistance marked a big change to my approach to abusing him. Prior to that, if he was reluctant, I'd always worked to persuade him to cooperate, reminding him of my hold over him, rather than outright threatening him. And when he finally did what I wanted, there had been no consequences for his reluctance. After that day I stopped giving him second chances. I made it clear that anything less than instant obedience would result in a punishment. And since I knew how much he hated licking my ass I made that a daily task for him. I also made it a rule for him to lick my cock clean after a fuck. It took him a while to accept that, and I got to belt his ass most days for the first couple of weeks, which I quickly discovered turned me on a lot. After a few weeks he worked out that arguing with me didn't stop him having to do it, and it just got his ass belted as well, so he stopped actively resisting it. But since I'd now discovered I liked punishing him I looked for ways to ensure I could keep doing it.

Initially little things like "You didn't put in enough effort in licking my ass" or "You made a face before licking my cock clean" were my excuses.

Eventually I stopped making excuses though, and just told him that I was belting him because I felt like it. Although, anything less than 100% effort on his part would still earn him an extra punishment.

He'd turned 11 by this point and, although he still hated it, things were beginning to be fairly routine for him. He rarely cried now, even beltings generally only made him whimper a bit. So, I started to look for ways to make it more interesting for me. One day, when we were down at the local bush area after school, a new idea occurred to me. I'd been making him run around nude and jerk himself in various places, when I realised I needed a piss. Without telling him what I had planned, I made him lie face up on the ground in front of me. I pulled out my cock and started pissing on his face. He freaked out and tried to put his hands over his face, but I told him to keep his hands out of the way while I finished. I made sure to get a good amount on his face, in his hair and over his chest before I finished. He was crying and begging me to let him go home and wash it off.

Of course, I said "No," and he spent another half hour running around nude before I fucked him and let him get dressed. When we got home I had him strip again and he once again begged me to let him shower.

I laughed at him and said, "You can shower in the morning."

To make things worse for him, he soon needed to piss himself, so I made him lie in the bath and piss on himself. He'd dried off by the time our parents got home, and he was allowed to get dressed but he looked very uncomfortable during dinner. That of course made me horny so later that night, after everyone was asleep, I woke him for another fuck.

Chapter 7

I quickly incorporated piss into our regular activities, usually on the days we were outdoors. I'd piss on him or make him piss on himself, let it dry, and refuse to let him shower until the following morning. It wasn't really noticeable except for a slight smell if you got really close to him but he was always really uncomfortable about being around others with piss on him. Of course, that just made it hotter for me. One Friday, as we were walking home from school, we were crossing a sports field and I stopped in the middle and told him to do a piss.

He looked confused and said, "Where?"

I said, "Right here."

He said, "People will see."

"Not if you go in your pants," I told him.

He looked at me in shock and I said to him, "If I don't see you pissing your pants by the time I count to 10 there'll be an extra punishment when you get home."

He knew I was serious and started to tear up. He was shaking but after a few seconds I could see a wet patch developing in his pants. I made him walk the rest of the way home and warned him not to try to cover the front of his pants. No one saw, but it was very scary for him. When we got home, I stripped him and threw his pants into the dryer for a few minutes then dropped them in the washing basket. I didn't do that too often but every now and then after that I'd make him piss his pants on the way home.

A couple of months before he turned 12 I got my driver's license. That gave me more freedom to take him places on the weekend to do stuff, where before my weekend fun had been limited by my parents being home and only being able to visit places in walking or cycling distance. With access to a car, I began regularly taking him "bush walking" and "to the beach". Sometimes we even did go bush walking or to the beach. But there was always an element of sex involved and he usually spent quite a large amount of time naked. Always in lonely areas where no one could see. There were a number of beach and bush areas that were harder to access than the more popular areas, so we could go to those places and rarely see anyone else. As long as I was careful, there was little risk of being seen.

One of the beaches we visited involved a lengthy walk along a fairly obscure track. After the first few times there I began to make him strip part way along the trail and leave his clothes in a bag hidden behind some bushes. Then we'd continue on to the beach and he'd spend the day naked with his clothes a long way away. I got into the habit of making him squat and do a shit in the middle of the beach and then refuse to let him have any toilet paper (which I brought along for my own use). He'd have to play around on the beach with a dirty ass for a while before I'd let him go into the water to wash himself. And of course, whenever either of us needed to piss it would go on him, although he'd usually get to wash that off too as we spent the day in and out of the water.

After he turned 12, I got permission to take him for a weekend camping. There was a nice, sheltered clearing not far from our favourite beach. I parked the car and opened his backpack, which mum had packed for him.

I pulled out all of his clothes and dumped them in the car.

"You won't be needing these".

Then I sent him behind a bush a few metres up the trail and told him to strip. I took his clothes and dumped them into the car as well, locked it and tossed him his backpack. I made him get himself hard and told him to keep himself hard as we walked to the campsite. By the time we got there I was pretty horny, so I had him suck me before we set up the tent.

When the tent was set up we built a fire and had some dinner. Then we went to bed where I had him spend some time licking my cock, balls and ass, before fucking him. I'd made it clear to him before we left that he was going to be the camp toilet, so he wasn't surprised that every time one of us needed to piss he had to get up and go outside to be pissed on. He was more surprised when I announced that I needed to do a shit the next morning and I made him lie down and did it on his chest. He was pretty grossed out by that, especially when I made him pick it up and take it away from the campsite to dispose of it. It left a few streaks on his chest which I refused to let him wash off until later in the day. When he got back, I made him clean my ass with his hands and a bucket of water, warning him that he'd be licking my ass after he was done so it had better be clean. He was pretty freaked out about this but quickly realised I was serious, so he did it. When it was his turn to shit, I made him squat and go in his hands.

We spent the day at the beach doing our usual stuff. That night when I needed to piss, he got into position for me, but I told him that I was gonna do something different. He was smart enough by this point to look scared rather than relieved but was initially confused when I got a cup and pissed into it. He honestly didn't know what I had in mind. I don't think it had ever occurred to him and the look of shock on his face when I handed it to him and told him to drink it was priceless. He refused and after arguing for a bit I took the cup off him and gave him a belting. I really went to town on him and, when I stopped and asked him if he was ready to do as I said, he was sobbing and nodded. I picked up the cup and handed it to him again. It took him a few minutes of looking at it and hesitating – he must have put it to his lips and pulled it away again a dozen times. Eventually, when I raised my belt and asked him if he needed more encouragement, he opened his mouth and took a sip. He gagged a bit but swallowed. I told him to keep going and, with ongoing 'encouragement' from me, he eventually swallowed it all. I congratulated him on being a good piss drinking faggot (which made him cry again) and took him into the tent and fucked him hard (I was pretty horny by that point).

The next day when I told him I needed to piss he looked terrified, but fortunately for him I went back to just pissing on him for that day. It was funny how relieved he was that I was doing something that, just a day ago he had absolutely hated.

Finally, it was time to go home, so we packed up the camp and headed back to the car. I left him in the bushes while I took the backpacks to the car. I think he was expecting me to bring him back some clothes, so he could get dressed but, having looked around and seen that the road was clear, I told him to come out to the car naked and he could get dressed in the car. He hesitated so I got in the car and started it and drove a few metres further away. Then I called him again and he came running. Of course, I'd 'forgotten' to unlock his door, so he had to stand there naked a little longer as I fumbled around unlocking it. As soon as he got in, I drove off, leaving him frantically trying to find his clothes and get dressed before we got back on the main road.

Chapter 8

After our camping trip introduced him to the joys of drinking piss, I made it clear to him (in case he hadn't already worked it out) that once I'd introduced him to a new task, it would go on to become a regular thing. So, a couple of times a week, among all my other fun, I'd piss into a glass and make him drink it. He'd always gag and take a long time to finish it, but since I wanted him to learn to drink straight from the source, I started setting a time limit (regularly reducing it) with a punishment for not finishing before the time limit. It took him a few weeks to even get close to the time limit, so I got to have a lot of fun belting his ass. He cried a lot and begged me to make him do something different, but I just laughed and told him he needed more practice.

After a few weeks, with a 10 second limit for a full glass, he was getting it down most of the time within the limit, although I did find other excuses for punishment, like spilling a couple of drops, or gagging (showing he wasn't enjoying himself). At that point I told him it was time to start taking it directly from my cock. He cried (he did that a lot) but knew better than to argue so he knelt down in front of me and opened his mouth. I warned him that if he spilled any, not only would he have to lick it up from the floor, but I'd give him a punishment as well. I made it clear that this would be the worst punishment he'd ever had. I'll give him credit for his effort though, he came very close that first time, but unfortunately for him the last bit just overflowed his mouth and ran down his chest. As soon as he finished swallowing, he said he was sorry and begged me not to punish him because he'd tried as hard as he could.

I calmed him down and told him that I knew he'd tried and that I was proud of him for doing so well. Just as he started to relax, I continued, "But I still have to punish you for not doing it properly".

You should have seen his face drop. He immediately began begging and offering to do all sorts of things for me, a really good ass licking, sucking my cock somewhere semi-public, going to school for a week with no underwear.

I laughed at him and said, "Thanks for those suggestions. I'll definitely try some of them soon, but I'm going to punish you first."

Then I told him to stop crying or I'd add to his punishment. Knowing I was serious, he calmed himself down as best he could (still sniffling on and off) and asked me what I was going to do. I'd specifically chosen this time because our parents were out for several hours and I was planning on having some fun. I told him to go into the shed outside and he did it without any more argument. Then I grabbed some rope I'd put aside for this, tied his hands together and threw the end of the rope over one of the ceiling beams. I pulled the rope tight, so his hands were raised and he was forced to stand on his toes, then tied the rope so he couldn't get loose. I pulled out a pair of dad's (unwashed) underpants (also prepared earlier) and shoved them in his mouth. I made it clear to him as I was putting them in his mouth that they were unwashed too which made him try to resist but a quick squeeze of his balls made him open his mouth for me. Then I pulled out my belt, showed it to him and told him that next time he drank my piss he'd better do it right. Then I started laying into him. Up to that point his beltings had been confined to his ass and I started there but then I started moving around, his back, his chest, etc. It was a good thing I'd gagged him because after a few minutes I reckon our parents would have heard him on the other side of town if I hadn't. I worked him over front and back for a good 20 minutes and by the end of it he was hanging limply and just gasping. I took a break for a few minutes then asked him if he'd had enough.

He nodded vigorously, and I smiled at him and said, "Just a few more minutes and then we'll be done."

He looked sad but relieved to know it would be over soon. But he was soon puzzled when I got some more rope and began tying each of his legs so that they were pulled well apart. Once I was done, I picked up the belt and walked in front of him. He looked worried, but I don't think he had any idea what I had planned. Then without warning I brought the belt up as hard as I could between his legs, whacking his balls. Even with the gag I'm surprised no one heard that shriek. I smiled at him and offered him a choice. 20 more belts on the balls and we were done, or he could get away with only 10 if he offered to drink every single piss I did for the next 2 weeks. Before I'd even finished speaking he'd agreed to the second option. I don't think he thought he could take 20 more.

I said, "OK so just 10 more to go then," and gave him another whack.

I took my time and made the final 10 blows take almost 10 minutes. He was almost completely out of it by the end. I untied his legs first and then his arms and he dropped to the floor and curled up in a ball sobbing. I gave him a couple of minutes then helped him to his feet and walked him into the house and put him in the bath. Afterwards I put some cream on his belt marks and told him how proud I was that he could take so much punishment and that I hoped we could do it again some time. He shuddered, but didn't say anything. About an hour later I called him and told him I needed to do a piss. He looked unhappy but didn't argue and swallowed like his life depended on it.

I told him, "it looks like you're starting to enjoy it."

He pulled a face but didn't argue. Then I told him to stand up and jerk off for me. He was OK with that, because it was one of the few things he usually enjoyed but he hadn't realised that his sore balls would make it a less than pleasant experience for him so after a couple of minutes he asked if he could stop and suck me instead.

I said, "You can suck me in a minute but first you need to cum."

He said, "But it hurts".

I said "I know, and I don't want you to take it easy. Jerk yourself as hard as you can."

He teared up but got to work and after a couple more minutes was cumming. I made him lick it up and then suck me and then I told him he could have the rest of the afternoon off.

