PZA: The Ties of Brotherhood 1-7

Dean and I had been playing tie-up games ever since we joined Boy Scouts two years ago and learned our knots. It started when we were practicing one afternoon and he bet me that he could tie me up so well that I couldn't get loose. I took his bet and he was right. He let me struggle for a few minutes and freed me. Then I tied him up and he couldn't get loose either.

I enjoyed the feel of the ropes on my wrists and ankles and for some reason not being able to move excited me. When I tied Dean up, I felt a rush of pleasure at the power I had over his helpless body. Dean must have felt the same because he suggested that we practice tying each other up so we could learn how to get free. I didn't object and at least once a week, sometimes more, we'd tie each other up in as many different ways as we could think of.

After a while, Dean started making up situations where we'd pretend that we had been kidnapped or caught by pirates or space aliens who tied us up to keep us from escaping. Dean had a great imagination and came up with all sorts of situations that he called 'scenarios' where we'd end up being tied at the end. I always looked forward to taking part in his games.

The only thing we couldn't do was figure out a way of being both tied up at the same time. That way, we could pretend we'd both been captured and would help each other get untied. We tried different ways, but it was impossible.

Dean said, "Yeah. That problem. There's no way we can do it by ourselves, so I figured that Alex could tie both of us up."

"First of all, he's eleven years old, the same age we were when we started. He just looks younger because he's so small. And second, he's a computer geek and likes to try anything new. If worse came to worse, I'll give him some money so he can buy more computer stuff. He'd do it for that."

"Maybe not at first, but I'll show him. If he's not very good at it to begin with, that won't matter because we wanted to be able to untie each other so we could pretend we were escaping."

I tried to sound as if I didn't care much, but I did. The idea of someone else in our games who would tie us both up made my heart run a little faster and I hoped Alex would do it.

"I know it'll work." Dean dropped to his knees and pulled the box where we stored our ropes from under his bed. "I'll show him how by tying you first and then have him do it. When he gets the hang of it, he can do both of us at the same time."

"Naw. He's always in those online role playing games where they pretend to be characters in fantasy games that take place in castles and dungeons and stuff."

"Yeah, the only thing he does in the summer other than mess with his computer is play park league soccer. He's down in his room."

Dean pulled out half a dozen pieces of the cotton clothesline that we used to tie each other. We'd bought it at the hardware store and washed it a few times to make it soft and easy to tie and then cut it into about six foot lengths. He got to his feet and I followed him down the hall to his brother's room.

The door was closed when we got there, but Dean just walked in without knocking or saying he was coming. Alex looked up from his computer and said, "You know, you could knock. I can't just barge into your room anytime I want."

Dean said, "Yeah, I know, but that's one of the disadvantages of being the younger brother. I get my privacy, but you don't."

Alex scowled at Dean and it seemed to me that he was starting off on the wrong foot if he were going to ask Alex for a favor. My younger brother, who was the same age as Alex, would have been mad at me for the rest of the day if I'd done that to him.

Dean ignored Alex's dirty look. "I've got something I want you to do that's right up your alley. Mike and I have been playing some games like your dungeons and dragons and we want you to help us. What do you think?"

"You get the best part. We want you to be the guy who captures and ties us up. Once you've done that, you'll leave us alone in your dungeon while we try to untie each other."

"That doesn't matter. I'll show you. To begin with, you can practice on Mike a few times and then you can do us both."

Dean dropped the lengths clothesline on the floor of his brother's room. "Mike, turn around and put your hands behind your back." When I did, he said to Alex, "Watch how I do this. It's not hard at all."

Folding the rope in half, he confidently tied my wrists together. We had gotten good at tying each other because after we'd been playing his scenarios for a while, Dean had done some web searches and found a site called Bondage University that gave instructions, safety tips and even videos on how to tie someone up. The site was useful, but all the pictures were of women, which I didn't find interesting and from his comments neither did Dean.

When I got a chance, I searched the web for bondage pictures. There were lots of sites with men tied and I liked them much better than the sites with women. When I looked for pictures of kids our age who were tied up, I didn't find any at all, which was disappointing. There had to be other kids who wanted to be tied.

Dean finished tying my wrists and said, "There. Nothing to it. Can you get loose, Mike?"

I made a show of struggling and after a few moments, I said, "Nope. It's good and tight."

It took Alex three tries to get the rope around my wrists well enough that I couldn't easily free myself. He didn't get it as tight as Dean usually did, but it seemed to work.

Dean inspected his little brother's work and said, "That's good. Mike, take your shoes off and sit down on the bed so I can show Alex how to do your ankles."

This time, Alex caught on after the first try and tied my ankles snuggly together. I said, "That'll work. I won't be able to get loose without help."

Dean said, "We're ready then. Let's go back to my room and you can tie us both."

Alex said, "No way. Your room is always a mess. Let's do it in here where the floor is clean."

I had to agree with Alex. Although Dean was my best friend, he was a slob. His room is always a disaster area with dirty clothes, dishes and fast food wrappers all over the place. His mother had given up trying to make him keep it picked up years ago and almost never came in anymore. Alex, on the other hand, was a neat freak and kept his room spotless, especially his computer equipment. If I had to lie on the floor, I'd rather do it in Alex's room.

Dean said, "That's fine, but you'll have to leave us alone while we try to get loose."

"If that's what you want to do." Alex nodded and Dean said, "Leave Mike tied then and I'll be right back. I have to get more rope and a few other things."

When Dean left, Alex said, "You and Dean have been playing games like this for a while?"

"Yeah, a couple of years now. He said you do those role playing games on your computer a lot."

"Sometimes. It's fun to be different characters, take quests and fight monsters and things." He gave me a funny grin and said, "You really want me to tie you both up so you can't get loose. And I'll be in charge like I was a dungeon master in one of my games."

"I'm going to like this. Role playing games are just on the computer. Doing this is going to be real."

Alex gave me his funny grin again and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. If I'd had put Alex's expression and the situation I was in together, I would have demanded that Alex untie me and gotten out of there. But my excitement and the prospect of Dean and I being tied at the same time and taking his scenarios one step farther, prevented me from thinking the whole thing through. Anyway, at that point, Dean came back into the room.

He handed Alex more rope and the two bandanas we used for gags. "Here's what you'll need. Help me get Mike onto the floor and then you can tie me."

They eased me off the bed so I was lying face-down on the carpet – the only position that was reasonably comfortable given how I was tied.

Dean took one of the bandanas and folded it. "Here's how to make a gag. I'll put this on Mike and then after you tie me up, you can put mine on."

He dropped to one knee, took the folded cloth and when he wrapped around my face, I opened my mouth so the fabric would go between my teeth. He knotted it behind my head quite a bit tighter than he had before and I mumbled in protest, which didn't do any good because he didn't loosen it any.

"There, see how it keeps Mike from talking. After you gag me, we won't be able to yell for help while we try to untie each other." He put his hands behind his back. "Tie me just like you did Mike and then give us twenty minutes to get loose before you come back."

Alex silently nodded and began to tie Dean's hands. I looked up to watch him work and saw he wore the same funny grin as he had before, which made me wonder what he might be thinking. At that point, I would have shrugged if I could, but since I sure couldn't change anything, I decided not to worry about it.

When Dean's hands were tied, he stretched on the floor next to me and said, "Okay, tie my ankles and put the gag in. Then leave for twenty minutes. I can see your clock from here so I'll know how long we have left to try and get free."

Again, Alex silently tied Dean's ankles together and when he picked up the gag, Dean opened his mouth so Alex could tie it in place. When he was done, Alex stood up, examining us helplessly bound and lying on the floor in the middle of his room.

He snapped his fingers "Oh, wait a minute. Before I leave, I have to get out of the chat room I was in on the web. Then I'll start the time."

Alex fiddled with his computer a lot longer than I thought was necessary just to get out of a chat room. I couldn't see what he was doing because he had his back to us blocking our view of his computer. When he stepped away, the screen was dark.

He walked out and closed the door and I could hear him going down the stairs. For a few minutes, Dean and I just lay there smiling at each other around our gags and struggling a little to feel the restraining ropes on our bodies. About the time I began to I wonder when Dean wanted to start to try to untie each other, he squirmed over to me so our shoulders and hips were touching. I figured we were about to start working on the knots and moved toward him. Instead of trying to get our hands in position to get a hold of the rope, he slowly began to rock his hips against the carpet.

His motions surprised me. What was he doing? He wasn't… was he? He was! There was nothing else he could be doing.

Until now, one of the things that Dean and I carefully avoided talking about was a certain uncontrollable reaction we began to have during our tie up games about nine months ago. Dean was the first to be embarrassed. One night when I stayed over at his house, I tied him up when he was wearing only pajamas. When he turned over trying to get loose, it was obvious that he had an erection. The light material of his pajamas wouldn't hide it and it stood out prominently when he arched his back. After I untied him and he tied me up, I got an erection, too. Since I only had on underwear, mine could be seen even easier than his. Neither of us said anything about it and ended our game right then. After that, we both wore clothes that would cover our condition if it happened again and we never talked about it, although I wanted to. Almost every time, Dean tied me, I got an erection and it felt so good that it made me always look forward to our games just for that.

A few weeks later, like all boys at my age, I discovered the joys of masturbation and seeing Dean tied up with an erection played a prominent role my fantasies. I wondered if he knew I got an erection when he tied me up, but I couldn't find a way of asking him. Many times, it seemed as though he had one, but it was hard to tell because of our clothes. Now, it seemed as though he planned to masturbate right next to me.

I could understand why he'd want to. Since watching Alex tie Dean, I'd had an erection and lying on the floor put pressure on my most sensitive spot. Since the gag kept me from saying anything, I gave into desire and began to rock my hips on the carpet, too.

Dean felt my motions matching his, looked over at me and winked. I felt my ears get hot which was an indication that my face had turned bright red, but I didn't let that stop me. What I was doing with Dean felt too good.

Faster and harder, we drove our hips into the carpet until I heard Dean begin to grunt rhythmically through his gag as he hit his orgasm. That was enough to send me over the edge and I joined him, making as much noise as he did.

When I could think about anything but my orgasm, I looked up at the clock and saw it was thirteen minutes after three. I tried to relax as much as I could and catch my breath before Alex came back. Fortunately, our timing was good. What would Alex have though if he'd seen us a few minutes early, but then he was only eleven and what did an eleven-year-old know about real sex? I sure didn't know much even though I'd had the sex-ed class at school when I was eleven.

Right at three-fifteen, the door opened and Alex came in to find us struggling and gasping on the floor. "Man, are you guys' faces red. You must have been working really hard to get loose.