Chapter 9

After the previous events I settled into a fairly routine life. A typical school day would be as follows:

• I'd wake up and head into his room and wake him up. He'd kneel on the floor and I'd take my morning piss into his mouth.
• After my piss I'd lie back on his bed and have him suck me. After I came, I'd go for a shower.
• While I was in the shower he had to fuck himself with a dildo I'd bought for him, while jerking off but not cumming. He never knew how long I'd be and after a couple of punishments for getting caught not doing it he seemed to learn to keep going whether I was around or not. When I came back from the shower, he was allowed to cum on himself and then he had to lick the dildo clean.
• Then we'd go down for breakfast – him still naked with cum all over his chest – our parents had gone to work by that time. We'd have breakfast together – me at the table – him naked on the floor eating his cereal like a dog from the bowl.
• Then I took him to the bathroom for a piss and a shit – he wasn't allowed to use the toilet – he had to piss on himself while lying in the bathtub and then squat on the floor and take a shit. He wiped his ass with his hand and some water from the toilet bowl. Then he'd pick up the shit off the floor and drop it in the toilet.
• Most days I'd let him go shower then, but about once a week I'd make him get dressed and go to school with the faint smell of cum and piss on his body. I'd stopped allowing him to wear underwear at that point, so he had to be careful how he sat as he wore shorts.
• After school I'd meet him. I usually picked him up in my car and as soon as he got in he had to remove his pants and get himself hard. Most days it was straight home for homework but once a week to the local bush for outdoor fun. For the outdoor fun he had to strip in the car and make a dash for the bush naked and we'd spend a couple of hours messing around. For the days we went straight home he got to put his pants on to get out of the car but had to go straight around the back and strip off by the pool and stand there naked until I came out and got him.
• As soon as he came inside, he had to get his dildo and sit on it while he did his homework. Once his homework was done, he had to come and present himself to me and ask permission to remove the dildo.
• Then it was time for me to have fun – most days we'd sit and watch tv for a bit while he licked my ass or balls and sucked my cock.
• Once I'd had enough of that I usually gave him a good fucking.
• About once a week I'd also incorporate a punishment session into our afternoon. Generally involving him being tied and belted.
• When our parents arrived home, he was allowed to run to his room and get dressed and have a fairly normal evening until bedtime.
• When bedtime arrived, he'd go to bed and strip out of his pjs and leave them on the end of his bed for me to see.
• After our parents went to bed I'd go wake him up for a night-time fuck before heading to bed myself.

Chapter 10

By the time my brother turned 13 he'd been sucking my cock regularly since 9 and getting fucked since shortly before his 10th birthday. And of course, all of the other fun games we played. Most of it was pretty routine for him now and he rarely made a fuss about anything – even punishments. Although it was clear he didn't like being punished, if I said I wanted to punish him he'd get into position or let me tie him up without fuss. His screams showed his lack of enjoyment but by that stage he no longer tried to refuse me.

Fucking was another matter entirely, his responses showed that he was starting to enjoy being fucked, even when I was rough with him. So, one day, I made a point of getting him hard and on edge and then confronted him about it. He admitted, after a bit of prodding, that being fucked turned him on, and that he enjoyed sucking me now. And after some more pushing he admitted, very embarrassed, that being forced to 'do stuff' made him horny, even when he didn't like the stuff I made him do.

"So," I said, "since you like being forced to do stuff, how would you like to make it official?"

He asked, "What do you mean?"

I said, "How about you agree to be my slave?"

He looked confused. "Isn't that pretty much the case now?" he asked

I said, "Well, yeah. But I was thinking something more official. You sign a legal contract to be my slave. That way instead of me having to threaten to show pictures of you when you don't want to do something, you'd just have to do it. No choice."

He looked intrigued, but unsure, so I said to him, "You don't have to decide now. After all, you're still going to be my slave, whether it's official or not."

I left it there at that point, getting him to eat out my asshole for a bit before fucking him.

I didn't say any more about it for a few days, just letting things continue as normal. After a few days I raised the subject again.

"If I did it, what would I have to do that was different from now?" he asked.

"Not much," I said. "Mostly it would be the same, but you would have to do what I said without making me threaten to show your pictures. There would be some new things, but you have to trust me because I'm not going to tell you what. But even if you don't agree I'll probably make you do those things anyway. The only real difference would be that you would be signing a legal document accepting your position as a slave."

I pushed my cock into his mouth and pointed out, "You're already a slave, and you know you like being made to do stuff, so why not just do it?"

By this point his cock was rock hard, so I knew he was definitely interested.

After a few minutes, I pulled out and said, "What do you think?" while gently stroking his cock.

He looked unsure and then suddenly blurted out, "I'll do it."

I kept stroking his cock and leaned in and kissed him hard.

"You are amazing," I said. "It's gonna be so good."

I kept stroking his cock until he got close to cumming then pulled away suddenly, leaving him gasping.

"If you really are gonna do this," I said, "I need you to prove that you're gonna be obedient."

"How?" he said.

"I want to smack your balls," I said. "So, I want you to be a good slave, and lie back on the bed with your legs raised and spread apart, so I can slap them five times. If you let me do that, I'll know you'll go ahead with it."

"I hate it when you smack my balls," he said.

"I know," I replied, "but letting me hurt you when I want is part of being a slave. This is where you have to decide."

He looked scared but nodded. He knew what was coming. He'd had his balls slapped on many occasions, but it had always been as a punishment and while he was tied up. He got himself into position on the bed with his legs raised, shaking a bit as I gently fondled his balls.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

He took a deep breath and nodded. As scared as he was, his cock was still semi-hard. I pulled my hand away and gave his balls a hard slap. He gasped and let go of his legs, curling up to protect himself.

"Still four more to go," I said. "Open back up."

He was shaking again as he spread his legs apart again. His cock was no longer hard. Another slap and he curled up again.

"That's a good boy," I said, pulling his legs open again. "This time I want you to see if you can hold your legs open after the slap."

He was crying a bit in pain now but spread his legs for me once again and held them apart with his hands. I slapped again, and he yelled in pain, but managed to hold his legs apart.

"Just two more to go," I said. I pulled back and gave him two quick slaps in a row.

He let his legs go and curled up in a ball crying hard. I leaned over and started kissing him again.

"I'm so proud of you," I said. "You're gonna be a fantastic slave."

I was rock hard by this point, so I pushed my cock into his mouth for a few seconds then rolled him onto his back and lifted his legs and pushed my cock in his ass. A few seconds later he was rock hard again as I fucked him. After I finished cumming in him I let him jerk himself off, while he sucked my cock clean. Then I left him alone.

A few days later I presented him with the contract. I'd drawn it up on my computer using as much legalese as I could manage so that it sounded like a real contract. Not legally enforceable, of course, but he didn't know that. I sat him down and explained it to him in vague legal terms: that he was committing to being my slave; that the contract was for life and unbreakable by him; that he gave me permission to make him do anything I wanted, with no restrictions. I highlighted to him that while there were a lot of things I probably wouldn't do, because they'd result in him getting caught, that he was still giving me permission to make him do them. I pointed out that it also meant that, if I wanted to, I could show his pictures to people. He looked a bit scared at that point, but he was also rock hard. I reassured him again, that it was unlikely that I'd show his pictures to his friends, because that would get him into trouble, but I wanted to be clear that he was giving me permission to do it if I wanted. He nodded seriously as I asked him if he was still willing. So, I gave him a pen and watched him sign.

"Congratulations!" I said. "You're now my slave forever."

To celebrate I got a permanent marker and wrote 'slave' on his chest and took some pictures of him. Then I told him that, while I wasn't planning on sharing any pictures with people he knew, I was going to post that one online so that others could see how proud I was of my slave.

He looked a bit shocked and started to beg me not to, but I put my finger to his lips and said, "You gave me permission to do it, so you're not allowed to ask me not to now."

He teared up a bit but stopped talking. I told him to jerk himself without cumming, while I went and posted the picture. He began to stroke his cock as I walked out. I didn't actually post the picture online. I figured that was just too risky, but I played around on my computer for a bit before going back to see him.

"It's online," I said. "Lots of guys are gonna be looking at your body and jerking off. How do you feel about that?"

He blushed and said, "I don't know."

I laughed and said, "Your hard cock tells me that you're turned on."

He blushed more.

"But enough for now," I said. "I know you're horny, but I don't want you cumming just yet."

Chapter 11

I kept him horny and on edge for the rest of the afternoon until our parents got home. He kept begging me to let him cum, but I told him that being a slave meant that he had to wait until I gave him permission. When our parents arrived home, I sent him to get dressed and told him to come straight back so that I could keep an eye on him. I kept him downstairs until 9pm and he kept wriggling around trying to get some relief. When it was bedtime, I followed him to his room. His cock was rock hard when he undressed, and he begged me to let him cum.

I smiled at him and said, "of course."

I handed him his dildo and told him to fuck himself while he jerked off, so he pushed it in and started jerking. It only took him about 20 seconds to cum, and the look of relief on his face was priceless. He relaxed and stopped fucking himself with the dildo and looked at me, expecting me to tell him to clean the dildo.

Instead I said, "good job. Now do it again."

He looked at me and said, "but I already came."

"I know," I said, "and now I want you to cum a second time. Get to work."

It didn't take him too long to get hard again and before long he was shooting his second load.

"Keep going," I told him.

He kept stroking himself but said, "I don't think I can cum anymore."

I smiled and said, "I think you can manage a couple more."

It took him almost 15 minutes, but he eventually shot a third load.

"It hurts," he whined, "please let me stop."

"Not yet," I ordered.

I let him use a bit of his cum as lube as he continued to jerk and fuck himself. He kept trying to slow down and take it easy, but I kept reminding him to keep going at full pace and after a while he shot off his fourth load. Well, not so much a load this time as a little dribble.

He stopped at that, until I said, "One more."

He started crying at that but put his hand back on his cock and started jerking. I took control of the dildo and fucked him with it as hard as I could. It took him a long time, crying all the way through, before he finally started shaking with another orgasm. Nothing came out this time. I kissed him and told him how good he was to be able to cum so many times for me. He cried some more, and I told him to get into position so I could fuck him. He lifted his legs and I pulled the dildo out and replaced it with my cock. I fucked him hard and for the first time in ages he didn't get even slightly hard while I fucked him. Once I was finished, I left him there with cum all over his chest and dripping out his ass and told him to go to sleep.

The next few days were basically our usual routine with me constantly reminding him that he was my slave. About a week or so later when I was getting his breakfast cereal, instead of putting milk on it I brought it over to him and told him to piss on it. He looked, unhappy about that, although he was fairly used to drinking piss by now, but he did as I told him. I put the bowl on the floor and told him to dig in. He started out OK, but was soon struggling. He was used to drinking piss straight from my cock and swallowing it down quickly, but this way he had to take his time and really taste it properly.

He made it about halfway through, then looked at me and said, "I'm not hungry anymore".

I just looked back at him and said, "You're not going to let that go to waste, are you?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "No sir" and went back to eating.

Once he finished, I took him to the bathroom for his morning routine. But this time I told him it was time to learn a new skill. He knew me well enough to look nervous at that but said nothing.

I told him, "Now that you're a slave, it's important to keep learning new things, otherwise you'll get lazy."

He said, "What do I have to do?"

I said, "Just wait for a moment."

I sat on the toilet and did a shit in front of him. He was used to shitting in front of me but hadn't seen me taking a shit for a while.

When I was done, I stood up and said to him, "Over the next few weeks you're going to learn a number of new games involving shit. But today we're going to start with something simple."

I knelt down and leaned over the toilet seat and said, "You've had plenty of practice at this. Eat out my ass."

He looked completely shocked, "But its dirty," he said.

"Exactly," I said. "That's why you're gonna clean it for me."

He started to cry. "I can't put shit in my mouth," he said.

I grabbed him by the neck and said, "Firstly, you're my slave so if I want you to put shit in your mouth you don't have a choice. Secondly, you've had shit in your mouth many times. Usually when I finish fucking you there's some shit streaks on my cock that you clean, and whenever you eat my ass there's some shit there, because I don't wipe very well. Now this is going to be your new responsibility, every time I take a shit, you get to clean me. And you'd better do a good job because when you're done I'm going to wipe it with toilet paper and if there's even a hint of brown on it you'll get punished severely. Now do it."

He cried even harder but knelt down behind me and moved his face towards my ass. He got close then hesitated for several seconds.

I turned my head and said, "Listen slave, if I don't feel tongue on my ass in 10 seconds I'm gonna beat your balls."

He took a deep breath and pushed his tongue in. Almost immediately he pulled back and started retching.

I said, "You'd better not be sick."

He took some more deep breaths and pushed back in and continued licking, pausing every few seconds to try to control his gagging and take some more breaths.

After a few minutes he pulled away and said, "Done."

I said, "Are you sure? If you're wrong, you'll be punished."

He hesitated, then used his hands to spread my cheeks again and gave it a few more licks.

"It's clean" he said.

I pulled off a sheet of toilet paper and wiped it over my ass. Perfectly clean.