If we hadn't been gagged, we would have burst out laughing. Instead, Dean and I only nodded.

Chapter Two

Mike and Dean continue with their bondage games and begin to get a little personal all the while thinking Alex has no idea what's going on. Foreshadow: Little brothers are a lot more perceptive than older brothers think they are.

The rest of the afternoon after Alex untied us, Dean and I did what we always did in the summer. We went swimming and then I stayed at his house for dinner. After that, we watched a movie while we pigged out on junk food.

What we didn't do is talk about what we had done while Alex had us tied up. I wanted to, but I couldn't think of a way to bring it up. Part of the problem was that Dean's parents kept coming around to 'check on us' so it was difficult to have a private conversation. Every so often Alex kept butting into what we were doing and Dean had to keep telling him to go away and do something else. I'd never really noticed before that sometimes Dean treated his brother pretty mean. At least I didn't treat my little brother like that.

My mom picked me up at a little after nine o'clock. As she drove home, she tried to make conversation by asking me what Dean and I did all day. I gave her answers she expected in monosyllables because I wasn't thinking about her questions. I was preoccupied with what Dean and I had done. Masturbating had always been my most private and secret activity and doing it with Dean confused me. I was embarrassed, but I also found it exciting. At the same time, my penis acted as if it had a mind of its own and I had to discreetly adjust my jeans several times to give my erection some room.

I tried to convince myself that what we did was no big deal because we both had clothes on and we didn't touch each other. Anyway, all boys masturbated. That's what our teacher told us in sex-ed class. But, after what happened this afternoon, I was beginning to realize that a lot of details had been left out of that class.

As soon as I got home, I went to my room, pulled off my clothes and slid into bed wearing only underwear. I laid back on my pillow, put my hands behind my head and let my imagination run free. Of course, my fantasies involved being tied up and I wished I had a picture of Dean and I together on the floor today. Although a picture would have been nice, I didn't need one right then. The experience was fresh in my mind, so I could easily visualize the scene and got an erection right away. Reaching into my underwear, I began to stroke my penis and in only a few minutes, I grabbed some tissues out of the box I always kept on my bedside table with my free hand to mop up the mess on my belly. My orgasm was good, but the one I had this afternoon was much better and I wondered if I'd get an opportunity to do it again. I dropped the soggy clump of tissue into a trashcan, smiled and turned over for sleep.

As always, I slept in late the next day until my cell phone went off. I'd forgotten to turn it off and tried to ignore it. Whoever was calling was persistent and kept calling back after it went to voice mail. Finally, since I was already awake I answered it.

"First of all, it's ten-thirty and that's not early. What's so important is that when Alex got back from soccer practice a little while ago, he asked if we wanted to be tied up again. I didn't even have to ask him."

I hung up, got out of bed, dropped my underwear on the floor and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. When I came back to my room with a towel wrapped around my waist I checked the weather. Since it was sunny and looked like it'd be a hot day, I put on my smallest pair of underwear, shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. Then I trotted downstairs to the garage to get my bike. I decided I'd raid the refrigerator at Dean's house for breakfast. Jumping on my bike, I took the shortest route I could to Dean's, completely ignoring the traffic laws if they were going to slow me down at all. I was still confused and had mixed feelings about yesterday, but the anticipation of being helplessly bound and then masturbating against the carpet again filled my mind. After all, it was harmless fun.

Dean met me at the door and we went right to his room where he dug out the ropes and gags we'd need. He handed things to me out of the box and said, "When Alex said he wanted to tie us up again, I told him he'd have to give us more time to get loose and he agreed. We'll have a half hour, which should be enough if we don't get distracted." He emphasized the word 'distracted' while he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

When he said that, I felt my face turn red, but at least I knew what he had in mind. This time, I was looking forward to it, so I returned his smile. "Yeah, I know what you mean. A half hour should do it."

When we went into Alex's room, he was getting out of something on his computer. Dean gave him the ropes and gags. "All right, here's what you need. Let's get started."

Dean and I stretched out on the carpet, put our hands behind our backs and ankles together so Alex could get the ropes on easily. He tied our hands much faster and tighter than yesterday and when he started on my ankles, he pulled my sandals off so I was barefoot.

When he finished, he said to Dean, "Anything else you want to tell me before I gag you?"

"No problem." Then he folded the bandanas and tied them around our heads, pulling the cloth between our teeth. "Done. It's a quarter to twelve. I'll be back at a quarter after. You won't be loose by then."

He stood and when looked down at us for a moment, I saw that same funny grin on his face. Again, I wondered what it meant and what he was thinking of when tied us. When he saw me craning my neck to look up at him, his grin got wider. Then he nodded and walked out, closing the door.

As soon as he left, Dean began to squirm around next to me. I thought he was going to turn on his side so his hands were facing me and then try to reach the knots on my wrists. I started to turn over so my back was toward him but he started grunting into his gag. When I looked, he was shaking his head. I didn't know what he wanted to do and I stopped moving to wait and see what he'd do next.

He turned onto his side so he was facing me. Then he slid over until his chest pressed against my shoulder. Jerking his chin up several times, he said what sounded like 'get up' around the cloth in his mouth. If I did, we'd be facing each other chest to chest and I couldn't see how being in that position would help us get loose since the knots on our wrists would be behind our backs. I figured that Dean had something in mind and rolled up on my side.

When I did, he worked over closer until his chest pressed agaist mine, then he rocked his hips across the carpet until they were aginst my hips. As he pushed against me, I could feel his erection through the material in his pants.

Dean is a little taller than I am and he hooked his chin over my shoulder and used it to pull me toward him even tighter. I got the idea and scooted over as far as I could to press my body against his. I still didn't know what he had in mind, but I like the feel of the pressure of the ropes and the warmth of Dean's body against mine.

When there was no space left between us, Dean began rubbing his hips against mine and I felt the stiff shaft of his penis push against mine. It felt so good that I pushed back and after some fumbling around, our penises slipped past each other and lay side by side separated only by the fabric of our clothes. From that point, I let instinct take over and Dean and I drove our hips against each other faster and faster. The friction of the fabric of my shorts heated up my penis and gave me a completely different feeling than other times I had masturbated. I heard Dean gasping for air through his gag since his mouth was right next to my ear and I used the sound of his increasingly ragged breathing to keep in time with him.

The room faded away as I got lost in increasingly intense feelings coming up from my hips and I don't know how much time passed, but I heard Dean gasp and then yelp again and again as he had his orgasm. I tried to speed up pushing my hips against him, but I couldn't. In a few seconds, I had my own orgasm and Dean and I collapsed, breathing hard into each other's ears and noisily pulling air in around our gags.

In a minute or two, Dean rolled over to face the other direction. Then he bent over and slid across the carpet with his tied hands reaching out toward me. I got the idea and turned over the same way. We worked our way back against each other so we could feel the knots Alex had tied on our wrists. It wasn't easy, but we managed to untie them and unwind the rope from our wrists.

I sat up and loosened the gag before I untied my ankles. Dean had done the same and got to his feet. He gave me his hand and pulled me up. Looking down, I saw he had a wet spot on the front of his pants. When he saw my glance, he looked down, too.

"Oops. I'd better go change before Alex comes back. You look all right. Be right back."

As Dean left Alex's room, I straightened out my clothes, slipped on my sandals and looked at the clock. We had almost ten minutes before our time was up. I wandered around Alex's overly neat room looking at things and thinking about what had just happened. The more I thought about it the more upset I became. Dean and I had just had sex together – sort of. Rubbing against each other was completely different than against the carpet. What we were doing was gay! Was Dean gay? I didn't think I was, but at the same time, I had to admit that I liked looking at pictures of guys tied up. Was Dean trying to make me gay? I knew what everyone at school though of guys who were gay and what they called them, although I'm sure none of my friends knew anyone who was.

My stomach burned and I felt nauseated. Without waiting for Dean to come back, I took off. I trotted down the stairs and when Alex saw me headed out and called my name. That set off a panic attack and I yelled that didn't feel well and had to go home. My trot turned into an all-out run to the door. I yanked it open, leaped off their deck, grabbed my bike and took off.

Chapter Three

Dean has come up with a new scenario that pushes the boys far beyond anything they've done before.

I dumped my bike in the garage, ran upstairs to my room and dived facedown onto my bed. What was wrong with me? Dean and I masturbating each other was wrong. Wrong! Guys don't do that unless they're gay. Inside my head, I yelled, 'I'm not gay!' The echo that came back taunted me. "If you're not, why did you enjoy it so much?"

Grabbing my bedspread, I yanked on it to take out the frustration generated by my confusion. My cell phone rang, interrupting that train of thought. When I pulled it out of my pocket, I saw Dean's name on the display. I didn't answer, but I didn't turn my phone off either. Dean called back more than a dozen times before he gave up.

In spite of my roiling emotions, I dozed off and didn't wake up until the middle of the afternoon. Sitting up, I stretched and felt better than I did a few hours before. I went to the bathroom and then down to the kitchen to get something to eat. I set out some cereal and fruit, but before I could pour on the milk, someone knocked at the back door. When I looked, I saw Dean peering through the window. I got up and let him in.

"Yeah, I guess so. I didn't have any breakfast and I got an upset stomach." I pointed at the food on the table and sat down again.

"That's happens to me sometimes, too." He walked around the kitchen table and sat in a chair across from mine. Looking at me closely, he asked "Are you sure that's the only problem you had?"

One thing I have to say about Dean is that he has a knack of knowing what a person is feeling without being told. Reluctantly, I sighed and said, "No. There was more."

"Oh. I thought you'd like that after doing it with me on the carpet yesterday. You seemed to be okay then."

Well, he'd gotten right to the heart of the problem and I had no way to avoid directly talking about it. "I did, at least at first. But then I thought about it and…" I couldn't continue. How could I ask my best friend if he was gay?

"Honestly, I don't know. I like looking at pictures of women, and I'd like to have sex with a girl, but I also like looking at pictures of men tied up. As far as I'm concerned, the only thing that matters is that we both like doing it."

"How can it not be right? No one got hurt. We both wanted to do it and we enjoyed it. What's wrong with that?"

I took a deep breath and blurted my real concern. "I don't want to be gay. You know what everyone says at school about being gay."

"Sure, but we're not at school and who's going to know? This is our secret. It's between best friends and as long as we both like it and want to do it, it's nobody else's business."

"But what? Look, we're both thirteen years old and I don't know about you, but I'm horny all the time. After I jack off, I feel a lot better. Don't you."

"Yeah, I do and I know how you feel. Probably every guy who's thirteen feels the same way."

"Right. And if we do it together because it feels better than doing it by ourselves, what's the problem? When get older and have girlfriends, things will change, I'm sure."