"Good job," I said. "See, that wasn't so bad. Just remember, there's much worse things to come. And next time it will be even easier to do."

"Next time?" he said. "Of course," I said. "You don't think I'm gonna use toilet paper when you're around anymore do you?"

I was hard as a rock by that point, so I had him quickly suck me off before showering and heading off to school.

Chapter 12

That afternoon when he I picked him up from school, he immediately started begging, "Please don't make me lick your ass clean again. It'll make me be sick."

I didn't say anything, so he started begging again.

I stopped him and asked, "Didn't you agree to be my slave?"

"Yes," he nodded, "but I didn't know you'd make me lick shit."

"That doesn't matter," I said. "You signed a contract saying that you would do whatever I wanted, with no exceptions, so if I want you to lick my shitty ass clean you have to do it. If I want to take a shit in your mouth and tell you to swallow it all you have to do that too. Isn't that right?"

He looked at me but didn't say anything. "Isn't that right?" I repeated. "Or are you going to refuse to follow your contract?"

He looked at me and said, "But do you have to make me do stuff like that?"

"You don't get to decide what I make you do or not," I replied. "Now are you going to do what I say?"

"Yes," he said sullenly.

Then after a pause, "Are you going to make me eat your shit?"

"I haven't decided yet," I responded. "But if I decide to make you, you will do it, won't you?"

He hesitated, then nodded, tears in his eyes.

"Good boy," I said. "Now why don't you undress and get yourself hard for me."

By this time, I'd parked the car at our usual place near the local bushland. He was used to getting in and out of the car naked here, so he undressed without fuss and began to stroke his cock, which I noticed was already semi hard, despite his obvious concerns about our conversation. Once he was hard I motioned to him and he quickly hopped out of the car and dashed behind the nearest tree to wait for me. I got out of the car and joined him. I reached out and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. He flinched, expecting worse, but I didn't squeeze too hard and started to gently fondle them instead. Then I reached into my bag and handed him a butt plug that I'd bought for him. He'd been using a dildo for a while now, but this was the first time he'd had a butt plug. It was about 6 inches [15cm] long, shorter than the dildo he had, but it was almost 2 inches [5cm] thick at its widest point, which was easily double the thickness of the dildo.

He looked at it wordlessly and I said, "I'm sure you know what to do with that."

He said, "It's too big, there's no way I can get that in."

"Nonsense," I replied. "You just need to put in a little effort."

He looked unconvinced, but began to suck on it and then positioned it at his asshole and began to push it in. As he got towards the thicker part he began to struggle and whine.

After a minute or so he pulled it out and said, "I can't do it, it hurts too much."

I shook my head, "Of course you can do it, you just need to try harder. And obviously it hurts, but that doesn't matter. You just need a bit more motivation."

I grabbed his arm and pulled him out from behind the trees to where he could be seen from the road. There wasn't anyone around, but he knew that cars passed by occasionally.

"You can come back behind the trees once it's in," I said.

He looked at me and, realising I was serious, began to push the plug back in. He started struggling again as it got to the thick point, but kept pushing and after a few moments, with a low moan, forced it in and quickly ducked back behind the trees. He was breathing heavily and hunched over. I told him to stand up and get his cock hard again, as it had started to go limp again. He straightened up and gasped in pain.

"It hurts," he moaned. "I know," I said, "but you need to stand up straight."

He forced himself up and began to stroke his cock, breathing heavily. As soon as he was hard, I set off.

"Come on," I said, heading down the track.

"I can't walk like this," he said.

"Of course you can," I told him. "Let's go."

We headed off and after a few minutes he was crying in pain, as he struggled to adjust to moving with a thick butt plug up his ass. I made sure he kept his cock hard as we walked and a short while later we entered the clearing where we usually stopped to play. I bent him over a tree stump and slowly pulled the plug out until it reached the thickest point and held it there. Then I slowly started pushing it in and out over the thickest point until he was moaning in pain. After a couple of minutes, I grabbed his hand and placed it on the plug.

"Keep going," I told him.

He moaned but kept fucking himself as I reached down and started fondling his balls. He'd just started developing some hair down there, which I decided I'd need to do something about. So, I told him to shove the plug back in and we headed back to the car. As we walked I told him to jerk himself off and he shot his load just before we reached the car. Once we got into the car I let him put his shirt on but not his pants and made him keep himself hard as we drove home.

When we got home, I sent him to his room to put his stuff away and told him he could take out the butt plug and put it with his dildo. Then I told him to meet me in the bathroom when he was done. I think he was expecting more toilet play, and he was surprised when I made him lie on the floor and sprayed his balls with shaving cream. He had no idea what I was doing until I picked up a razor and began to shave his pubes off.

He was pretty shocked at that and said, "What are you doing?"

I didn't respond and just kept going. Once I was done I wiped him clean and showed him how smooth he was. He was pretty upset about it. He'd been fairly proud of the fact that he'd started to develop, and his pubes were a sign of his development. Now he looked like a little boy again, and I made it clear that I expected him to stay that way and that he'd be shaving regularly from now on. I made him pose for some pictures (no face) and once again told him I was going to share them online. He looked sad but didn't argue. Then I took him into our parents' bed for a fuck.

Just before our parents got home, I sent him to his room to get dressed and told him to put the butt plug back in for dinner. He wasn't happy but went and did it. Dinner was fun, as he struggled to find a comfortable way to sit, and dad asked him what was wrong and why was he wriggling around so much. He mumbled something about a fall and tried to stay still for the rest of dinner, although I could tell he was extremely uncomfortable.

After dinner I let him go back to his room and take it out, but it was clear that he was still in a fair amount of pain for the rest of the evening.

Chapter 13

The next few weeks were more of the same, regular practice with the butt plug, our usual fucking and sucking fun, and him licking my ass clean after a shit every 2 or 3 days. I didn't go straight to making him do it every time I went. I was concerned about pushing him too far. But, although he moaned a lot about it at first, he never argued about it when I told him to do it and over the next couple of months, gradually got over his obvious disgust and moved on to just getting to it as quickly as possible to get it over and done with.

I wanted to push him further with shit but figured I'd better take my time given how much he was struggling with just licking my ass clean, so I thought it might be time to expand his horizons in another direction. So one day I took him to a nude beach for the first time. No not one of those pervy nude beaches you hear about in stories where everyone is messing around with everyone else in full view. This was a legitimate legal nude beach although it was not compulsory. I'd been a few times myself in the past and enjoyed showing off. It was nominated as a family nude beach, but I'd never seen anyone under the age of 18. Most of the time it was older people, mostly men, and usually overweight. The few times I'd been I'd drawn a fair amount of interest even though I always wore my trunks, so I figured it would be fun to show him fully off. I didn't tell him where we were going, just that we were going to the beach. So he assumed that we were going to our usual private beach and was surprised when we pulled into the carpark and asked where we were. I explained that this was a nude beach and we were going to spend a bit of time so other guys could see him. He looked a bit embarrassed but didn't say anything. I explained that we'd spend a bit of time on the beach walking around and that he wasn't to try to cover up when people looked at him and that if anyone talked to him he should be polite and talk to them as long as they wanted.

We walked onto the beach and found a spot to dump our towels. As soon as we got there I could see guys looking with interest. I recognised a few that I'd seen there before and had shown interest in me but this time their attention was fully focused on my brother. And their attention became even more obvious when my brother stripped off. I made it clear to him that guys were looking at him. He blushed but again said nothing. I reminded him to keep his hands by his sides and then I took him for a walk along the beach. He did ask why I wasn't getting naked but I just told him I wanted him to be the centre of attention.

The beach was about half a kilometre long and so we walked along the waters edge from one end to the other, taking our time. Several guys came up to chat with us and, although they mostly spoke with me, they kept their eyes on him the whole time. A few times my brother tried to turn away or cover himself with his hand but a nudge from me reminded him to keep his hands by his sides. After a couple of conversations, he started to get hard and he begged me to let him go into the water until he got soft again.

Naturally I told him "No" and we continued to walk along chatting with guys.

He was incredibly embarrassed by that stage and it wasn't long after, that one of the guys chatting with us told him he had a nice cock and that it was good to see he wasn't shy about it. He blushed and looked down, so I nudged him and reminded him to be polite.

He looked embarrassed but looked up at the guy and mumbled, "Thank you".

The guy looked back at me and winked but didn't say anything else, so we kept walking. All in all, probably around a dozen guys came up to chat with us during our walk and he was hard for most of that time. Once we'd walked around the beach I let him go into the water for a bit which relieved him. After about an hour in the water we went for another walk with lots of guys looking but only a couple briefly saying hi this time. After that I grabbed his clothes and we headed back towards the car.

When we got about halfway across the carpark, I told him to go into the toilets, get himself hard, and then come back to the car making sure he stayed hard the whole time. There weren't many people around and none of them were close, so it wasn't too obvious. He headed to the toilet while I got dressed and sat in the car. A couple of minutes later I watched him come out of the toilet and head to the car with his cock at full attention. He looked pretty embarrassed but was smart enough to not try to cover himself at all. He got to the car and sat down and looked around for his clothes.

I said, "Before you get dressed, jerk off and cum for me."

He looked out the window to see if anyone could see. There were people around, but it wouldn't be too obvious what he was doing.

He said, "Couldn't we leave the carpark first?".

"No way," I said. "Start jerking right now."

He began jerking and I started the engine.

"You can cover up after you cum," I said, nodding at a towel on the floor. "But you'd better be quick because I'm driving out in two minutes, and we'll be right next to those people who will see what you're doing."

I pointed to a group of men near the exit.

"But given how much the guys on the beach seemed to enjoy looking at you, they'll probably enjoy seeing you do that."

He blushed and began pulling harder.

"Use a finger in your asshole," I told him.

He pushed a finger into his asshole and began finger fucking himself as he jerked. I could see him begin to breath harder, so I took off the handbrake and slowly began to back out of the parking space. He became more frantic with his jerking and started shooting a few seconds later. As soon as he finished cumming I sped up towards the exit and he quickly grabbed the towel and covered himself.

"Good timing," I grinned.

Once we were outside the carpark, I told him to take the towel back off and wipe the cum off himself with his fingers and lick it up and once he was clean he could get dressed. He did that as quickly as he could and grabbed his clothes and dressed.

"That was fun," I said. "Did you like all those men looking at you?"

He shook his head.

"You should be proud of your body. It made those men happy."

"It was humiliating," he said.

"You'd better get used to it," I said, "because we're definitely coming back again. And next time there'll be more fun."

That night when I was fucking him, I talked to him about his time at the beach and made him recount the way guys had looked at him. I told him that it was obvious that many of those guys wanted to play with his body and maybe even fuck him like me. He looked embarrassed, but I made him acknowledge it.

"I think it's time you started being a little more open with your body," I told him.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Don't worry," I said. "You'll find out soon enough."

And at that I shot my load into him, pulled out and pushed my cock into his mouth to clean. I didn't say anything more for the next couple of days, but on Thursday, when it was our usual time to go to the local bush for outdoor fun, I took him in a different direction.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"For some new fun," I said.

He shuddered, knowing my definition of 'fun'. Shortly afterwards we parked the car and walked to a quiet kids' playground. It was deserted. The reason it was deserted was because the nearby toilets had a bit of a reputation as a hangout for pervs. It was a place that kids were generally warned to stay away from. My brother looked around. I don't think he'd heard more than a couple of rumors about the place and it didn't look overly threatening so he didn't really know what he should be worried about. I sat down with him on a bench near the playground and nodded for him to sit next to me. I pointed to the toilets. I imagine his first assumption was that I was gonna take him in there for a fucking, but I quickly disabused him of that idea.

"I want you to go into the toilets and hang around in there until a guy comes in," I said. "Any guy, it doesn't matter who. When he does, I want you to tell him that for $20 [18€] you'll suck him off."

He looked up sharply at me and drew in his breath.

"I'm not kidding," I told him. "The first guy that comes in, you offer to suck him off for $20 [18€]. If he says 'yes', get the money from him and take him into a stall and suck him off. Make sure he cums in your mouth. If he says 'no', say OK and come back outside. When he leaves you go back in and wait for the next guy. You need to keep doing that until you have sucked off three guys. That's $60 [55€] I want you to bring back out and show me when you're done."

He looked pretty shocked by this point and opened his mouth to argue.

"This isn't a discussion," I said. "I've told you what to do, and you know that you have no choice, so go and do it now."

"But what if some guy hurts me," he said, looking scared.

"I'll be right out here," I said, "and when I see a guy go in, I'll sneak around the back, so I can hear you if you yell. If a guy tries to do anything other than put his cock in your mouth, call me and I'll come in."

"But…," he started again. I put my finger on his lips.