I sighed. He was right and I'd been too worried about what it all might mean. I probably did feel as horny as he did and sometimes I masturbated three or four times a day. There was nothing wrong with that, so there couldn't be anything wrong with us doing it together. Giving in to his reasoning, I decided to enjoy his imaginary games as much as I could and see what happened. Still I worried a little.

"Nope. It's strictly between us. You're my best friend and I assume I'm yours. I'd never do anything to hurt you. I just want to have a little fun."

"You know you're my best friend and you have been since first grade. I'd never do anything that'd hurt you either." I decided to trust Dean because we were best friends and he obviously trusted me not to tell anyone either. "Just remember that I don't have your imagination, so be careful and keep the surprises under control."

He grinned. "No problem, but I've got some things I've thought up that are going to be great."

We slapped hands and bumped fists in our private handshake. He looked over the food on the table and said, "So, what have you got to eat?"

By the time Dean left my house after eating as if he had been starving for a week, I felt better about participating in his scenarios and convinced myself that it wasn't going to do either of us any harm. After a few hours of arguing and finally convincing myself, I was actually looking forward to what he'd come up with next.

For the next few days, Dean had to work with his father cleaning out the garage, painting and stuff like that. For some reason, our parents thought that since we were on summer vacation, we were free labor anytime they wanted us. I didn't hear much from him other than a couple of phone calls.

Friday night, I was so bored I watched some dumb sitcom reruns on television. It was a relief when my cell phone rang and I saw that Dean was calling me.

"Hey, Mike. Alex has a soccer game tomorrow morning and my parents are going along to watch. We'll have the house to ourselves and I've got a great scenario worked out with Alex. He'll tie us up and then go to the game. If we can't get loose, we'll have to wait until he comes home. Sometimes his games take three hours or more. How's that sound?"

I was excited at the idea, but I had some misgivings. "I don't know. Three hours is a long time to be tied up. And that's going against our safety rules, you know. What if we have problems?"

A while back as Dean and I got more into tying each other, we found a set of safety rules on the web that we thought were good ideas and followed them – most of the time. We always kept a sharp knife handy to cut the rope in case of emergencies, we didn't tie anything round each other's necks, watched that we didn't cut off circulation, never left each other alone and other things like that. Several of the web sites said that playing tie up games could be dangerous and we had to be careful.

He laughed. "We won't have any problems. I know what I'm doing. And anyway Alex isn't able to tie us so well that we can't get each other untied."

"They're leaving a little after nine. Get here about a quarter to and that'll give Alex enough time to get you tied."

I rang the front doorbell of Dean's house and Alex answered it wearing his soccer uniform. It was blue and yellow and he looked good in it since it matched his complexion and hair. I was also surprised that he looked much fitter than I had thought. Normally, he wore baggy pants and sweatshirts that must have been Dean's since they were all too big and hung on his body, covering it well. Maybe he wasn't such a computer geek after all.

"Hi, Mike. Let's get right up to my room. Dean told me how he wanted you tied and I'll have to hurry to get it done because my dad's almost ready to go."

He ran up the stairs with me right behind. From somewhere below, I heard his mother yell something about not running in the house, which didn't even slow Alex down. When we burst into his room, Dean wasn't there, although pile of neatly coiled ropes had been spread on the floor along with the usual bandana gag.

Before I could ask where Dean was, Alex pushed my shoulder toward his bed. "Lie on my bed facedown and put your hands behind you. Hurry up."

I did has he said and he grabbed a rope and worked on my wrists. Then he did my ankles and added a second rope around my legs just below my knees. It didn't take him more than two minutes to make me completely helpless and I wondered if he'd been practicing his technique on Dean.

"That's it. Now Dean says I have to gag you." He held up a bandana and quickly folded it. Wrapping it around my head, I let him pull the fabric between my teeth forcing my jaw open. Tying it behind my head, he said, "Are you all right? Dean said to be sure you could breathe okay and the rope wasn't too tight."

I pulled against his knots and although they were snug, they weren't cutting off the circulation anywhere. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I demonstrated I could get enough air around the gag.

Alex jumped to his feet just as his dad called him from downstairs. "Be right there, Dad. Okay, then I'll untie you when I get back." He put his hands on his hips and gave me that strange grin just as he'd done before. "You and Dean have fun."

Then he ran out of his room, slamming the door. I heard him stomp down the stairs and other doors closing. In a few minutes, I heard their car pull out of the driveway. I lifted my head from the pillow and looked around Alex's silent room. As far as I could tell, I was alone. Where was Dean and what did he have in mind?

When nothing happened for a while, I got bored, relaxed as much as I could, trying to make myself comfortable. It wasn't easy and I hoped I wouldn't have to spend three hours this way. I waited for a long time and when I began to worry that something had gone wrong and Dean wasn't going to come, I heard some thumping and scraping nearby.

I lifted my head again and looked around for the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from Alex's walk-in closet. I saw the door shudder a few times, then it flew open and there stood Dean.

He wore a too-small tee shirt so his belly showed beneath it, nylon athletic pants and was barefoot. As I looked him over, I understood why he had Alex tie him first since it must have taken quite a bit of time. His legs were tied at the ankles, below and above the knees. Alex had even wrapped a cord around his big toes, tying them together. The way his arms were tied was completely different from mine. Alex had put a broomstick in front of Dean's elbows and across his back. Then he pulled Dean's hands to the front and tied them across his stomach. Although Dean's hands were tied in front of him, he couldn't pull them together because of the broomstick holding his elbows behind his back. I don't know what Dean had been doing in the closet, but his tee shirt was twisted and his pants had almost slid down off his hips.

He hopped out of the closet and I saw that instead of the cloth bandana gag, Alex had put strips of duct tape over the entire bottom of Dean's face from ear to ear. My gag was uncomfortable, but it was nothing compared to what Dean had to put up with. Pulling all that off would hurt.

One hop at a time so he wouldn't lose his balance and fall, he moved across the room to the bed where I lay. When his legs were against the side of the bed, he twisted his body and reached down with one hand to the knot on my gag. I tried to help him by lifting and turning my head.

Untying that knot with only one hand would be a chore and I was resigned to being patient while he worked on it. Because of how his hands were tied, while he struggled with the knot, the front of his pants pressed against my face. I could easily feel his hard penis against my cheek through the smooth nylon material of his pants.

It took Dean a long time to get the knot loose and as he yanked at it, he pulled my face against his crotch. After awhile I got tired of how long the process was taking and without even thinking about what I was doing, I closed my teeth on his erection. Although I had the gag between my teeth, I could close my jaw an inch or so and managed to put enough pressure on it so he'd know I wanted him to hurry up.

Dean snorted a gasp of air through his nose and finally pulled the bandana off my head, letting it drop onto the bed. I thought he'd move back, but instead, he pushed his hips against my face even harder. To keep from being smothered, I bit down on his penis firmly, but not so hard that it'd hurt him. He let out a muffled yowl that sounded like I'd stepped on a cat's tail and moved back, allowing me to breathe again.

I said, "Be careful. You almost choked me. What do you want to untie next, my hands?"

Dean shook his head and stood with his knees against the side of Alex's bed. What he did next surprised me so much that even though I wasn't gagged, I couldn't say anything. Using both hands, he pushed the waistband of his athletic pants off his hips and they fell partway down his thighs. He wasn't wearing underwear and his erection popped out and up.

I'd seen Dean naked before and I knew what his penis looked like from a distance, but I'd never seen it in its current condition or so close to my face. He had been circumcised the same as me and his scrotum was still tight against his body while mine hung down. His erection seemed to be about the same length as mine, although I thought mine might be a little thicker. He had a sparse patch of light-brown pubic hair arranged in a neat triangle that looked like a little roof over his penis. Every time his heartbeat, his penis bobbed up and down and when he moved, it flopped from side to side.

He bent his knees and leaned in, which moved it closer to my face. I had no idea what he wanted me to do other than to look at it from a few inches away, so that's what I did. The head was brighter red than the shaft and it was symmetrical with smooth skin. Although I'd been curious what other boys' erections looked like, I never realized how nice they looked. Tipping my head one way and then the other, I admired it from all sides.

Then for some reason, I'll never be able to explain, I stuck out my tongue and gave the end of it a quick lick. Dean moaned and shook his hips. The taste wasn't bad, somewhat dark and musky. I licked it again, even harder. But at that exact second, Dean drove his hips into my face and his whole penis slipped past my lips and teeth into my mouth. He put one hand on each side of my head, holding it so I couldn't pull away from him.

Panic was only seconds away. I had another boy's erect penis in my mouth! I began to thrash on the bed, but Dean held on. Since I couldn't get free, I relaxed a little and calmed down to consider the situation. That's when it happened.

With a shock, I realized that I didn't mind having Dean's penis in my mouth. And, in fact, I liked it! It belonged there as if my mouth had been made in the exact size to hold it. Pressing my tongue to the underside, I could feel his heartbeat and the heat of the blood in it.

Dean slowly pushed my head back and his penis slid partway out. Before it went past my lips, he pulled my head forward, pushing it back in. I got the idea and tightened my lips around the shaft as he worked it in and out. When the head was against the inside of my lips, I tried to stroke the very end of it with my tongue forcing the tip of my tongue into the slit. As he began jerking my head faster and grunting behind the tape, I began to worry. On one hand, I hoped that he'd pull out before he had his orgasm, but on the other, I was curious as to what semen would taste like. I didn't have long to wait because with a muffled scream, Dean had a huge orgasm, forcing his penis deep into my mouth, almost gagging me several times. I felt jets of hot liquid spurt out and hit the back of my throat, but since it landed so far in, I couldn't really tell if it had any taste or not.

Breathing heavily through his nose, Dean stepped back, hopped toward the other end of the bed and began untying my hands. He didn't have any trouble with the knots on my wrists and I was soon free.

I turned over, sat up rubbing my wrists and untied my legs and ankles while Dean stood next to the bed watching me with his pants still hanging down over his thighs. He'd lost most of his erection, but he wasn't completely soft. Standing, I went to him and as gently as I could, peeled the duct tape away from his face. As I pulled, he groaned and tried to help, stretching the skin by making faces.

When it was off, he made a few more faces and said, "Well, that wasn't such a good idea. The bandanas are better."

It didn't matter to me, so I untied the ropes around his legs and ankles. He turned, sat on Alex's bed and held his bare feet up so I could unwrap the cord around his big toes. As soon as I'd done that, he slid off the bed onto his knees facing me.

Did he mean what I thought he meant? I wasn't sure and I slowly inched toward him until I stood less than a foot away. In a shaking voice, I said, "You mean you want to…"

"Sure, what else? We're doing this together. You'll have to help me out and drop your pants, though. I can't do that."