"Let's not waste any more time," I said. "This is going to happen, and you know it. So go, and don't forget, I'll be nearby listening so if you don't ask every guy that goes in there, I'll have to punish you."

He hesitated a moment more and I gave him a gentle push before he headed over to the toilets. I settled back and waited. About 10 minutes later a guy wandered into the park and headed towards the toilets. As he went in I stood up and quickly ducked around behind the toilets so I could hear. I didn't hear anything at first, then I heard the guy begin to piss. Then he finished and zipped up and I heard the tap turn on as he washed his hands.

I thought my brother was going to chicken out and I'd have to give him a punishment, but at the last moment, I heard his voice quietly say, "Excuse me."

"Yeah?" I heard the guy say.

There was a long pause and then my brother said very quickly, "If you give me $20 [18€] I'll suck you off."

There was a long pause before the guy asked, "How old are you kid?"

"Fourteen," said my brother.

Another pause.

"And you want to suck my cock?"

There was a moment of silence when I presumed my brother nodded.

"For $20 [18€]?"

Another silence and presumably another nod.

"OK," said the guy, and I heard them moving into a stall and shut the door. I quickly and quietly crept back around front and as silently as I could I snuck into the front of the toilet. I didn't get too close as I didn't want to disturb them, but I could see the guy's feet with his pants around his ankles.

After a couple of minutes, I heard him moan and he said, "Fuck that's good kid."

A few minutes later I heard him gasp and I could tell he was cumming, so I quickly ducked back outside and sat down by the playground with my head in a book. A couple of minutes later the guy came out and quickly headed off towards the street. I stayed put, half expecting my brother to come out and beg me to let him stop but he didn't appear and about 10 minutes later another guy appeared. I started to get up, but this guy came back out fairly quickly and headed off, so I presumed he wasn't interested. The next couple of guys were the same, but the guy after that stayed in, so I headed over to listen. Once I got close, I could hear him whispering to my brother what a good little cocksucker he was. It didn't take him long to cum and then he was back out again. It only took another couple of guys before my brother found his third cock. This guy took his time, and it was nearly 10 minutes before I heard him grunting as he came.

"That was great, kid," he said. "You come here often?"

I heard my brother mumble something, but I couldn't make it out. I raced back to my seat as the guy came out and headed off and a couple of minutes later my brother came out and sat beside me. I held out my hand and he reached into his pocket and pulled out three $20 notes. I took them off him and placed them into my wallet.

He looked at me. "Don't I get any of that?" he asked.

"Why?" I said to him.

"Well I earned it," he said.

"No you didn't," I told him. "My slave earned it, and slaves don't get paid."

He looked even more humiliated than he had before, and I wouldn't have thought that possible. I got up and we headed back to the car.

"What did you say when the last guy asked if you come here often?" I asked.

"I said 'no'," he replied.

"Well that was a mistake," I said. "From now on we're coming here every week, so you can make that clear to every guy you meet from now on."

He scowled but said nothing.

"And next time it won't be just sucking," I said.

He looked at me in shock, but I didn't say anything more and he didn't ask for details. Nothing more was said until later that night when I was fucking him. I made him talk about sucking each of the guys as I fucked him and prodded him to give me as much detail as possible. What their cocks looked like, whether they were cut or uncut, how they tasted, how much cum they fed him. I got him to relive each of the experiences in detail until I shot my load up his ass.

The following Monday when he got home from school, I handed him a packet of condoms.

"What are these for?" he asked.

I'd never used condoms with him, so he was pretty clueless. I explained their purpose and demonstrated how to use them, getting him to practice putting them on my cock and making sure they were properly in place. After he'd mastered putting them on, I explained to him that while I didn't want to use condoms with him, it was important that if he got fucked by other guys that they used them to make sure he didn't get a disease.

"Other guys?" he asked.

I'm pretty sure he knew what I meant, but he was hoping he was wrong. I set him straight immediately.

"On Thursday, when we visit the park, you're gonna start asking guys to fuck you as well as suck their cocks."

He started to cry a little.

"I don't want to be fucked by other guys," he said.

"So what?" I replied. "Does it matter what you want?"

I looked at him in silence for a minute and finally he looked down and shook his head.

"Good," I said. "So on Thursday I don't want any fuss."

I didn't say anything more about it for the next couple of days until I picked him up from school on Thursday. As soon as he got into the car he started.

"Please don't make me get fucked by other guys," he begged.

"Hey," I said sharply. "I made it clear that I didn't want to hear a fuss about this. No arguments and no begging. So shut up and let's get going."

He pulled a face but stopped talking. When we got to the park I tossed him the pack of condoms.

"Here's the deal," I said. Just like last week I want you to suck off three guys. But this time I also want you to get fucked by two guys. So that's $160. I suggest that you offer guys both options until you've had your two fucks and then you can just offer the sucking until you've had three. If you don't get your two fucks before you've had three sucks, you need to continue offering guys to fuck you until you've had two guys. If a guy would prefer you to suck him, you still need to say yes and get $20 from him but it doesn't count towards your target of $160. So you'd better hope that guys want to fuck you before you reach your sucking target. And make sure you tell every guy that you'll be here every week from now on, so they can come visit every week. I'll be listening, so I'll know if you forget to tell anyone."

He looked scared but nodded.

"Off you go then," I said, and he trudged off towards the toilet.

It wasn't long before the first guy appeared, and I raced over to hear what was happening. His voice was very shaky as he made the offer to the guy.

"Nice," the guy said. "I've only got $20 [18€] today, so I guess just a blow job?"

"OK," said my brother. He paused a second and then said, "I'll be here next week too if you want to come back."

"Awesome," said the guy. "I'll definitely bring $50 [46€] next time."

Nothing more was said but I heard them heading into the stall, so I wandered back to my seat and waited for the guy to finish. When the next guy arrived a little later, I recognized him as one of the guys who'd been there last week. I went over to listen in.

"Hey, you're back again," the guy said. "Want to suck me again?"

"You can fuck me if you want for $50," said my brother.

"Wow," said the guy, "really?"

"Yeah," my brother said.

"OK, great, then I'd love to fuck you," said the guy.

"OK," said my brother, "but you have to wear this."

"Oh yeah, that's cool," said the guy. "Smart move to practice safe sex."

They headed into the stall and I came inside to listen. I could hear them both drop their pants and a quick glance under the side showed from the way their feet were positioned that my brother was bent over the toilet while the guy was standing behind him. There was a bit of moving about as I assume the guy was putting on the condom then I heard a familiar grunt from my brother and then moans from the guy as he started fucking.

"Oh, fuck that's so good," I heard him say.

He didn't take very long at all to cum and I quickly ducked out of sight as he came out. As soon as he was gone, I quickly went back into the toilet to see my brother standing there looking a pretty shaky.

"What did he do with the condom?" I asked?

My brother pointed to the sink and I saw the condom just sitting on the edge. I picked it up and held it up for him.

"I forgot to tell you. After a guy fucks you, keep the condom and bring it out to me when you're done."

He nodded, although I don't think he fully understood what he was agreeing to. I left him alone again and waited while another few guys went in. It took him several guys to get his next customer which was another blow job. Then there was a long wait for the next guy, who turned out to also want a blow job. So after that he had a nervous wait hoping that the next guy would fuck him and he wouldn't have to do any extra blow jobs.

When the next guy went in I heard him start his spiel about sucking and fucking and the prices and he followed it up with a special plea, "Would you like to fuck me?"

Fortunately for him the guy said he'd love to fuck him, so it wasn't long before I could hear them both grunting and moaning. I started to move away, but I heard the guy ask if he could keep my brother's undies. He even offered to pay $10 for them. But my brother told him no, which didn't make me happy. Shortly after the guy left my brother came out and I grabbed him and asked him why he'd said no to the guy taking his undies. He mumbled something about not wanting to, so I gave him a slap and told him to run after the guy, apologise and offer to give him his undies for free. And that he wasn't to go back into the toilet to remove them, but he could just hide behind a tree. He started to cry but quickly ran after the guy and I saw him catch him just as he was getting into his car. I could see them speaking for a minute and the guy looked over at me. Then my brother ran over and hid behind a bush and a moment later came back out and handed his undies to the guy. The guy smiled and got in his car and drove off. My brother came back over to me and wordlessly handed me the money. He looked frustrated but didn't say anything as I put it in my wallet.

"Where's the other condom?" I asked.

He reached into his pocket and handed it to me and we headed for the car. As we walked to the car I told him off for refusing to sell his undies.

"In future," I said, "if a guy wants something from you, you should do it. If he wants your undies give them to him. If he wants a kiss, then do it. If he wants to do anything that I've already done with you, you agree to it. If you're not sure about anything or about how much to charge, you can ask the guy to wait and come out and check with me. But I don't want you to say no to guys."

He nodded sullenly as we got into the car.

"Did you tell them all you'd be back next week?"

He nodded.

"Did any of them say they'd come back?"

"Yes," he said.

"That's great," I told him. "It will make things a bit easier for you if you have regular customers."

"Regular?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "You're going to be here every week from now on and I'm going to set a minimum amount for you to earn each week. So the more regular customers you have the easier it will be for you."

"How much?" he asked.

"To start with it will be $250 per week. So that's five guys fucking you or a combination of fucks and sucks. If you can't get the right combination of fucks and sucks, you'll probably end up having to earn a bit more than the minimum. But whatever you earn you give to me. After a few weeks we'll introduce some other things for you to do with guys that will increase the amount you need to earn. But the main thing is, you're gonna get fucked a fair bit from now on."

I pulled out the two condoms and handed them to him.

"Lick the cum out of them and swallow it."

He glanced at me but immediately turned the condoms inside out and began to lick up the cum without fuss.

"From now on, if a guy fucks you with a condom, you need to bring me the condom, so I can see you eat his cum."

He nodded.

"How does it taste?" I asked.

"It's OK, I guess," he mumbled.

"How does it feel knowing you've swallowed the cum of five strange guys today?"

He shrugged.

"I guess you'd better get used to it because you're gonna be swallowing the cum of a lot of strange guys from now on."

When we got back home, I took him to his room and fucked him myself. While I was fucking, I made him talk to me about how it felt being fucked by other guys and knowing that he was selling his body for me. He admitted that it was extremely humiliating, but he also confessed that it turned him on a bit too.

On the weekend I decided it was time to visit the nude beach again. He made no fuss about getting naked and going for a walk this time and once again there were a number of guys who came up to chat. After about 20 minutes of wandering around we met the guy who'd complimented my brother's cock last time.

He came up again to say hi and looked down at my brother's cock and said, "Oh, it looks like you're not as excited to meet me this week?"

My brother blushed and mumbled something.

I laughed and said, "That's ok, he's been excited to meet a few guys this week."

"Well that sounds interesting," said the guy. "I'd like to hear more about that."

"Well why don't you walk with us a bit and we'll tell you about it," I said.

My brother looked at me nervously, not sure where this was going. We headed back up the beach and I grabbed by bag and towel before heading up to the sand dunes.

"So tell me about the guys your brother has been excited to meet this week," the guy said.

"Oh he spent some time at the playground this week and met a whole bunch of new friends in the toilets there."

My brother looked at me crossly, but didn't speak.

"Sounds like fun," said the guy.

"Oh yeah," I said, "he had a great time. And all of the guys he met looked pretty happy too. How many were there again?" I asked my brother.

He looked pretty pissed at this stage.

"Five," he said sullenly.

"That's right," I said, "and how many last week?"

"Three," he said.

"So many new friends," I said smiling at the guy (whose name I later found out was Bill).

"And now, we've come to the beach to see if he can find some more friends."

"I'd love to be his friend," said Bill.

By this stage my brother had finally worked out what was happening and was glaring at me.

I smiled, "I thought you might," I said to Bill.

By this stage we'd made our way over the sand dunes and into a bushy area behind the beach. After a few minutes' walk we came to a clearing that was out of sight, so I laid down the towel and said to my brother.

"How about you and Bill sit down and get to know each other." Bill immediately sat down and reached up to grab my brother's hand. My brother looked at me pleadingly, but I just raised my eyebrows and he sighed and sat down next to Bill. Bill immediately placed his hand in my brother's lap and began to fondle him, which resulted in him getting hard.

"I knew you were excited to see me," Bill laughed.

He reached his hand up and put it on my brother's cheek. He looked up to me as if asking permission and I nodded, so he leaned in and pulled my brother's face towards him and gave him a kiss. My brother looked at me out of the corner of his eye and I nodded to him to and after a moment he relaxed and responded to the kiss.

After a few minutes they broke apart and Bill said, "Now why don't you tell me about what you did with your new friends and if you'd like to do it with me."

My brother glanced quickly at me again then looked back at Bill and quietly said, "I sucked some of them and two of them fucked me."