My hands shook, but I managed to unsnap my pants and pull down the zipper, letting them fall to my feet. I pushed my underwear over my hips so my erection stood out from my body and stepped forward. I felt my face turn bright red. No one had ever seen me with an erection before and I had to fight of the urge to cover myself with my hands.

Dean smiled when he saw it. "It's nice. I think we're both about the same down there."

When he eagerly pulled my penis into my mouth, I moaned loudly and instinctively grabbed his head with both hands.

Nothing I'd ever done before felt as good as that. The sensation of his warm, wet mouth closing around my penis almost drove me out of my mind. In seconds, I had an orgasm that made my whole body tremble and I had a hard time staying on my feet until the surges stopped. Then I collapsed onto the floor in front of Dean with tears running down my face, sucking in great lungs-full of air and wished it could have lasted longer – much longer.

Chapter Four

Dean has come up with a new, much more elaborate scenario and promises Mike it has surprises for him. Unfortunately for Dean and Mike, the surprises quickly run out of their control.

I rolled over and got to my knees. "Yeah, I'm fine. That was the most amazing experience I've ever had. Too bad it didn't last very long."

"I thought the same thing when you did it to me. Can you untie me? This is a pretty uncomfortable position."

I got to my feet, pulled my underwear up and then my jeans. As quickly as I could, I untied him and helped him to his feet.

He slid his pants up his legs and over his hips, then straightened out his shirt. As soon as we had dressed again, the awkwardness I'd felt after our last game returned. I wanted to talk about it with Dean, but I couldn't.

We gathered up the ropes and gags and took them back to Dean's room. After we put everything away, we went downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. We spent the rest of the time waiting for Alex to come home messing around like always. We talked about everything except what we had just done. Again, I didn't know how to begin, even though it seemed like I had I had a thousand things I wanted to talk to Dean about.

Almost three hours to the minute, Alex came in the door from his game. He was dirty and sweaty, but he said his team had won. Dean and I grinned and said we'd won, too. Instead of being upset at our getting free, he just gave us that same funny grin and ran upstairs to get cleaned up.

I went home shortly after that and spent the afternoon doing chores for Mom. That night, when I opened my email, I had a message from Dean:

I ran downstairs to talk to my mom. Since Dean and I often stayed at each other's house she said yes. I emailed Dean back.

At 8 o'clock, Mom dropped me off in front of Dean's house. After giving me the usual warning about behaving, I walked up the sidewalk and rang the bell. Dean answered the door and I followed him up to his room, waving a greeting at his parents as we went by the living room.

When we went into his room, I was surprised that he'd actually cleaned up for a change. Seeing me looking around he said, "Mom made me do it. Every so often she claims the health department is going to raid the place."

I laughed and sat on the bed that had been made for the first time in weeks. Dean sat beside me. "You're having problems about this morning again." It wasn't a question.

I stared at the floor so I didn't have to look at Dean. Why couldn't I talk about things like that the way Dean did? "Yeah, I guess so."

I nodded. "That was the most fantastic rush I've ever had, but we're guys. It's gay. After we got dressed, I felt that what I'd done was wrong."

"What church do you go to?" His question startled me and when I named it, he said, "No wonder. I'll bet the preacher says that sex is only for married people and we should all be 'pure' until then. As if sex is something dirty."

"My parents don't go to church. They've talked to me about sex for years and say that it's supposed to be enjoyed. Enjoyed, but done responsibly. They always say that in order to do it right, both partners have to want to do it and they have to take precautions against sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy. In the last year or so, Dad tells all the time that if I can't do those three things, then I have no business having sex-with anybody."

"There's no 'I guess' about it. It does make sense and as far as I can see, it applies to us. We've done all those things and so we should enjoy it."

"Are you gay?" I shook my head and he said, "I don't think I am either, so what's the problem? You know from sex-ed class that you're either gay or you're not. It's something you're born with. You can't become gay by having sex with another guy. You're worrying too much."

"I know I am. Relax and enjoy yourself." He reached into a drawer on his bedside table and took out a plastic bottle of lotion. "Take your shirt off. I'm going to massage your back. Has anyone ever done that to you?"

"It makes you relax. Dad's a physical therapist and gives me and Alex massages all the time. It's nice. You'll like it."

I took my shirt off and stretched out on Dean's bed. Beginning at my shoulders, he worked over my back muscles. "That feels really good," I murmured.

He kneaded my muscles for a long time and when he quit, I was disappointed. "How do you feel?"

"All right. Do you trust me?" When I nodded, he went to his bedroom door and locked it. Walking back to the bed, he sat down beside me. "Lift your hips."

When I did, he took the waistband of my underwear and shorts and slid them down exposing my butt. Then I cooperated as he pulled them off my legs so I was lying naked on his bed. He took one of the bandanas we used for gags and wrapped it around my eyes.

"Now I can massage you and you can talk without looking at me. Just pretend I'm in your head like your conscience and you can tell me anything."

That sounded silly, but as he continued to massage me over my hips and down my legs, I slowly began to talk about my fears. He didn't say much at all and let me run on. When I turned face up so he could do my front side, I couldn't tell if I had an erection or not and really didn't care. The massage went on for a long time and I don't remember all that I said. I guess it doesn't matter because as he finished the tops of my feet, I felt better than I had for a long time.

Taking my shoulders, he lifted me to a sitting position. When he took off the blindfold, I wasn't surprised that he was naked, too. Somehow that didn't matter either and I just smiled. What did surprise me was that he leaned forward and kissed me firmly on the lips.

Well, I'd never really kissed anyone before, but now was the time to start. Somewhat awkwardly because we bumped noses, I kissed him back.

Usually, one of slept on a camp mattress on the floor, because his bed wasn't very wide. Tonight, it didn't matter and we climbed in under the blankets together. I fell asleep almost instantly and didn't wake up until morning. For some reason I thought I'd had some nice dreams, but I couldn't remember them. Dean was draped comfortably over me and snored softly in my ear. I didn't want to wake him up, but I had to use the bathroom bad.

After breakfast, Dean said, "Giving you a massage last night gave me an idea for another scenario you'll like. Alex will have to tie us up again and it'll take a few days to set up. I'll let you know when."

For the next few days although I pestered Dean, he wouldn't give me the smallest clue about what he had in mind. Each time I'd ask, he'd tell me to keep checking my email.

Reading the email, I smiled, wishing I had his imagination. This one sounded like a good one as he'd promised and I emailed right back. The following day, I told my parents where I was going, had lunch and biked over to Dean's house.

Alex must have been watching for me because he jerked the door open before I had a chance to ring the bell. Holding up several coils of rope, he said, "Hi, Mike. Dean wanted me to tie him up before you got here. That way he'd have more time to try to get loose. He wants me to tie your hands behind your back, gag you and then lead you upstairs as if I just caught you. He says he has some big surprises for you."

I stepped inside and Alex closed the door. This scenario sounded like Dean had put a lot of thought and effort into getting it ready. I wondered what the surprises were, but I figured I'd find out soon enough. If they were anything like the surprise I got Saturday, this scenario would be one to remember.

"Okay. If that's how Dean wants to start, go ahead." I put my hands behind my back and turned around.

He looped the rope around my wrists and stopped. "Oh, wait a minute. Dean wants you blindfolded when you come upstairs. That way you won't be able to see what he has planned until the last minute. I don't have anything for a blindfold, though." He took the rope off my wrists and said, "I've got an idea. Take your shirt off and after I tie your wrists, I'll pull it over your head so you can't see."

"That sounds like it'd work." I pulled my tee shirt off and handed it to him. Bare-chested, I put my hands behind my back again. I should have been suspicious at that point, because I didn't quite trust Alex because I still wondered about his odd smile when he tied us up before. Still, I thought that going shirtless was just an addition to Dean's new scenario. Based on previous experience, my anticipation of taking part in one of Dean's games was enough to override caution.

Alex crossed my wrists in the small of my back and tied them together. Then he held up the gag. "Dean changed this. He got a small ball and wrapped it in the bandana and tied it so the ball wouldn't come out. He said it'd work better that way."

I shrugged. Leave it to Dean to come up with new ideas. I willingly opened my mouth and let him push the ball in, pulling the ends behind my head. He tied it much tighter than usual, seating the ball deep inside my mouth and forcing my jaws far apart. When I tried to shift it with my tongue, I couldn't budge it.

He took my elbow and turned me around. When he put a loop of rope around my neck and started to tie it, I protested, mumbling through my gag and rolling my shoulders. Tying rope around someone's neck was against the safety rules Dean and I had set up.

Alex said, "Hold still, prisoner. I know how to tie a bowline so the loop won't slip. I need it to lead you upstairs."

Well, he had a point and since it sounded like we'd started playing Dean's game, I let him finish the knot. Then he pulled my tee shirt over my head so all I could see was fabric.

He pulled on the rope around my neck and led me upstairs, telling me where the stairs were so I wouldn't trip. We walked down the upstairs hallway, past Dean's room and into Alex's. He stopped pulling on the rope and put his hands on my shoulders to turn me where he wanted.

I heard him moving things around and when I leaned back a little, I discovered that he had tied my rope leash to something to keep me in place. Since I couldn't tell what was going on and I couldn't hear Dean in the room, I waited patiently. The longer I had to wait, the more curious I became. Dean must have outdone himself, judging by the sounds Alex made.

Finally, Alex said, "All right, everything's ready to go. Here's your first surprise."

He pulled the tee shirt off my head and what I saw wasn't a surprise; it was a shock. Alex had pulled his bunk beds away from the wall so they stood in the middle of the room and he had tied my rope leash to one leg of the beds so I couldn't move around. Dean lay on the lower bunk tied and gagged, which wasn't anything new, but this time Dean was naked!

I started to protest as loudly as my gag would let me and pulled on the rope holding me to the bed. What was going on? How did Alex get Dean naked and why was his butt so red and sore looking? Dean looked back at me and shook his head.

Alex said, "Oh, be quiet. I know why you guys want me to tie you up all the time."

I stopped struggling. What did he mean by that? No one knew that Dean and I had been having sex while tied. We never told anyone and Alex wasn't around when we did it. That couldn't be what Alex meant, could it?

Alex set his notebook computer on the bed in front of me so I could see the screen. "If you don't believe me, look at this."

When I did, I got another shock because on the screen was a picture of Dean standing next to me when I was tied up lying on Alex's bed and his penis was in my mouth. Alex pressed a key and a picture of Dean with my penis in his mouth came up. I felt my face flush and my stomach roiled with fear. What was going on? How'd he get those pictures? Alex displayed more than a dozen similar pictures before he turned off his computer.