Bill smiled and said, "That sounds like a lot of fun, would you like to do that with me?"

Another quick glance at me and my brother nodded to Bill.

"That's great," said Bill. "How about I lie back on this towel and you can suck me?"

My brother got up as Bill turned and lay back. I grabbed my brother and whispered into his ear. He moaned a bit but nodded.

Then he knelt down between Bill's legs, looked at him and said, "Would you like me to lick your balls first?"

Bill moaned and said, "Yes please."

So my brother bent down and began to gently lick Bill's balls all over and took turns sucking each one into his mouth. He focused on the balls for a few minutes, just the way I'd taught him and then he slid his tongue up the base of Bill's cock and began to slide it into his mouth. I could see Bill rolling his eyes with pleasure. I knew what he was feeling because I'd taught my brother to be an exceptional cocksucker. My brother knew what he was doing and what I wanted him to do. He took his time and made the blowjob last. As Bill's excitement built up he'd slow back down or move back to the balls again. It took almost 15 minutes before Bill finally grabbed my brother's head and held him in place as he shot his load. Not that he needed to of course. My brother knew better than to let cum go to waste. But he let Bill hold him in place as he swallowed every drop. After a few minutes to recover, Bill sat back up.

"Wow, that was incredible," he said.

I grinned at him. "I know right? He's a damn good cocksucker."

Bill stood up and grabbed a cigarette out of his bag and lit it up.

"I'm gonna need a bit of recovery time after that," hi grinned. "You sure he's still gonna want a fuck after that?"

"Of course," I said. "He'd be disappointed if you didn't fuck him."

I looked at my brother and he blushed and nodded.

"Well," said Bill, "I wouldn't want to let my new friend down, would I?"

Bill and I talked for a bit and exchanged phone numbers. After a short break I could see that Bill was beginning to recover so I called my brother over.

"Why don't you play with yourself a bit to help Bill get ready again?"

He mumbled to himself but began to stroke his cock while Bill looked on with interest.

"That's great," I said. "Now slide a couple of fingers into your asshole and fuck yourself."

Again, he did what I asked without fuss and I could see Bill starting to show some interest. I let my brother go on for a few more minutes and when I could see he was starting to get close to orgasm I told him to stop. He moaned, but did as I said. His cock was rock hard and throbbing.

"I think Bill is almost ready now," I said, "but he might just need a little more help. Why don't you go over and eat his ass out for a bit?"

Bill looked astonished. "He does that?" he asked.

"Of course," I said motioning to my brother. "Go on."

He moved slowly over to Bill, stepped behind him and placed his hands on Bill's ass cheeks. Bill stood still as my brother spread the ass cheeks and bent over and placed his tongue on Bill's ass crack and licked up and down.

"Oh, fuck," said Bill. "You are one amazing kid."

He gasped as my brother slid his tongue up the asshole and began to push it in and out, pushing his lips around the hole and sucking. It only took a couple of minutes before Bill was rock hard again. I nudged my brother and he stood up. I handed him a condom and he moved back around in front of Bill and helped him put it on. Then he got onto his hands and knees on the towel and spread his legs as Bill moved in behind him. Bill placed his cock in the ass crack and gently pushed forward, moaning in pleasure as his cock slid inside my brother's asshole. He pushed in until his belly was hard up against my brother's ass. He paused a moment as he got a grip on each side of my brother's waist. Then he slowly slid back out until just the tip of his cock was inside. Then without warning he rammed back in again causing a gasp from my brother. Then he slowly slid back out again before ramming in hard again. He repeated that gradually increasing the pace until he was fucking in and out at a steady pace. He was breathing pretty heavily after a few minutes and I knew it wouldn't take him long.

Sure enough, just a minute or so later he rammed in hard and held himself in place as he came. After a few minutes he gently pulled himself out and stood up. He reached down and helped my brother stand. Both of them stood together breathing heavily for a moment. Then I motioned to my brother and nodded at Bill's cock. He looked blank for a minute, before realizing what I was saying, then reached out and carefully slid the condom off Bill.

He started to hand it to me, but I shook my head and said, "You can just do it now."

He looked embarrassed but knew better than to argue so he carefully turned the condom inside out and began to lap up the cum.

Bill said, "Wow he really is a slut."

"Yeah," I said, "He hates to see cum go to waste."

Which earned me another filthy look from my brother.

"By the way, there's a bit left over on Bill's cock," I said to my brother. "Don't let that go to waste."

My brother sighed and quickly slid Bill's cock back into his mouth to clean it.

"Anyway," I said, "we probably should get going."

"OK," said Bill, "it's been fun getting to know you."

I nudged my brother.

"Aren't you going to thank Bill for letting you suck him and for giving you such a nice fuck."

He scowled at me but turned to Bill and politely said, "Thank you, Bill for letting me suck your cock and for fucking me."

Then he hesitated a moment and turned to me with a puzzled look.

"Isn't he going to pay?" he said quietly.

I smiled at him and Bill.

"No silly, the people at the park are customers so they pay. But we come here to the beach to make friends, and we don't make friends pay for sex."

I nodded to Bill.

"I've got your number, so I'll let you know next time we're coming down here. We might even give you a call and get you to join us at home sometime for some more intimate fun."

My brother looked at me, worried at that.

Bill smiled and said, "Thanks guys, I'll look forward to seeing you again."

He reached out and gave my brother's cock a gentle squeeze and wandered off. At that point it was pretty late in the day, so I decided to head home – even though we hadn't actually had a swim. So we headed back to the car.

As we got close to the car I once again pointed my brother to the toilets and told him to get hard before coming back to the car. He sighed because he could see that this was going to become a regular thing and headed quickly to the toilets. A couple of minutes later I was dressed and in the car and he was on his way across the carpark to me, cock pointing out in front of him rock hard. He got in and looked at me expecting me to tell him to jerk off again. But this time I unzipped my trousers and told him I needed a quick blowjob. He sighed and leaned over and began sucking me. I put the car into reverse and started to pull out of the parking spot. He panicked and tried to get up but I held his head down and told him to keep going I drove around the carpark as he sucked me, carefully avoiding any place where people might see him. It didn't take me long to cum and I let him sit up and quickly put my cock away and headed for the exit. He looked around for the towel to cover himself and began to panic as he couldn't find it. I laughed at him and drove straight through the exit, past a small group of guys and onto the road. He grabbed his clothes and got dressed, mad at me for letting them see him. I laughed again and told him it wasn't like they hadn't already seen him naked at the beach.

We drove on in silence for a bit then he looked at me and hesitatingly asked, "When you said back there 'we come to the beach to make friends' did you mean …?" he trailed off.

"Yes," I said. "I meant friends plural. We're going to come here regularly and meet, not just Bill but other guys too. I think you're going to be very popular."

"I don't want to be popular," he moaned. "It's creepy doing stuff with strange guys."

"Well you're going to have to get used to it," I told him. "Because Thursdays you're going to be busy looking after your customers and on weekends we're coming out here. And I expect that from now on you should be able to spend time here with at least a couple of different guys each week. By the end of the year you'll have sucked off dozens of guys and been fucked by dozens as well."

He started crying at that.

"No point crying about it," I told him. "You agreed to be my slave, and this is what being my slave means."

"I know," he said, "but I didn't think …"

"It doesn't matter what you did or didn't think" I said. "All that matters is that you agreed to be my slave, and my slave gets fucked by whoever I say."

He nodded silently.

"And after all," I reminded him, "It's not like you don't enjoy getting fucked, right?" He nodded again. "So even though it might have been a bit creepy getting fucked by Bill at the beach, part of you enjoyed it too, didn't you?"

He nodded again, a bit reluctantly.

"So there you go, it's all good. And next time I might let you ring Bill and invite him to play."

He smiled at me weakly with a few tears still in his eyes,

"OK," he said.

"And don't forget, there's still worse things I can make you do. I haven't made you eat my shit yet have I?"

He shuddered at that and was silent.

"Don't worry that's still a little way away," I said. "But I do need a shit so when we get home you can have another practice of cleaning my ass for me."

I grinned at him and headed for home.

Chapter 14

When we arrived back home I sent him straight to his room to strip. Our parents were home, so we needed to be quiet about what we were doing. I dashed into the toilet and did a shit and then, without wiping, pulled up my pants and headed to his room. He was sitting on his bed naked, waiting for me. I dropped my pants and pointed my ass at him.

He wrinkled his nose and whined a bit, "This is so gross, do we have to do this? I do everything else you want."

"It's your job to do everything I want," I told him. "And I'm getting tired of you making a fuss about doing it. I've got a dirty ass and I've told you to clean it, so get to work, and I don't want to hear you argue about it again."

He sighed and leaned in and began to lick my ass clean.

Once he was done, I pulled up my pants, turned and gave his balls a slap, and said, "Since you're still too stupid to do as you're told without arguing, you can put your butt plug in and keep it in for dinner and the rest of the night.

He pulled out the butt plug and pushed it in with a grunt.

"You just need to learn to do things without complaint. When I say to do something, I expect you to do it immediately, enthusiastically, and without questioning me. It doesn't matter if it's something you don't like, you still need to do it quickly and show me that you're willing to do what I say. Can you do that?" I asked.

He nodded briefly. I began to stroke his cock lightly.

"I know I've been asking you do to some pretty tough things lately, and I'm going to ask you to do even tougher things. But I wouldn't ask you to do them if I didn't think you were able to cope with them. I love having you as my slave and I want you to be the very best slave you can be."

He was rock hard by this point and I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Do you think you can do your best this week to do everything I say without making a fuss?"

"I'll try," he said.

"Even if it's something really hard?" I asked.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Good slave," I said, "now why don't you jerk off for me, then you can go brush your teeth, so I don't taste shit when I kiss you, then you can get dressed."

He nodded and began to jerk off. He shot his load, quickly licked up the mess and ran off to the bathroom to brush his teeth. A few minutes later he came back, walking a bit more tenderly. I think he'd forgotten the butt plug up his ass when he first dashed off. I watched him get dressed and we headed downstairs. I made him keep the plug in through dinner and then we stayed downstairs to watch a movie. It was fun seeing him try to find a comfortable way to sit and I kept finding excuses to make him get up during the movie, to fetch me a drink or snacks, etc. and make sure he kept moving around and he struggled to walk in a normal manner.

After the movie we went back upstairs, and I let him take out the plug while I fucked his brains out and we talked about his time at the beach. I made sure he relived every moment in detail and I talked about how much fun he'd have meeting new men over the next few weeks. He was embarrassed but rock hard. Once I finished cumming in him and he was cleaning my cock, I reminded him that he'd agreed to be more enthusiastic about his tasks this week and he nodded. Then I told him to put the butt plug back in and not play with himself until morning. He looked extremely frustrated but put the plug back in and lay back on the bed his cock rock hard and throbbing. I left him there and went to bed knowing he'd have an extremely uncomfortable night.

First thing in the morning I went in to see him and he sat up and immediately started apologising. He swore that he hadn't touched himself but he'd cum during the night. He was in tears as he told me again that he hadn't touched himself. I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss and told him that I believed him and that it was ok and that sometimes it just happened when boys were sleeping.

He started to relax a bit and then I said, "Of course, I'll still have to punish you, but I know it wasn't your fault."

He looked startled and began to whine, "If it wasn't my fault, how come you have to punish me?"

I gave him another kiss and said, "Even though it's not your fault, you still came without my permission. And remember you told me you wouldn't make a fuss about what I wanted you to do."

He looked downcast but nodded, "OK."

"So," I said, "how about you give me my morning blow job now and then you can fuck yourself with the dildo while I shower. And since you've already cum today you won't need to jerk off this morning."

He nodded to me, "OK," he said again.

He reached down and eased the butt plug out of his ass.

"What should I do with this?" he asked.

"Once you've finished sucking me, you can suck on it while you fuck yourself and then put it back in for the rest of the day."

He nodded again.

"But first I need a piss," I said.

He sat up and opened his mouth for me. He swallowed quickly as I pissed, then wrapped his lips around my cock and began sucking eagerly. Once I finished cumming, he picked up the butt plug, and wrinkling up his nose slightly, slipped it into his mouth, lay back on the bed and slid the dildo up his ass. A few seconds later his cock was rock hard once again as I headed out for a shower. I took my time in the shower and about half an hour later I went back to his room and found him still rock hard and fucking his ass frantically with the dildo. I motioned to him silently and he sat back up and removed the dildo from his ass. I motioned again, and he shoved the butt plug back up his ass and began to lick the dildo clean. His cock was leaking precum and he was breathing heavily.

"Can I please cum soon?" he begged.

"I'll think about it," I said. "After your punishment."

He sighed, "OK," he said. "Can I have a shower and change my sheets now?"

"Not today," I said. "Staying dirty and sleeping in cum stained sheets will help remind you what a dirty little faggot you are. Get dressed and come down for breakfast."

Weekends were the only time he got a normal breakfast, so he looked forward to that, but smelling of cum with our parents around made him uncomfortable, despite the fact that they were totally clueless. But he got dressed without fuss and came downstairs. After breakfast we spent a bit more time downstairs playing videogames while he again tried to get comfortable with the butt plug up his ass. After a couple of hours, I asked him if he thought it was a good time for his punishment.

I could see his mind turning as he thought about asking what the punishment would be, but he knew better than to ask, and after a moment he nodded and said, "OK."

"Great," I said. "Let's go."

We got into the car and set off. I could see him turning over in his brain what might happen, but he stayed silent. We stopped near our favourite private beach area and set off through the bush. Once we got to our usual clearing I stripped him and removed the butt plug. He started shaking as I tied him to a tree and pulled off my belt.

"I know it was an accident, but you need to be punished for cumming without permission. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes," he acknowledged falteringly.

"How many hits do you think I should give you?" I asked.

He hesitated, knowing that if he didn't suggest enough I'd punish him more and if he suggested too many he'd get more than I had planned.

"50?" he said hopefully.

I smiled, "and how many on your balls?"

He shook a little "15?".

I grinned at him. "I guess that will do," I said. "I'd have settled for 25 on the ass and 10 on the balls, but if you think you deserve more, I can do that for you."

His face fell, but he didn't argue. It didn't take long before he was sobbing as I belted his ass. I paused at 25.

"Halfway there," I said. "How about you count the rest out loud for me?"

He nodded and began counting as I started up again. By the time I hit 40 he was struggling to keep count and his ass was covered in welts. I stretched the final 10 out as long as possible, with each stroke followed by a sobbing count. Once he reached 50, I gave him a brief break and reminded him that I still had to do his balls, and that I didn't want him to forget to thank me after I was done. He sobbed a bit but nodded as I stretched his legs apart and tied them, so he couldn't close them. Reminding him to keep count I began to belt his balls. I dragged out each stroke, so he really felt it fully. I stopped at 10 and reminded him that 15 was his idea, not mine. Once I finished, I untied him and gave him a short break as he curled up on the ground in pain. After a few minutes I helped him up and asked him what he had to say.

He drew a deep breath and said, "thank you for punishing me. I'm sorry for cumming without permission."

I smiled at him. "Good boy," I said. "Now it's time for a fun new game. I'm sure you remember that you need to be more enthusiastic about our games and not complain."

He took another deep breath and nodded, shifting uncomfortably. I grabbed his shirt and spread it out on the ground in front of him. Then I squatted over it and took a shit. I turned to him and told him to clean me up, which he did without fuss. Then I pointed to the pile of shit on his shirt and told him,

"I want you to pick it up one piece at a time and smear it all over your body. Make sure you cover every part of your body with shit and use every bit of it."

His face fell, but he picked up a piece of shit and brought it up to his chest. He took a deep breath and began to rub it into his chest. He worked it all over his chest and stomach, then reached out for another piece, which he began to rub over his legs. By this stage he was starting to gag a bit with the smell and I had to take a few steps back. He smeared it around his cock (which was rock hard) and balls and around his ass and began to reach up to cover his back. Another piece and he covered his arms. Then he turned to look at me.

"Keep going," I nodded.

He took another breath and started to smear it over his face. I could see tears running down his face.

Once he finished, he looked up at me. "Is that OK?" he asked.

"Not bad," I told him, "but you've missed a spot."

He looked at me blankly, then looked over his body, which was completely covered in shit.

"Where?" he asked.

I pointed to his head, "You haven't washed your hair."

He pulled a face but reached up and began to rub shit into his hair. Finally, he was completely covered, and he stood there looking extremely miserable.

"Fantastic," I told him.

I made him stay like that as we walked around for about an hour and then I finally let him go into the ocean and wash himself clean. He stayed in there scrubbing himself off for ages and when he came out you could still smell a mild shit smell on him. We drove home, and I asked him how he had enjoyed his shit bath.

"It was so gross," he said. "Do you have to make me do stuff like that?"

"Of course I do," I told him. "It's fun to see you do stuff you don't like. But I was really proud that you remembered what you'd promised and did it without any fuss. You really made me very happy."

He blushed a bit. "Are you gonna make me do that again?"

"Probably," I said. "Is that OK?"

"I guess," he mumbled. "If that's what you want."

"It is," I told him. "We're gonna have so much fun."

He blushed again.

"I tell you what," I said. "To help you get used to it, how about each morning, after you do your shit, you rub some onto your face and then come down to have breakfast. You can keep it on until you have your shower. That way you'll get used to having shit on you. What do you think?"

He looked doubtful, but it was pretty clear what answer I was looking for.

"OK," he said.

When we got home, I told him to quickly duck back upstairs and have a shower and put on some deodorant to get rid of the lingering smell.

Monday morning, I had to remind him to wipe some shit on his face. He made a face but picked up a piece and smeared it around his face. Then we went down to breakfast. It was pretty hot watching him try to lap up his piss cereal without getting his shitty face too close to his food. Once he finished, I let him go shower and for the rest of the day I pretty much left him alone.

That afternoon I called Bill. When we'd talked at the beach, he'd mentioned he might have some ideas to help me. So I called him and we spent a couple of hours talking. I told him all the stuff I'd done with my brother and he said he thought I was doing a good job with him. He wasn't too much into the shit stuff but acknowledged that I seemed to know what I was doing there. Where he could help, he said, was with some of the BDSM stuff. I had fairly limited knowledge about that and had mainly limited myself to tying him up and beating him a bit, but Bill had a whole lot of ideas about different toys I could use, and offered to help me buy them online (using the money my brother made from selling himself) and we could have them delivered to his place and use them there.

I asked him what he wanted in return, and he said, "If we go ahead with this, I'd love to have your brother visit me maybe once a week to play and be able to spend some time with him alone."

I told him that seemed reasonable.

He hesitated then asked, "if I got a medical certificate, showing I didn't have any diseases, do you think I could fuck him without a condom?"

I didn't respond immediately, and he said, "If it's an issue, don't worry about it."

I thought about it a bit and then, perhaps a bit naively, said, "No that's OK."

We chatted a bit more and we arranged to meet on Tuesdays, starting the next week. He said he'd order a couple of toys and we could spend some time introducing my brother to the toys and after we'd had fun with that he'd get to spend some time alone playing with him. I didn't say anything to my brother about the arrangement, figuring it would be a nice surprise for him. The next couple of days were fairly routine, with my brother accepting the new routine of rubbing shit on his face without fuss.

Thursday came, and we headed back to the playground. As we got near, I reminded him that he needed to earn $250 and not make any fuss. I also told him that he should focus on how much he enjoyed sex and not think so much about the fact it was with strange guys. But I also told him to pay close attention to each guy as I was going to ask him later to tell me which guys had been the best and which the worst.

"But at the same time," I said. "Just because one guy is worse than another doesn't mean you should provide anything less than the best possible suck or fuck for him."

He nodded, and I sent him off and sat down with a magazine to read. It wasn't long before his first customer arrived. It was one of the guys he'd met last week. I sneaked over long enough to hear him ask for a fuck. The next couple of guys were just after a quick suck. I didn't pay too much attention after that as he seemed to know what he was doing by now. Eventually he came back out to me and handed me $280.

I smiled at him. "Extra money? Looks like you didn't want to stop."

He frowned, "I only wanted to suck the last guy, so I'd have $250, but he wanted a fuck."

"Well I'm glad you didn't say no to him," I said.

"You said I shouldn't say no," he told me. "I figured you'd be mad if I did."

"Well you were right," I told him. "You should always do what your customer wants. And a little extra cash is always good."

We headed back to the car and I told him to clean the condoms. As he licked them clean I asked him about the guys that fucked him. There were four of them. Two of them were guys who'd fucked him the previous week. I told him that was a good sign.

"It means you must be doing a good job, or they wouldn't come back."

He blushed. "Did you cum yet?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Well how about you play with yourself a bit while you clean those condoms? But don't cum before I say."

He sighed and pulled out his cock and started stroking as he licked the condoms. Once he'd finished cleaning them we were home, so I took him inside and got him stroking himself again as I asked him to tell me about the guys he'd been with. Starting with the guys he'd sucked I asked him to describe each of them and tell me which one he'd enjoyed the most and which the least. He hesitated and began to talk briefly about them. I interrupted to ask for detailed descriptions about cock sizes, what their balls were like, whether they were cut or uncut, how hairy they were, how their cum tasted. He was reluctant to admit to liking any of them, but I finally made him confess that the one he'd enjoyed the most was a younger guy, fairly well built, moderately hairy, with a 6-inch cut cock, whose cum tasted "sorta sweet." The one he'd liked least was much easier. Older guy who wasn't very clean and smelt a bit, uncut 7-inch cock that tasted "a bit gross". Apparently, he'd wanted my brother to spend a lot of time licking all around his cock and balls and underneath the foreskin, before holding my brother's head and fucking his face fairly roughly. I smiled as he relived the experience.

I made him go through the same process, describing in detail each of the guys who'd fucked him and which one he'd liked best and which one he liked least. I finally gave him permission to cum, just as he was describing the guy he'd liked least fucking him.

Chapter 15

Saturday morning arrived, and we got ready for the beach.

"Ready to meet some new friends?" I asked.

He made a face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Doing stuff with strange guys makes me feel dirty," he said.

"Well that makes sense," I said. "You're a slut who lets random guys at the beach fuck him and a whore who earns money selling his body. Sounds pretty dirty to me."

He blushed.

"You're such a fun little faggot that I want to share you with as many guys as possible. So today we're going to see if we can make a few more guys happy. We'll see if we can find some guys who don't get much fun."

He moaned. "Couldn't you at least find some nice guys?"

I smiled at him. "It's more caring for you to make unattractive guys feel good. They don't get as much fun, so you should be nice to them."

He scowled at me.

I laughed, "Hey, you're the one who agreed to be a slave. That's the way it is. Now put on your happy face and let's go."

We got to the beach, I told him to strip and we began strolling along the shore, my eyes on the lookout for potential "friends". After about 20 minutes I spotted a guy I'd seen the last couple of times before. Both times I'd noticed him watching my brother, but he'd never been brave enough to come up and talk to him. He was an older gentleman and quite overweight. Exactly what I'd been looking for. He was staring intently at my brother and sitting in a way that hid, what I suspected was an erection. I nudged my brother and nodded in the direction of the man. He looked at the man then looked back at me in horror.

"Please no," he begged.

I looked at him. "We've had this discussion," I said. "Do you think that just because he's not attractive, he doesn't deserve some fun?"

He shook his head.

"Then who better to give him some fun than a slave who doesn't have any rights?" I asked.

He sighed and nodded.

I gave him some instructions and he wandered over and sat down by the guy and began chatting. Initially the guy was clearly nervous, hands in his lap and hunched over so his fat belly covered his crotch and kept looking around. But after a few minutes he started to relax and chat with my brother. After a few more minutes my brother looked up and nodded to me and I wandered over and sat down with them. The guy looked at me suspiciously and pulled away again.

"It's OK," I reassured him. "I know why my brother is here chatting with you. I'm not here to stop him having fun with you if that's what he wants. I'm just here to hang around and make sure he stays safe."

He nodded briefly but didn't speak. I looked at my brother.

He paused a moment, then drew a breath and spoke to the man again. "So, do you want to go and have some fun?"

The man hesitated, then asked, "Are you sure you want to do it with someone like me?"

My brother nodded with what I could see was a forced smile on his face.

The man not noticing or perhaps caring smiled back and said, "Then I'd love to have some fun with you."

He gathered his stuff up and carefully carrying it in front of him, followed us over the sand dunes and into the bush.

When we got to our hidden spot he spread out a towel and sat down pulling my brother down next to him. The man immediately began to run his hands over my brother's body. He leaned over and pressed his lips against my brother's. I could see a look of disgust in my brother's eyes, but he knew his role and kissed the man back.

After a couple of minutes, the man pulled away, leaving my brother gasping for breath.

"So, what would you like to do?" the man asked.

My brother glanced at me, then said, "I could suck you. Or you could fuck me if you like?"

I'd moved around behind the guy by this time, so my brother could see me, but the guy couldn't. I pointed at my ass and stuck out my tongue. My brother looked at me pleadingly, but I nodded sternly at him.

He took a breath, then said, "I could lick your ass."

The guy looked at him. "You'd do that?" he asked. "I love having my ass licked, but almost no one will do it." He hesitated a moment, then said, "It's not very clean though, so you might not want to do it."