He put the computer back on his desk, walked back and leaned against the bunk beds with a smirk on his face. "See, I told you I know what you're doing. How would you like those pictures spread around school or emailed to all your friends?"

I shook my head violently and began to curse him through my gag. It didn't do any good of course and tied the way I was, there wasn't anything I could do. Dean shook his head and complained as much as he could, too.

Alex reached between the ropes binding Dean and slapped his red, bare butt. Dean yelped and tears filled his eyes. "Oh, shut up. Not unless you want me to spank you some more."

Dean shook his head and rubbed his face on the bedspread, wiping away the tears.

"All right then. Be quiet and let me explain what's going on to Mike." He pointed to Dean on the bed. "Dean wanted me to start before you got here and I did. But I decided I had enough pictures and video to make him do his little games using my rules. Whenever you had me tie you up in my room, I set up my webcam to record what you did and turned the monitor off so it looked like the computer wasn't on. Then I took the video, edited it and made some pictures. From now on, you'll do everything I say. Or else."

Alex let us carry on until we ran down and stopped, waiting to see what he'd do next. "That's better. What are you bitching about? You're going to do the same things you've been doing before. I'll tie you up and you can have sex. The only thing different is that you'll do it my way."

Dean and I shook our heads and tried to yell for help, but the gags were too tight for us to make much noise.

Alex looked down at his helpless older brother and shook his head. "I thought you said you were going to cooperate. You must need more convincing."

He went to the bed and sat down on Dean's arms facing his feet. Then he picked up a short wooden paddle lying on the bed and spanked his brother.

Dean yelped and kicked each time the paddle hit his red butt cheeks and tears began to flow. After five spanks, Alex said, "Are you ready to cooperate?"

Dean began to fight, trying to throw his brother off, but he was tied too tightly and Alex sat back onto his arms, forcing him down onto the bed. He spanked him five more times and each time the wood hit Dean's bare butt, he screamed into his gag and sobbed.

Alex got off his brother, leaving him moaning into the bedspread and writhing in pain. He pointed at me with the paddle. "Are you going to cooperate or do you need convincing, too?"

I nodded my head and shoulders, hoping he'd know that I meant that I'd cooperate.

"That's good." He pointed at the damage he'd just done to his brother. "Dean took a lot more convincing."

Alex set the paddle on the floor and walked around behind me. Grabbing my sweatpants with both hands, he yanked them down. "Hah! No underwear. Dean wasn't wearing any either. You were planning to have sex today after I tied you up, right? Admit it."

Dropping to one knee, he tried to lift my leg by pulling on my ankle, but I shifted my weight so he couldn't. He stood, picked up the paddle and swatted my butt using a two-handed swing that would have done any little leaguer proud. I yelled into the gag and tried to dance away from him, but I couldn't get very far because I was tied to the bed and my feet were tangled in my sweatpants. Because he had tied my wrists crossed high up in the small of my back, I couldn't even reach my butt with my hands to rub out the pain.

Alex said, "That's for not cooperating. You'll do exactly what I tell you. If you don't, I'll spank you first, then I'll print the pictures and hand them out. Understand?"

My butt burned and tears ran down my cheeks. And that was only one spank. I didn't want any more so I nodded, wondering how Dean's meek, computer nerd brother learned to be so assertive that he could totally control two teenagers two years older than he was.

I did as he said and he pulled off my shoes, socks and sweat pants so I was naked, too.

He stood back to examine my body, looking me up and down. "This is going to be fun. I have to get you ready first." Pulling on the rope around my neck, he said, "I'm going to untie this and give you a couple of the surprises I promised. They won't hurt, but if you don't cooperate, the spanking I'll give you will. And if I have to spank you, I'll give Dean the same number of spanks. You want that?"

I shook my head because I didn't want to see Dean spanked anymore. As long as it didn't hurt, I'd go along with Alex's plan to keep him from showing the pictures he had of Dean and me. After this was over, Dean and I would figure out something to do to get back at Alex.

I nodded and he set the paddle on the floor, reached under the bed, pulled out a set of ankle cuffs and locked them on me. "That'll keep you from trying to take off. I shortened the chain so you won't be able to take a full step. You won't get down the stairs that way." He untied the rope from the bed and said, "Come on."

He picked up the paddle with one hand and he pulled on the rope around my neck. When I followed him out of the room, he had shortened the chain on the shackles so much that I had to take quick, little steps, almost dancing on my toes, to keep up with him. Every time I tried to take a step that was too long, the metal cut painfully into my ankles.

Chapter Five

Dean and Mike learn what surprises Alex has in store for them, one of which includes Mike's younger brother, Jordan. Who are the older brothers now?

Alex led me down the hall into the large master bathroom. "Get into the bathtub and face the shower while I get things ready."

Because of the shortened chain on the shackles, I couldn't step over the side of the bathtub and it took some thinking before I figured out a way to get in. Sitting on edge of the tub, I swung my feet over the side and stood up.

Alex's back was to me as he made preparations on the counter, but I could see his reflection in the mirror. The mirror wasn't long enough so I could see his hands and figure out what he was doing on, though. After a minute or so, he raised his hands and pulled on a pair of disposable plastic gloves.

Holding a plastic bottle in one hand, he turned to the bathtub and dropped on one knee. He squeezed some lotion out of the bottle into his hand and spread it on my legs from my knees down. It had a funny smell and made my skin tingle. Getting to his feet, he turned back to the counter where he moved some things around and then turned back to me holding a can of saving cream. Spraying a glob onto his hand, he spread it over my pubic hair and rubbed it in with his fingers.

As soon as he did, I realized that he was going to shave my pubic hair off and I began to struggle, protesting through my gag and trying to move my hips away. He set the can on the edge of the tub, picked up the paddle and smacked me on my butt, making me yell into the gag.

"You said you were going to do what I told you to do. Shaving won't hurt, but spanking will. What do you want? Do as you're told and I quit spanking."

"That's better." He finished spreading saving cream over my crotch and said, "You and Dean are wussies. You wanted someone to tie you up and be in control. Well that's what you're getting, so stop whining. You sound as bad as Dean when I gave him the same treatment."

He turned to the counter and began doing something I couldn't see, but I heard water running as he worked. When he turned toward me, he held up a bulging hot water bottle with a rubber tube attached to the top. He hung the bottle from the shower curtain rod upside-down, opened a valve on the tube and let out air in the tube, which was followed by a steady stream of water and then clamped the tube closed.

"One more thing and we're ready." From the counter, he picked up a long black plastic tube with a rounded, blunt end covered in with what looked like Vaseline and attached it to the rubber tube. "Bend over. I'm going to give you an enema to clean you so you won't have to go to the bathroom for a while. I don't want that to interrupt any of the surprises I have for you and Dean."

I didn't know what an enema was, but what Alex was about to do was obvious. Since I didn't have a choice, I leaned forward. When I did, Alex pulled one butt cheek to the side and pressed the end of the tube against my sphincter. It hurt a little as it went in, but once the large end had passed through my resisting muscle there wasn't any pain. In fact, if Alex hadn't been making me do it, I thought I might have enjoyed the feeling.

"Tighten up on that tube otherwise the water might run out. If it does, you'll have to clean it up. This won't be too hard. Dad gives Dean and me enemas about once a month. He's a health nut and says that it cleans out the toxins, whatever those are. Now stand still. I want to get a picture."

When I complained by shaking my head and mumbling as loud as possible through the gag, he picked up the paddle and spanked me. The impact of the board stung my bare butt cheeks and drove the enema nozzle deeper into me. Somewhere inside of me, it hit something that sent a quick thrill to my penis. I'd never felt that before and didn't have time to think about what happened, though.

This time I didn't complain and he moved back to take a picture of me standing tied up and naked in the shower with shaving cream on my pubic hair and a red tube running into my butt. As he took more pictures, I wondered other humiliating things he had in mind.

After fiddling with his phone and pressing numbers, he said, "That's better. Now let's get this over with. I have a lot more surprises for you and Dean."

He picked up a disposable razor from the counter and pulled a long stroke through the saving cream on my pubic hair. As he wiped it off on a paper towel, I looked down and saw a patch of bare skin where hair used to be and twisted my hips.

Alex brandished the razor. "You don't want me to accidentally cut you with this razor, do you?" I shook my head and he said, "That's smart. Dean said the same thing. Don't move, then." He reached up and opened the valve on rubber enema tube.

Right away, I felt cool water rush in. I'd never had an enema before and the full feeling spreading through my abdomen was a very strange sensation. In only a few moments, the fullness changed to pain as the water pressure gave me cramps. When I moaned and wriggled my hips, Alex stopped the flow.

"That'll do for now, but you have a long ways to go. I'll give you break while take off more hair."

He made another patch of bare skin and wiped the razor off. After he had removed most of my pubic hair, he opened the valve again. Pain from the water pressure made me wince, but almost immediately, I felt a rumbling deep inside my guts and the pressure eased.

It must have been loud enough for Alex to hear because he said, "Good. That's what's supposed to happen. Your intestine just relaxed to let more water in. I'll let it run while I finish here."

As he carefully trimmed all my hair with the razor in one hand, he held and moved my around with the other. The odd feeling of his plastic gloved fingers and the pressure of the water soon gave me an erection.

Dropping the razor into a trashcan he flicked the head of my penis with the end of his index finger making it wag from side to side. He watched it for a few seconds and sneered at me

"Tell me you don't like this. You can complain all you want, but Dean liked it too because he had the same reaction." He squeezed the hot water bottle, giving me one last small surge of water and then closed the valve. "You managed to take the whole thing. It was only two quarts [1.9 liter], but Dean thought he was going to blow up judging by the way he jumped around."

Well, I could understand that since I felt as if I was about to blow up myself, but I thought I could hold it in for a while yet. When I looked down my belly bulged out a bit, almost hiding my bald crotch.

"Tighten up. I'm going to pull the tube out. You make a mess and you clean it up."

He yanked the tube out and let it drop in the tub. Turning the water on in the bathtub, he adjusted it and then flipped on the shower. Warm water ran down the front of me, washing off the rest of the shaving cream and the lotion on my legs. I saw the lotion running down the drain and when I checked my legs, all the hair was gone. The funny smelling lotion had taken that hair off. too.

Alex spread a towel on the floor. "Get out and step on this towel. I'll dry you off and then you can let the enema out."

I followed his instructions and after he toweled me off from the waist down, he pulled the rope around my neck and led me to the toilet. Turning me around by my shoulders, he said, "Stand there, I want more pictures."