My brother gave me another pleading glance and I raised my eyebrow.

He sighed and said, "No I want to."

The man broke out into a huge grin and said, "Fantastic."

He got up on his hands and knees and my brother moved in behind him. He lowered his face towards the asshole, placed his hands on the man's large wobbly cheeks and spread them wide. He pulled a face, but knowing he had no choice, leaned in and ran his tongue over the hole, nearly his whole face sinking into the flabby mounds. The man moaned in pleasure. My brother looked up at me with a look of disgust on his face, then pushed his face into the man's behind and began to work on the hole in earnest. After a couple of minutes, he pulled away for a breath and looked at me, seeking permission to stop. I shook my head and motioned him to continue. I made him keep going for the best part of 20 minutes, before finally allowing him to stop. The man was breathing hard as he sat back up.

"Wow," he said. "I don't think I've ever had a rim job that good before. You must really love doing that."

My brother blushed, but didn't say anything.

"So, do you want to suck my cock now?" the man asked.

My brother nodded and leaned over and began to lick the man's balls, then ran his tongue up the shaft of his cock, before opening his mouth and swallowing the cock. It wasn't long before the man was moaning in pleasure. My brother picked up the pace, I suspect with the goal of finishing the guy off, so he could get away from him. But it didn't work. The guy just lay back moaning, enjoying the blow job.

After about 10 minutes the guy pulled my brother's head up and said, "You're pretty good at that. But I want to cum in your ass."

My brother grabbed a condom out of his bag and helped the man put it on.

"I'm not really built for much in the way of energetic action," the man said. "So how about if I lie back and you can sit on me and ride my cock?"

He lay back on the towel, his cock rock hard and pointing up. My brother moved into position straddling him and lowered himself down onto the cock. The man groaned in ecstasy as he entered my brother's hole. He reached up and grabbed my brother by the waist and began guiding him up and down on his cock. Once they got a rhythm going, he reached up and began playing with my brother's nipples. My brother was rock hard by this point and often pressed into the fat man's wobbling belly. I guess he'd got over his concerns about how 'gross' this guy was. It didn't take long at all until the man was gasping in pleasure and he thrust upwards as he came. My brother was quite excited by this point and tried to continue humping his cock, but the man pulled him down and began to kiss him as he eased his cock out of my brother's butt. My brother moaned in frustration, his cock throbbing. After a moment or two the man pushed him away and got up.

"That was so good," he said. "Is there any chance I can see you again?

My brother was silent, so I nodded to him indicating he should respond.

"I guess," he said.

"Wonderful," said the man. "When will I see you?"

My brother hesitated again, clearly not wanting to respond, but eventually said, "I'll be here next weekend."

"That's great," said the man. "I'll see you then."

And with that he waddled back to the beach.

My brother sat up.

"That was so gross," he said. "His breath was disgusting, and his ass tasted gross, and so did his cock."

"Now that's not very nice," I reprimanded him. "He enjoyed it didn't he?"

My brother nodded.

"And I enjoyed it too," I said. "And so if he enjoyed it and I enjoyed it. does it matter if you enjoyed it?"

My brother scowled at me.

"In any case, it looked like you enjoyed having his cock up you," I laughed. "You didn't want to stop."

"I wanted to cum," he mumbled. "I'm horny."

"I can tell," I told him. "It's OK. Jerk yourself off for me."

He looked at me in surprise, but happily reached down and began to jerk his cock. It was only a few minutes before he was gasping and shooting. He placed a hand to catch the cum, the way I'd taught him and when he'd finished shooting, he reached up and licked his hand clean.

"Better?" I asked.

My brother nodded.

"OK, now here's the thing," I said. "I know you like getting fucked. But when a guy is fucking you, your attention needs to be on his pleasure. Not thinking about your own. Your pleasure doesn't matter. So before we find another guy for you to play with, we need to do something about that, so you're not eager to cum again so soon."

He looked at me confused.

"I just came," he said.

"I know," I replied. "But a horny little slut like you isn't going to be satisfied with one cum. So get busy and jerk off again, until I tell you to stop."

He sighed. "Do you have to make me do that? It hurts when I do it too much."

I looked at him without speaking.

He sighed again and began to jerk off. A few minutes later he was shooting again. He stopped as he licked his hand clean.

"I didn't tell you to stop," I told him.

He put his hand down again and began jerking a third time. It took longer this time but eventually he was shooting again. He looked up at me pleadingly.

"It hurts."

I just looked at him and he sighed and kept going. The fourth time took nearly 20 minutes and he was in tears by the time he finally started spasming, a tiny amount of cum leaking out of the tip of his cock.

"Good boy," I said. "You can stop now."

He sighed with relief.

"OK," I said. "Let's go find someone else to have fun with."

We headed back to the beach.

"How many more guys do I have to do it with?" he asked.

"Let's see if we can find another two or three," I said.

He looked frustrated.

"Fine," he said.

"And this time," I said, "I'd like a little more eagerness from you. I want you not just to volunteer to lick his ass, I want you to specifically ask him if you can. I want him to think that you love doing it, understand?"

He pulled a face and nodded.

"It's so gross," he moaned.

"I know," I said. "But you need to make sure it looks like the best thing you've ever tasted. I want every guy who fucks you to think that you're a dirty little faggot, who will do anything."

"Fine," he scowled.

We headed back to the beach and began strolling along the shore. A few guys came up to chat but every time my brother looked at me, I shook my head. Another time I'd have considered them, but for now they were too young and attractive. After about half an hour a much older gentleman came over and said hi. He was easily in his sixties, grey hair, wrinkles, and his cock was old and wrinkled too. I smiled at my brother and nodded. He looked a bit sick, but obediently began to chat to the man. Once the man's interest was evident, he asked the man if he'd like to fuck him. The man smiled and agreed, and we headed off over the dunes again. His name was Graham and he was 67. He said it had been years since he'd been with a boy as beautiful as my brother. My brother blushed. Once we got out of sight of the beach, Graham began to run his fingers over my brother's body, feeling his chest and reaching around behind to feel his ass. I nodded to my brother and pointed at my ass.

He sighed and said, "If it's OK with you, could I lick your ass before you fuck me?"

Graham's eyes widened.

"Sure, if you'd like," he said. "I love having that done, but so few guys like to do it."

My brother put on a smile, that I could tell was fake, but realistic enough to fool Graham.

"I love the taste of ass," he said.

"Wonderful," said Graham. "Do you want to suck my cock as well?"

My brother nodded, "Sure."

Graham got down on his hands and knees and my brother moved in behind him, pulled his ass cheeks apart and ran his tongue up the crack. He pulled away for a second, looked at me and pulled a face, then pushed his head back in and began to lick in earnest. Graham moaned in pleasure.

"Fuck, that's great," he sighed.

My brother kept going, eliciting further moans from Graham. He kept one eye on me, waiting for me to signal that he'd done enough, but I just sat back and watched. I kept him going for almost 15 minutes before signalling him to move down and work on Graham's balls. After a few minutes, Graham stood up and waved his cock at my brother. My brother immediately moved up and began to suck on it. Graham grabbed the back of his head and forced his cock down my brother's throat. He pushed in and out for a couple of minutes then pulled out, breathing heavily.

"I think that's enough for now," he said. "Otherwise I won't have anything left to fuck you."

I tossed my brother a condom and he helped Graham put it on, then he got on his hands and knees and Graham knelt behind him. He lined his cock up with my brother's hole and pushed in slowly. He paused for a moment once his cock was fully in, glancing up at me with a look of intense satisfaction. Then he began to fuck. His hands gripped my brother's waist as he fucked. He was surprisingly vigorous for a man of his age and he had a lot more stamina than I'd have imagined.

"Jerk your cock," he moaned to my brother.

Obediently my brother reached up and began to stroke his cock as he was fucked. After his recent cums it took him a real effort and some time to get it hard so by the time he was both of them were breathing heavily, Graham certainly with lust. After a few more minutes of strenuous jerkiing my brother let out a loud grunt and began to cum although there was very little spunk to show for it. His orgasm must have pushed Graham over the edge, because a minute later he let out a yell, and began to cum as well. He rested for a bit with his cock in my brother's ass, then let out a sigh and slowly pulled his cock out. My brother, knowing my instructions now, after licking his fingers turned around and eased the condom off Graham's cock. He leaned in and began to lick the cock clean, provoking more moans from Graham. Once Graham's cock was clean, my brother put the condom to his mouth and began to suck it clean too. Graham, now having gotten what he wanted, nodded to me and wandered off.

My brother looked up at me and said, "Can we please go home now?"

"Of course not," I told him. "You've still got to find one more guy to fuck you and if you ask again it will be more."

He moaned, "Couldn't we at least find a nice guy to do it? Those guys were gross."

"Them being gross was the whole point," I told him. "This isn't about your pleasure. This is about teaching you that your body is there to provide pleasure to other men. Any man I choose. No matter how 'gross'. In any case, you managed to cum while he was fucking you, so it can't have been that bad."

He blushed and I thought he was going to argue but he sensibly thought better of it.

"Come on," I said. "Let's go find another guy for you."

He looked at me sourly but got up and followed me back to the beach. I let him have a quick dip to clean himself up a bit before we went for another walk.

While he was swimming, I looked around to find another guy for him. After a while I found the perfect guy. A younger guy but really unattractive. Greasy hair, pimply face, and an appearance of general poor hygiene. And I could see him watching my brother in the water. So I walked down to the water's edge and motioned my brother to come back to shore and pointed him in the direction of the guy.

"No fuss," I warned him. "I want you to convince him that you're a slut who wants nothing more than to taste his cock and ass and to be fucked by him. In fact, you should tell him you want him to piss on you too."

He pulled a face and opened his mouth to protest, but I put my finger against his lips.

"No fuss," I repeated. "Just get it done and we can go home but if you are not enthusiastic enough, I will find some other guys for you to practice with."

He frowned, but walked off without a word and sat down to talk to the guy. After a few minutes, they both stood up and he waved for me to join them.

The guy looked at me nervously as I approached.

"Are you sure you're OK with your bro doing this kind of stuff, dude?" he asked. "He seems kinda young."

"I don't judge," I told him. "If he enjoys doing it, I'm not going to stop him. I'm just here to keep him safe."

"OK," he replied doubtfully. "You know he wants me to piss on him?"

I shrugged.

"As I said, I don't judge. If he wants it and you want it, then that's OK with me."

"Cool," he grinned at me.

I nodded to my brother and he led the way back to our spot. He laid out his towel and looked up at the guy.

"What do you want to do first?"

The guy hesitated a moment, then said, "Do you really want me to piss on you?"

My brother forced a smile and nodded at him.

"Then I'd love to do that first."

My brother nodded and knelt down in front of the guy, positioning himself under his cock and looking up at him. The guy took hold of his cock and shook it a couple of times pointing at his face. There was a pause of a few seconds as the guy took a moment to relax himself and then piss started streaming out onto my brother's face. The guy moved his cock around getting his piss all through my brother's hair and over his face and then down onto his chest.

Gradually the stream slowed, and my brother opened his eyes. Without any hesitation he raised himself up and licked the piss of the tip of the cock, then ran his tongue down the shaft and began to lick the guy's balls. The guy moaned. My brother reached up and grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the towel. He guided the man onto his back and encouraged him to raise his legs. Then he ducked back down and began to run his tongue back over the man's balls. It was quite a performance. If you didn't know, as I did, that my brother wasn't really into this, you'd never have guessed. His mouth moved lower, and he began to tongue the man's asshole, causing another moan of pleasure. He went back and forth between the balls and asshole for some time before lifting up and engulfing the man's cock in his mouth.

Again, there was no hesitation, he took the cock deep into his mouth, pressing his nose into the guy's pubes. From the sounds the guy was making, I could tell that there was some good tongue action happening with the cock as well. I knew from experience just how good a cocksucker my brother was, and it was evident that he was using all his skills. He was clearly keen to be able to go home after this guy. It was only a matter of minutes before the guy began to gasp and cum into my brother's mouth. He pulled out after the first shot and released two more onto my brother's face. Then, still breathing heavily, he wiped his still leaking cock into my brother's hair and lay back to recover.

My brother sat up with a grin on his face.

"Was that good?" he asked with a wink.

The guy looked up at him.

"Fuck kid, that was incredible. How long have you been doing that?"

My brother shrugged.

"A while," he said. "You wanna fuck me now?"

The guy moaned and said, "Give me a minute or two, kid, you just sucked me dry."