The pressure to release the water was growing and I pinched my butt cheeks together to help hold it. Alex took four or five more pictures moving around so he could get my erection in each picture. "All right, sit down and let it out."

While the water came out in a huge rush, he took a few more pictures. He leaned against the counter and waited as three smaller surges of water came out.

"You done now?" I nodded and he got me partway standing by pulling on the rope. "Stop right there."

Flushing the toilet, he took a hand full of toilet paper and cleaned me off, then flushed the toilet again and peeled off the gloves and tossed them into a trash can.

"Stand straight up." When I did, he threw a towel over my head so I couldn't see. "I've got another surprise for you when we get back to my room and I don't want to spoil it. Follow me."

Giving the rope a yank, he led me out of the bathroom and down the hall to his bedroom. It was hard to tell where I was, but I could hear what sounded like laughter.

Alex steered me by the shoulders into his room and told me to stop. I waited a few moments while I assumed Alex tied my leash to the bunk beds again.

"Here's your next surprise." He yanked the towel from my head and said, "I thought your brother might like to have some fun, too."

There next to the bed, where Dean lay stood my little brother Jordan holding his cell phone! He looked me over and exclaimed, "You did it. I thought you were kidding. This picture of Mike in the shower is amazing. You shaved him and everything. Dean, too?"

I struggled a little and mumbled through my gag, but I didn't put much effort into it, since it was obvious that it wasn't going to do any good. My brother was here and knew everything weather I liked it or not.

"This is great. By the way, did you know that Dean's really, really ticklish? While I was waiting for you, I tried it."

"Here, watch." Jordan lightly ran the ends of his fingers over the soles of Dean's feet, making him twist on the bed trying to pull his feet away and laughing hysterically through his gag.

When they did, Dean lost control and thrashed around until he threw himself off the bed. He lay on the floor with tears running down his face and gasping for air.

Alex said, "We'll have to do more of that later. Leave him on the floor. That's where I want him anyway. I had to spank your brother three times in the bathroom and I told him I'd spank Dean the same number of times. You want to do it?"

Jordan put the same sort of smile on his face that Mike wore before when Alex tied Mike and I up when Alex handed him the paddle.

Jordan said, "I'd love to, but I've never done this before. How hard should I hit him?"

"Just try one and watch how he reacts. I'll hold him down." Alex turned Dean to his stomach and sat on his arms.

Jordan stepped to the side of Dean and swung the paddle. The first spank hit Dean's abused butt with a sharp crack and he yelled and began to cry.

Alex said, "That's a good one. Give him two more just like it." To Dean he said, "How's that feel big brother. Sill want to boss me around and tell me to get lost all the time? You're not such hot stuff now are you?"

Jordan gave Dean two more smacks making him writhe on the floor sobbing and moaning. Jordan said, "Are you sure Mike doesn't have more coming?"

Alex nodded. "Sure, why not. He wasn't as cooperative as he could have been. Go ahead and give him three."

I shook my head and tried to turn away to protect myself, but I was tied to tightly and Alex easily pulled me back into position.

Jordan wound up and gave me three spanks that were harder than the ones he gave Dean. As he hit me, he taunted, "I've wanted to get even with you since you started junior high. I'm tired of you making sure I'm always second for everything."

The pain made scream, but the gag muffled it and Alex held my shoulders to the end of the bed so I couldn't get away. I didn't understand why Jordan was saying that. I didn't treat him badly. Well, nowhere near as bad Dean treated Alex anyway. By the third spank, I was sobbing wildly and begging Jordan to quit, even though he couldn't understand what I was saying.

Alex untied the rope around my neck from the bed and pushed me from the side, making me fall to the floor next to Dean. "I'm going to take the gags off, but you aren't going to say anything. If you do, I'll let Jordan hit spank you again. Understand?"

Jordan swung the paddle through the air several times while Dean and I nodded our heads and shoulders as much as we could. We got the message – or at least our butts did.

Alex untied the gags and Dean and I both moaned as we worked our jaws around and got some moisture back in our mouths. Alex lifted Dean's feet and dragged him across the carpet so he and I were lying side by side. Our heads faced each other's feet and were right next to each other's hips.

Alex said, "Did you bring your video camera?" Jordan nodded and held up his book bag. "Go ahead and get it ready while I explain the rules to Dean and Mike."

Jordan said, "Okay. I've got enough memory for about an hour of video. That enough?"

"That should be plenty." He nudged Dean with the toe of his shoe. "From here on, you two are the little brothers. You'll take orders from us instead of the other way around. If you don't, I email those pictures to your friends and 'accidently' leave them lying around school. Understand?"

When Dean and I nodded, he said, "Also, you'll answer our questions by saying 'Yes, sir.' and No, sir.' Got that?"

Dean only nodded, but when Jordan stepped up, brandishing the paddle, he quickly said, "Yes, sir."

"That's better, but you'd better not forget because spanking you two is a lot of fun. Finally, just to be nice, Jordan and I are going to help you with your little games. We'll tie you up and then you get to have sex. That's what you wanted, right?"

Dean and I said, "Yes, sir." That wasn't at what we wanted when we started playing our games, but we were in no position to argue.

"Good. Jordan is your camera ready?" He waved in the air. "Help me move them around."

Together, Alex and Jordan moved us around on the floor and rolled us onto our sides until our faces were lined up with each other's crotches.

Alex said, "Jordan get your camera ready. Dean and Mike are going to put on a sex show for us." He picked up the paddle and swung it a few times. "Or else."

Since I had no choice, I took Dean's soft penis into my mouth and started working on it with my tongue. I felt my face get red from the embarrassment of having my little brother watch me, but when felt Dean suck my penis into his mouth, I quickly forgot about him. In a matter of seconds, I was hard, but it took much longer for Dean to get an erection. As his penis got stiff and filled my mouth as it grew, I had that great sensation of how right it was that it should be there. I forgot that we were being forced to do it and concentrated on giving Dean as much pleasure as I could.

In less than a minute, I had my orgasm, but I had to work on Dean for much longer before he had his. I was disappointed that I couldn't last as long as he could and wondered if there was something wrong with me. When we were done, Dean and I fell away from each other to lie more or less on our backs.

Alex said, "Did you two have a good time? And don't tell me that you didn't because I can see for myself that you did."

With some effort, they managed to pull Dean to his knees. Alex patted Dean on the butt with the paddle. "You want anymore spanking."

Dean launched into a round of begging that made Alex grin widely. "What's the matter, big brother? Met your match? I'll bet it's not so much fun to order me around any more is it?"

Alex went to his desk and picked up an index card. "Get ready to shoot, Jordan." He held the card up so Dean could see it. "When I tell you to, this is what you'll say."

Alex said, "Yes you are and you left off the 'sirs.' One more time. Are you going to say this or not."

Alex pushed Dean over and leaped on his arms to hold him down. "Okay, Jordan. You're up to bat. Dean needs some convincing."

Jordan picked up the paddle. "All right! Tell me when to quit." He hit Dean with the paddle harder than ever.

Although Jordan had a disappointed expression on his face, Alex said, "Fine, you can go first. Help me pull him up."

They lifted me onto my knees and Alex held up the card. "You'll say this when I tell you. Right?"

I took a breath and said, "My name is Mike Traum. I go to Jefferson Middle School and I'm a cocksucker."

Alex stepped in front of me, dropped his shorts and pushed his underwear down. "Prove it."

Alex was circumcised the same as Dean and had a penis that was about two inches [5 cm] long. His scrotum was small and held tightly up between his legs. Leaning forward, I took it into my mouth and began to stroke it with my tongue. As it got stiff, it only grew to about three inches [7½ cm] and I could take it and his scrotum both into my mouth at the same time. He moaned and thrust his hips into my face until I felt his penis throb with his orgasm, but there was no semen.

"Good job." He pulled up his underwear and shorts and said to Jordan, "Your turn. I'll take the camera."

He was going to make me have sex with my little brother! I hadn't thought of that, but to save Dean from more spanking, I was to do it and not complain.

Jordan took Alex's place and dropped his pants. Not waiting for me to start, he grabbed my hair and jammed my face into his crotch. Since I had no choice, I took his penis into my mouth and worked on him until I felt his dry orgasm as well.

Alex set the camera down and pushed me over so I was lying on the floor again. "There, that wasn't so bad was it?"

When he shook his head, I said, "Dean, for God's sake, go ahead. They already have more than enough pictures. Don't let them spank you anymore."

Alex said, "I won't spank you. I have something better in mind. Jordan, sit on his arms and pull his feet up."

Dean shook his head and Alex swung the paddle down so the flat side hit the bottoms of Dean's feet. Dean screamed while Alex hit his feet two more times.

Jordan and Alex pulled Dean up to his knees. When he was in position, Alex stepped back and said, "Okay, Jordan start the video. Dean, say what's on the card."

When he hesitated, Alex lifted the paddle. Dean's eyes opened with fear and he said, "My name is Dean Paterson. I go to Jefferson Middle School and I'm a cocksucker."

"That's good, big brother. You'll make it in show business. Keep recording, Jordan and keep the camera on Dean's face. He's going to demonstrate."

Alex stepped in front of Dean, unsnapped his jeans and pushed his underwear down. Grabbing Dean by the hair, he said, "Show us what you can do, big brother cocksucker."

Alex and Jordan traded places and when Dean had finished with Jordan, Alex pushed him over to lye next to me. "That's all the surprises I have for you today. One last thing though. Plan to shave regularly. Pubic hair is for older brothers and since you two are the younger brothers you shouldn't have any. At least for a year or so until we get ours and then maybe-just maybe we'll let you grow yours out again. If you don't shave and we notice, you can expect to be punished. Understand?

"Jordan and I are leaving for awhile. You can get each other untied and you'll find the keys to the ankle cuffs on my desk. When you're free, you'll clean up the bathroom and my room. Then you can go to Dean's room and clean up that pigsty. I expect you to stay naked until we come back and check your chores. They'd better be good. Remember, not a word to anyone about this or your pictures and these videos go on the web and out to your friends."

Chapter Six

Dean and Mike are recovering from their encounter with their brothers. Dean vows revenge, but Mike discovers something about his relationship with Dean.

Alex left the room while Jordan stood over Dean and me with a big, satisfied grin on his face. Unexpectedly, he reached down and untied the knot in the ropes on my wrists. Then he laughed, smacked me on the butt with his hand, making me yelp and followed Alex out.

With the knot loose, it wasn't hard to free my hands. Without thinking, I turned over and sat up. Sitting on my sore butt, even on the carpet, sure turned out to be a mistake. I moaned through my gritted teeth, turned over and got on my hands and knees so I could crawl over to reach the ropes holding Dean.

"Dean, don't try to sit up. I'll untie you and see if you can get on all fours first. Then get your feet."

"All right, but I don't know if I can. The bottoms of my feet hurt something awful. I didn't know getting hit there could hurt so much."

As quickly as I could, I untied Dean and crawled to Alex's desk to find the key to the cuffs on my ankles. When I got them off, I stood and rubbed the red welts on my ankles. "Man, I'm glad those are off. They were really beginning to hurt."

Dean had gotten on his hands and knees and was using Alex's bunk beds to pull himself to his feet, but every time he put a foot on the floor, he moaned while fresh tears filled his eyes. "I can't do this. My feet hurt too much and the skin on my butt feels like it'll tear if I bend my legs. What'll I do?"

"I don't think I can carry you. Can you crawl down to your room and get on your bed? I'll go down to the kitchen and get some bags of ice. That might help."

"Yeah, sure. I can do that. Crawl like a dog. Alex would love to watch me do that."

"Where does your mom keep the plastic bags?" When he told me, I went downstairs to the kitchen, careful not to walk in front of any windows where someone outside might see that I was naked. I found the plastic bags and filled two large one and two small ones from the ice cubes in the icemaker in the freezer.

Carrying the bags back upstairs, I got a taste of how Dean must feel. The skin on my butt was tight and I could feel it stretch on each step so I understood how he might think it would tear. It didn't burn as much as before, but when I lightly touched it, the pain was intense. Since Alex and Jordan had spanked Dean a lot more and harder than they did me, he must really be hurting so I climbed as fast as I could.

Dean had gotten on his bed and was lying face down with his face buried in a pillow. Although I couldn't hear him, from the irregular rising and falling of his chest, he was crying.

I'd sprained my ankle in P.E. class in school last year and the nurse put an ice pack on it. She said it would make it feel better and it eventually did, but the first few minutes made it hurt a lot more. "Get ready, Dean, this may really hurt to begin with."

Carefully, I set one bag of ice on each flaming red and bruised butt cheek. As the cold plastic bag settled onto his bruised skin, he whimpered loudly into the pillow. He didn't move much at all when I put the bags on his feet.

"Just stay that way for awhile. I'm going to clean up the bathroom and Alex's room and be right back. You may have to tell me where to put things, though."

Dean lifted his head a few times in his pillow, but didn't try to say anything. I went to the other rooms and put things away to make it look as if nothing had happened. Every so often, I went back to ask Dean what to do with things. In less than fifteen minutes, I'd put everything away and went back to Dean's room.

"So we're going to take orders from him now. And your little brother? Is that it?"

"I guess so. At least for the time being. Do you want those pictures and video spread around? Can you imagine what our lives would be like at school next fall if everyone saw us having sex with our little brothers? You know how they'd treat us."

"Yeah, maybe so, but this situation is only temporary. I'm going to get that little bastard somehow. We don't have any ammunition to use against him now, but we'll get some. Soon!"

"That's a good idea, but I don't know how. You're the one who has all the imagination for making up scenarios."

"That's right and I've got a hell of a lot more imagination that Alex will ever have. I'll start thinking up a plan. I'll get him and your little brother, too."

"Hey, don't talk to me about getting carried away. I'm going to do what I have to do and screw anything else. Just you wait."

I understood Dean's anger, but I was afraid he'd go too far and someone would be seriously hurt. But then, it looked as if Dean had already been hurt pretty bad. My butt hurt, but it couldn't be anywhere near as sore as his. Still, being humiliated by two eleven year olds without a single pubic hair between them hurt, too. I wanted revenge and the videos and pictures destroyed. I'd go along with any plan of Dean's and try to keep my cool when the time came to get back at Alex and Jordan so no one was permanently injured.

Dean's room was a mess and for the next hour and a half, I worked to put things away and clean up. Every so often, I'd go downstairs to get more ice. After I'd made a trip downstairs to put the vacuum cleaner away, I found Dean trying to get out of bed.

I trotted into his room and put my hands on his shoulders. "What are you doing? Just stay there and let me get what you need."

Dean groaned and flopped back down. "I don't think you can because I have to take a leak. My bladder is about to blow up."

I ran back down to the kitchen and grabbed a large plastic jar I'd seen on a shelf in a cupboard when I got the plastic bags and hustled back up to his room. Carefully sitting on the edge of his bed so I wouldn't make my own butt hurt, I said, "Turn onto your side so you can pee into this. I'll help."

Lifting his shoulder and pushing on his hip, I managed to roll him up ninety degrees. I held the jar in one hand and took his penis between my thumb and index finger and aimed it. "Okay, all set. Go ahead."

With a sigh of relief, he began to fill the jar. By the time he was done, I had been impressed with his capacity. When I peed, compared to Dean, I only let out small amounts at a time, but not Dean. It poured out of him as if his penis was a small fire hose. Good thing I'd found a large jar.

I shook his penis off against the side of the jar. "I'll go empty this and be back." In the bathroom, I dumped the jar and used the toilet myself as long as I was there and took the jar back to Dean's room in case he needed it again.

Sitting on the edge of his bed again and shifting my weight to a part of my butt that hadn't been paddled too much, I rubbed his shoulders with both hands. Dean said, "That feels good. Keep going."

After a few minutes, I said, "What are you going to tell your parents when they come home and you can't sit down? If you tell them what really happened, Alex will spread the pictures around."

"No problem. I just came down with a case of stomach flu that'll last a couple of days until I can get around again. While I'm in bed, I can think about how to get back at Alex."

I rubbed his shoulders more, running my hands farther down his back. "I can say I'll stay with you tonight to keep you company. How's that?"

"Thanks. I appreciate that. I may need help again. By the way, there's some lotion in my top dresser drawer you can use on my back."

"Good idea." I got up, found the bottle and used it to lubricate my hands as I massaged his shoulders and back.

Dean relaxed and I felt his muscles change from being tense to soft and pliable. "Ahhh, that feels good, especially compared to my butt." He looked back over his shoulder and smiled. "Thanks for sticking with me and I'm sorry I got you into this."

After that, I concentrated on Dean's shoulders and back. In only a few minutes, the sensation of my hands sliding on his smooth skin made me about half-erect. I don't know how long I worked on Dean, but I'd made a big dent in the contents of the bottle when I heard the door open downstairs.

In less than a minute, Alex and Jordan came into Dean's room. I stopped massaging Dean, but other than that, I didn't move or say anything.

Alex looked around Dean's room and said, "Jordan, you stay here while I check out my room and the bathroom."

Jordan leaned against the doorframe, crossed his hands over his chest and smirked at Dean and me, still both naked.

Alex came back into Dean's room and said, "I have to give them credit. It's all cleaned up."

Well, that made me mad. "Haven't you done enough? Dean can't even get up or turn over. You didn't have to hit him that hard."

Alex walked over to me and slapped me across the face. It didn't really hurt and when I put my hand on my cheek, he said, "First of all, from here on out when we're alone together, you and Dean will use 'yes, sir' and 'no, sir' when you talk to us. Understand?"

Dean lifted his head, shot a look of pure hatred at his brother and said, "Yes, sir."

Dean lifted his head again and stared at Alex while he said, "Yes, sir, Jordan."

"That's good. You're learning. We're the older brothers now and you aren't. Get used to it. Jordan and I saw a soccer game in the park we want to get into, so I guess this session is over. We've been making plans and you can expect a lot more of these scenarios as you call them. I know you'll like that idea. Right, Dean?"

"Great. See you later then." And they left. I heard them go down stairs and the front door open and close.

I reached up and began to rub Dean's shoulders again. He looked back over his shoulder and said, "You can get dressed now, I guess."

"Yeah, probably, but I don't want to unless you do. We're both in this together."

"Okay." I carefully helped him rise to his hands and knees on his bed and then, one leg at a time, he put a foot on the floor and stood.

He took a few steps and gave me a thin smile. "That's not bad. Let's see if I can get dressed."

I pulled on my clothes and watched as Dean tried on one pair of underwear or shorts after another, trying to find one that didn't hurt him too badly. "No way. I don't have anything that doesn't make my butt feel worse. I can just wear a tee shirt and stay in bed until tomorrow, I guess. Maybe I can pull on some shorts then."

"That sounds good. If you're going to have stomach flu, you might as well look like it and stay in bed."

I helped Dean to get back into bed and got more ice. Just before his parents said they'd be home, I cleaned up the mess from the ice bags and Dean and I practiced the story we'd tell Dean's parents. That way we'd both being saying the same things.

Dean's mom is really nice and she was concerned about Dean's stomach flu. But using his imagination, Dean came up with a great-sounding lie that I almost believed. I helped it along by doing what I could to convince her that Dean was sick. But not so sick she had to take him to a clinic. She even called my mother to tell her that I'd be staying overnight and brought dinner up to us on a tray. Dean didn't have much appetite, but I did and cleaned up what he didn't want.

The rest of the evening, Dean and I played video games and talked about everything except what Alex and Jordan had done to us. Dean used the jar twice more and I helped him more around on his bed where he could either lie on his side or facedown comfortably. At about eleven o'clock I got the camp mattress out from under Dean's bed and got ready to turn in.

He sighed and tried to find a more comfortable position on his side. "Thanks again."

"No problem." I had to borrow a pair of shorts from Dean to sleep in because I hadn't worn underwear when I came over this afternoon. I turned off the light, slide into bed and tried to relax.

Sleeping on my back wasn't a good idea, so I curled up on my side. Although I was tired, I couldn't get to sleep. After only a few minutes, I heard Dean's breathing turn into a soft, even sore. In spite of my best efforts, I couldn't get to sleep. After watching Dean's illuminated digital clock tick off forty-five minutes, I was wide away and had begun to wonder if I'd be up all night. I hurt from the spanking, but not that bad.

Carefully getting on my hands and knees so my head was just above the mattress on Dean's bed, I looked at him sleeping. He hadn't moved since I heard him start to snore so I took a chance and hoping he was deeply asleep, leaned over him to kiss him on the cheek. I pulled away from his face and watched him for a few more minutes, admiring his regular features and well-shaped face. I'd never looked so closely at another boy before and I liked what I saw in front of me.

I slowly leaned toward his face, but before I could kiss him on the cheek again, he reached behind my neck with one hand and pulled my lips against his. He caught me by surprise and turned my kiss into a sloppy near miss. The one after that was a direct hit, though. So were the next ones and the ones after that.

When we finally pulled apart, Dean whispered, "Thanks again for taking care of me and I'm sorry."

Chapter Seven

After another encounter with Dean, Mike is more confused than ever and decides to sort out his feeling as soon as possible. After seeing the damage his brother has done, Dean is more determined than ever to get revenge.