My brother sat down beside him. The guy reached up and pulled him down, so they were lying next to each other. He leaned over and began to kiss my brother. My brother quickly responded, kissing him back and running his fingers over the guy's chest. It wasn't long before the guy was rock hard again. My brother grabbed a condom and slipped it over the guy's cock, then got up on his hands and knees.

"Fuck me, please," he moaned.

The guy didn't hesitate to comply, pushing his cock into my brother's ass and beginning to fuck him roughly. My brother moaned with pleasure. I was surprised at how into it he seemed. Part of it was probably him just performing for the guy, but I also suspected that the ongoing sex had pushed him to the point where he was super horny, and eager to get off.

"Fuck me," he moaned again.

The guy complied, thrusting into him repeatedly before pushing in hard and letting out his own moan. They stayed in place for a moment, then the guy pulled his cock out. My brother turned around and slipped the condom off and began to lick the cum off his cock.

The guy lay back breathing heavily.

"That was great," he said. "Can we do it again sometime?"

My brother glanced at me, and I raised my eyebrow.

"Sure," he replied.

I nodded to him pointedly.

"I'm here every weekend," my brother said sullenly.

"Nice," the guy smiled. "I'll see you next week then."

And with that he got up and walked off.

My brother looked at me wearily.

"Are we done now?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so," I said. "Although you don't look like you're done," I pointed to his rock-hard cock.

He blushed.

"I'm so horny," he whined. "Can I cum again?"

"I think you can wait a little bit longer," I told him. "But I'm pretty horny myself so why don't you take care of that for me."

I pointed to my cock. He sighed and knelt down in front of me and sucked my cock into his mouth.

Having spent most of the afternoon watching him suck cock and get fucked, it didn't take long for me to cum. I pulled out of his mouth, my cock rapidly softening and headed back to the beach with him following me.

Just before we got to the beach, he touched my shoulder and pointed to his cock.

"Can I go for a quick swim to get it to go soft again and wash off the piss."

I smiled at him.

"Don't be silly. You should be proud of that."

So we walked back to the car with his cock standing at attention the whole way.

We got into the car and he reached for his clothes. I pulled them away from him.

"Don't you need to take care of that first?" I said, pointing at his cock.

He sighed and began to jerk off. I drove off and out of the carpark.

He yelped and ducked down in his seat.

"Someone will see me," he whined.

"Then you'd better hurry and finish," I told him. "Sit up properly and keep your legs spread. When you cum, and you've cleaned yourself properly, you can put on a shirt, but unless I say otherwise, I want to still be able to see your cock."

He mumbled quietly to himself but sat up straight and spread his legs, jerking himself rapidly. Fortunately for him, despite all his cums it didn't take him too long to cum again. He quickly wiped the little bit of cum off his chest and licked it up, then grabbed a shirt and put it on. He sat there for the rest of the trip home with his cock and balls on display. As we pulled into the drive, I tossed him his pants and he quickly put them on.

Chapter 16

Tuesday arrived and it was time to visit Bill. I'd been looking forward to this all week. My brother had no idea. I picked him up from school as usual and we drove to Bill's place. My brother looked at me.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"You'll find out," I smiled.

I led him up to the front door, which was shielded from the road by a small portico.

"Clothes off," I ordered.

My brother hesitated for only a second before shrugging and stripping off. I think he realised that there was no point in making a fuss about it. I picked up his clothes and told him to ring the doorbell, as I took his clothes and locked them in the car.

He rang the bell and stood there, not covering himself. By this point I had trained him never to try and stop others seeing his body and I was sure he realised that whoever's house this was he'd probably be having sex with them before long anyway.

Just as I arrived back from the car, Bill opened the door.

"Hey there," he grinned. "I've been looking forward to seeing you again."

My brother scowled at me as Bill led us inside.

"I've got some great fun planned for your brother," he said to me.

He led us downstairs to the basement, where he had a large square frame set up in the middle of the floor. He guided my brother over to it. He strapped leather cuffs to my brother's wrists and ankles, then guided him over to the frame where he attached first his wrists, then his ankles to chains linked to each corner of the frame.

"What are you going to do to me?" my brother asked nervously.

"Don't you worry about that," replied Bill. "Just relax and go with it."

He tightened the chains until my brother was hanging in an 'X' shape in the middle of the frame, then paused a minute to fondle my brother's cock, which rapidly hardened.

"See," grinned Bill. "You're already excited."

Bill reached into a box nearby and pulled out a ball gag, which he brought up to my brother's mouth.

"Open wide," he instructed.

Once the gag was in place, he pulled some more equipment out of the box. A device with multiple wires hanging off it, that I didn't recognise, as well as a range of other bits and pieces. Bill grabbed a clip and reached out to squeeze my brother's nipple. He pulled on it a bit, then applied the clip, causing a gasp of pain from my brother. He did the same with the other nipple. He pulled out another couple of larger clips and attached one to each of my brother's balls. They didn't appear to cause too much pain, being just tight enough to maintain their grip without falling off. Next, Bill pulled out a small metallic butt plug, about 12cm [5 inches] long and just under 3 cm [1 inch] wide at its thickest point. He quickly lubed it and inserted it into my brother's butt.

Next, he pulled out a long thin metallic rod.

"I don't think your brother has explored sounding yet?" Bill asked me.

I shook my head.

"Then this should be a fun new experience for him."

He wiped some lube on the rod, then began to stroke my brother's cock, which had softened slightly but was still semi-hard. It didn't take long until he was rock hard again and Bill brought the rod down and placed it at the tip of his cock. My brother was starting to look a bit worried at this point and struggled a bit in his chains and made some noises through the gag.

"Just relax, boy," said Bill. "You can't stop this happening, and you might even enjoy it."

He pushed the rod and it gently slid into my brother's piss slit.

My brother moaned as it slid in, more in surprise than pain, I think.

Bill grabbed the box with wires and began to clip a wire to each of the clips on my brother's nipples and balls. He then attached a wire to the butt plug and the sound. He held up the device to me.

"This thing administers electrical shocks through the wires to your brother."

He pointed to the buttons next to each of the wires.

"You can use it to shock any particular area you like …"

He pressed the button connected to my brother's left nipple, and my brother jumped as the shock hit him. He made some noise, but the ball gag in his mouth prevented him from complaining.

"… or you can set it on random, so it provides shocks to different areas in turns."

He pressed another button, and my brother began to squirm and yell as shocks began to hit him in his most sensitive parts. After a couple of minutes, Bill pressed the button again and the shocks stopped. My brother was moaning and begging us to stop (at least that's what I think he was saying) but we ignored him.

"Of course, that's just the lowest power setting," Bill told me as he pointed to a dial on the box. "We can increase the power by turning up the dial.

He turned it up to about the half-way point and pressed the 'random' button again.

Instantly my brother's moans turned to screams as he pulled his body back and forth, trying to escape the pain that was shooting through his body.

Bill gave it another couple of minutes then said, "and of course there's always full power."

As he spoke, he turned the dial up to full. My brother's body went taut as he tried to process the pain. Even his screaming stopped. After about 20 second, Bill pressed the button and the shocks stopped. My brother was breathing hard and he had tears in his eyes.

"Please …" his muffled voice said, begging me to make it stop.

Bill smiled at him.

"Don't worry, sexy, we're just getting started."

My brother moaned in fear, his head shaking from side to side.

"The final setting is this one," said Bill, pointing to a switch under the power dial. "If we switch this one on, and hit the 'random' button, the shocks will occur randomly at different outlets and at different power levels. So he might get a light shock in his ass, then a full power shock in his right ball, then a mid level one in his left nipple. There is no way for him to tell what's coming next."

He matched his actions to his words and set the power running again, making my brother twitch and cry out some more.

"You want a beer?" Bill asked.

I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on my brother's body.

"Grab a seat."

He pointed to the couch and headed to the kitchen, returning quickly with two beers. We sat down and and watched my brother twitching and jerking and yelling as he got repeated shocks. We drank our beers in silence and after about 15 minutes, Bill reached out and switched off the device. My brother drooped in place, breathing hard and crying. Bill reached up and removed the ball gag.

"Did you have fun, slut?" he asked.

My brother shook his head but didn't say anything.

"That's a shame," laughed Bill. "Maybe next time will be better."

My brother shuddered.

Bill began to remove the clips from my brother and then pulled out the butt plug and sound. He gently stroked my brother's cock and balls as my brothers breathing gradually slowed. His cock hardened again until it was pointing out straight.

"That's a good slut," Bill told him. "I knew you would like it rough."

He looked at me.

"I was going to fuck him next, but since he's already hanging in place, it seems a shame not to have a bit more fun."

He reached up and put the ball gag back on my brother and then pulled his belt off.

"I'll take the front and you take the back?" he suggested.

I got the hint quickly and pulled my belt of and moved around behind my brother. Working together we rained blows on my brother's body from each side, quickly making him twitch and scream again. We took our time, making sure to cover him from shoulders to knees. Finally, Bill paused for a break, and I followed his lead. My brother was sobbing and shaking.

Without warning Bill brought the belt up between my brother's legs, landing a hard blow directly on his balls, causing my brother to shriek and lift himself up with his wrists. Satisfied with the response, Bill put his belt back on and undid the straps holding my brother's legs in place. Then he undid my brother's wrists and my brother fell to the floor and curled up in a ball.

Bill gave him a gentle kick in the back.

"Come on faggot, the fun's not over yet. You've still got my cock to take care of."

He reached down and pulled my brother up by his arm and guided him to his bedroom.

"Help yourself to another beer," he called back to me.

I grabbed another beer and sat back drinking and listening to the sounds of fucking from the next room.

After about 45 minutes the two of them emerged, my brother walking tenderly and cum running down the back of his legs.

"Can we go now?" he asked.

"That's up to Bill," I replied.

He looked at Bill hopefully. Bill reached around behind him and gently squeezed his bum.

"Sure kid," he said. "I'm pretty done now. I just need a piss and I'm sure your brother does too."

He looked pointedly at my brother, who sighed and got down on his knees in front of Bill and opened his mouth. Bill let loose with a long stream of piss that half went into my brother's mouth and half over his face and body. As the stream dried up, he nudged my brother around in front of me and I let loose too, making sure to target his mouth. He swallowed it all without fuss, then allowed Bill to pull him up to his feet.

"You're a fun kid," Bill told him. "I'm looking forward to lots more fun and games with you but first you need to clean that mess up you made."

I left my brother licking up the spilt piss of the floor and went and fetched his clothes from the car. When Bill was satisfied with his clean-up job I tossed them on the floor and he quickly got dressed and we headed off.

"See you next week," I said to Bill on the way out.

My brother looked at me but didn't say anything until we got in the car and drove off.

"Next week?" my brother asked in a whining tone.

"Absolutely," I told him. "Aren't I a nice brother for helping you develop such an active sex life."

"It hurt so bad," he whined. "Is he gonna hurt me like that again?"

"Silly boy," I laughed. "I'm sure that's just the beginning of all the fun stuff Bill has planned. It won't be long before you can take much more."

He shook his head.

"I can't take more, it hurts me so much."

I reached over and gently stroked his cock through his pants.

"You need to try to focus on how much pleasure you're giving others and stop thinking about yourself all the time," I told him. "Bill and I enjoyed ourselves a lot, so it doesn't matter if you didn't like it."

"Plus," I reminded him, "You got to have Bill fuck you as well and I know you love being fucked, so it wasn't all bad."

His cock was rock hard again in my fingers.

"Get your pants off and jerk off until we get home. Make sure you cum at least twice," I told him.

Epilogue

Sadly, there's not much more story to tell. Things continued along the same path for the next year. My brother continued to sell his body and meet with men at the beach. We met with Bill regularly for BDSM games, which my brother always found at least unpleasant and often much worse. He continued to service me sexually each day and it all became fairly routine for him.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Just after my brother's 15th birthday I moved out of my parent's home and sex with my brother became less regular. I still had him visit me on occasion but it became less frequent over time. He stopped visiting the beach and Bill as soon as I wasn't around to force him to go, but he admitted that he still visited the park to earn money, now for himself, on a fairly regular basis for a while.

We kept in touch, and (perhaps surprisingly) he showed no ill-will towards me for the abuse I'd given him over the years. Somewhat to my surprise, he got his first girlfriend not long after I moved out. He admitted that he'd always preferred girls even though he enjoyed being fucked by men. It turned out that he preferred his girlfriend to be at the younger end of the scale and as he aged, his girlfriends tended to stay between 15 and 19. In his early 20's he was even active with a 13yo girl for quite a while. He also admitted that, once in a while, he enjoyed meeting up with an older dom guy for a session of rough sex and abuse.

In the meantime my interest in boys continued. I had a few casual encounters with teen boys over the years but nothing like the fun I had with my brother. Then I met and married a man who had his own son.

But that's another story …

The End