The next morning when I woke up, it took me a minute or so to remember where I was. Fortunately, when I did, I also remembered not to sit up and I rolled over on to all fours. Raising my head higher than the edge of Dean's bed, I checked to see how he was. Surprisingly, he had curled up on his side and seemed to be sleeping soundly. I wish I could have done the same. After kissing Dean last night, I heard his breathing slow down and I figured he was asleep, but I couldn't join him. The confusion I had about my unexpectedly strong feelings for Dean had stirred up my mind something awful. Admittedly, anybody would say that kissing another boy had to be gay, but it wasn't kissing him that bothered me. I was sure I wasn't gay, but I still liked how I felt when I did it-I liked it a lot. If someone had told me I'd enjoy kissing a boy a couple of weeks ago, I would have probably punched him. As I stared at Dean, admiring his face and what parts of his body I could see, I decided that as soon as I could, I'd have to think seriously about what I liked and didn't like about sex and sort it out between boys and girls. That would be later, though because right now I had to get up and use the bathroom.

As I got to my feet, I discovered I was a little stiff and my butt was sore, but not as much as I thought it would be. I shuffled into Dean's bathroom and used the facilities. Afterward, I turned my back to the mirror and dropped Dean's shorts that I wore to inspect my butt. I had a rectangular shaped bruise in the middle of each cheek, but that was about all. The bruises didn't hurt unless I directly pressed on them.

When I went back into Dean's room, he was moving around under the blanket. "Mike, you'll have to help me again. I'm too stiff to move."

Dean released a stream as soon as I had the jar in place, moaning with relief. "Oh, man. I thought I'd blow up. Thanks."

After he'd finished and I'd dumped the jar, I came back and said, "Turn over so I can see what you look like." He did and what I saw when I turned his blanked back shocked me. His butt was a mass of angry red and purple bruises. "That looks bad. How long did Alex spank you before I came over?"

"I don't know, but at first I decided I wasn't going to let him get the best of me. I guess I should have given up sooner, but I never thought he'd keep going for so long."

"Yeah, he seemed pretty determined to have his own way. Is there anything I can do?"

We heard a tapping on the door and Dean's mom said, "Are you boys awake? I've got to go to work now."

I flipped the blanket back over Dean and slid into the camp bed. Dean said, "We're awake, Mom. You can come in."

She came in, saying good morning to us. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she put her hand on Dean's forehead. "Hmmm, you're a little warm and your face is flushed. Are you feeling better?"

Dean nodded. "Better than last night. I think I'll probably be up and around later today."

"That's good. There's lots of food downstairs for both of you. You should sleep as much as you can." To me, she said, "Thanks for staying with Dean last night. That was nice of you."

"Good. I have to go. Remember, your brother has a soccer clinic all day so you'll have the house all to yourself. Stay out of trouble." When Dean nodded, she bent over and kissed him on the cheek."See you tonight then."

After she left and we waited about fifteen minutes to be sure she wasn't coming back, I got up and went to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. I came back into the room carrying a tray with a stack of toast and saw Dean had rolled to his side and was slowly flexing his legs.

"This is not too bad. The stiffness is going away and I can move more. I'm still really sore, but if I keep working at it, I might be able to get around soon, although I don't know about sitting."

Sort of half lying on his side, Dean managed to eat some toast although he said he still wasn't hungry. I picked up the tray with our dirty dishes on it and took it to the kitchen. While there, I filled two ice bags and brought them upstairs.

"Stay on your side and I'll hold the ice up while you stretch. Maybe that'll help."

"Good idea. I'm gonna remember this and when the time comes, I'll get even with that little bastard."

That was the first comment he made about what his brother had done to him and I was surprised at how angry he still seemed to be. Dean could be really stubborn and when he set his mind to something, he wasn't going to let it go easily. I didn't say anything to him, but I promised myself to be sure whatever he came up with wouldn't go over the top. Pulling the covers back, I held the bag against his bruises.

After a few minutes, he turned to his other side and exercised his other leg. After only a few minutes, I could see he could move his legs farther with less pain.

Pulling off his over-sized tee shirt that kept flopping down over his bare butt, he said, "This is in the way."

When he was naked, he settled back on the bed and kept working his legs. I reached up and hooked my fingers over his hipbone to help him stay on his side.

He turned over again and I took the ice bag off. When he looked up at me, I had pulled my own shirt off.

I shrugged, dropped my tee shirt on the floor and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts I wore that I'd borrowed from Dean. "Like it or not, we're in this together, so…" The shorts fell to my feet and I stepped out of them.

"No problem." And it wasn't. In my mind, being naked with Dean was exactly the right thing to do. I was comfortable and hoped that Dean enjoyed looking at my body as much as I enjoyed the sight of his. In particular, I like the way his muscles moved under his smooth, hairless skin as he changed position in bed.

We kept on with the ice and exercise for more than an hour. When I told him I had to go to the kitchen for more ice, he said, "No, wait a minute. Let me see if I can get up."

He rose to hands and knees on the bed, put one foot then the other on the floor and stood. "Good, my feet don't hurt much at all." Walking around his room, he said, "This is good, too. I'm going to the bathroom and see what my butt looks like."

I sat on the bed to wait and heard Dean swear loudly from the bathroom. When he came back, his face was bright red with anger. "That does it. From here on out, the only thinking I'm going to think about is to coming up with a scenario that'll let me get back at Alex. I'm going to make him pay for this. Big time. "

He sat on the bed next to me, yelped and jumped up. I stood, too and when he turned to face me, his eyes were watery and tears were about to flood over his lower lids. He cursed his brother again and said, "I guess I'm not ready for that yet."

Seeing his pain, I impulsively leaned forward, put one hand on the back of his neck and pulling him toward me, kissed him.

He kissed me back and stepped forward so the warm, bare skin of the front of our bodies pressed together. Without thinking, we wrapped our arms around each other and stroked each other's backs. We continued to kiss, acquiring some experience with different ways of holding our lips and tongues. I felt his penis grow and press against my hairless crotch. When he pushed his tongue into my mouth, mine jumped up fully erect to press against Dean.

We finally broke off our kissing due to lack of air and I gasped, "Get back on your bed on all fours again."

He nodded and didn't ask why. When he was in position, I lay on my back on his bed between his legs and slid under his hips.

Dean spread his knees and his erection moved down to my face. I couldn't wait and raised my head and eagerly pulled it into my mouth. The sensation of his penis filling my mouth was amazing. I thought that it wouldn't feel as good as the first time I'd done it, but it was. If anything, it was better because I knew what to do and could anticipate the pleasure of what was about to happen. As much as I just wanted to lie there and just hold it in my mouth, I began to work the sensitive ridges of the glans with my tongue, making him moan. He dropped his hips more and drove his penis deeper into my mouth almost making me gag. When he lifted up, grabbed my own penis with my fist and began to stroke like mad. I probably should have concentrated on what I was doing with my mouth, but if I didn't release my tension, I thought I'd go nuts.

Without thinking, I took my free hand and reaching between his battered butt cheeks, I drove the tips of two fingers against his sphincter muscle. Immediately, Dean yelled and spurted into my mouth as if I'd pushed a button. He had driven his penis too deeply into my mouth for me to get a good taste of his semen, but I could feel each hot jet spray against the back of my throat and I swallowed quickly to keep from choking.

At the same time, the force of my own orgasm sprayed semen clear to the middle of my chest. It was so intense I tried to scream, but I was effectively gagged by Dean's penis and I could only make a high-pitched whimper.

Dean raised his hips and said, "Don't do anything. Come around and sit against the headboard."

I moved from under him, got to my feet and moved to the head of his bed. Swinging my leg over him, I put a pillow behind my back to help me sit up and faced him with my legs splayed wide. When I had settled, he crawled forward and kissed me, plunging his tongue deeply into my mouth. I kissed him back and was disappointed when he pulled away.

Carefully, beginning at my hairless crotch, he licked my semen from my bare skin. Then, holding my semen on his tongue, kissed me again, finally giving the full flavor of a boy. Even thought it was my own semen, I didn't care. It had to be all the same from one boy to the next and I wanted to know exactly what it tasted like.

He kissed me some more and when he moved away, I thought he was finished. Instead, he said, "Don't move."

Gingerly, he climbed off the bed and pulled the box out that held bout tie-up game ropes. He tied each of my wrists to the top corners of the headboard and then tied a doubled rope around my waist. Pulling on the two ends, he said, "Lift your hips."

He ran each rope past one side of my genitals and pushed it under my butt. Then he pulled it backward between my legs and into my butt crack. Tugging it snug, he tied it to the headboard behind me so I couldn't move my hips forward or backward. Looping a rope around each ankle, he stretched my legs even wider by tying them to the bed frame under the mattress.

Satisfied that I was helpless, he climbed back onto the bed on his hands and knees. "Now let's see how long I can make you last."

He kissed me once and then dropped his head to take my penis in his mouth. In the past, I'd always hit my orgasm in less than a minute when he did that, but this time, before I could get anywhere close, he quit and went back to kissing me. After a few quick ones, he dropped to my crotch and licked my penis up one side and down the other, and then he kissed me again. Lowering his head from my lips, he sucked on my nipples. When they were wet, he pinched and twisted each one separately and together. It hurt when he did, but it was worth it because it felt as if there was a wire from each nipple to my crotch. Each sharp pain sent a jolt of pure pleasure down to my penis making it jump. He alternated between kissing, twisting my nipples and stimulating my penis and scrotum with his lips, tongue and mouth until I was gasping for breath and begging for relief. He'd silence my pleas by kissing me more and more passionately until we must have looked like we were giving each other sloppy mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Finally, I reached the point of no return and had a violent orgasm that shot semen into his mouth while I screamed in ecstasy. He caught it all and without swallowing, lifted his head to kissed me again, giving me my own semen back. By that time, I was exhausted and sagging from the ropes on my wrists.

Dean got up, untied me and led me to his bathroom where we showered together. As I soaped him, I was careful to avoid touching his bruises. After we had dried off, we went back to the ice and exercise and by early afternoon, Dean could sit on a chair if he didn't sit down too hard.

Getting up, he said, "If I stay in bed one more night, I think I'll be able to act normally. You don't have to stick around any more. Thanks."

"No problem. I know you'd do the same for me." As I got dressed, I said, "Keep me posted on what your plans are, okay?"

"I'll do that. It may take me awhile to put it together, though. It'll have to be a good one and work the first time. If they think we're out to get even, they'll be a lot more cautious."

"Good thinking. I'll call you tonight." Dean started get back into bed and I waved as I went out of his room

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The Ties of Brotherhood

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