“You’re going to fuck me?!”
“Of course! Why not? Half the guys in the senior class have had that tight little ass and pretty mouth already. And my girl is on the rag right now, so you’ll do. But you won’t just be doing me. I’m going to whore you out. There are plenty of dirty old men in this town, that would love to get their dicks up inside you. But don’t worry. You won’t actually be a whore, because I’m keeping all the money I get for you.”
In an odd way, that announcement was a relief. It would most likely be brutal. And degrading. Although, the degrading part would likely wind up being a turn-on. But Sharon was an evil genius. And her father and two brothers could be unspeakably cruel. By comparison, being used and whored out by my brother would be the better option. Which didn’t say much for my options!
“Okay, I’ll do whatever you say,” I said quietly, with my eyes downcast. My brother might not be very bright, or have much imagination, but he was very dangerous when angered.
When I looked up he had an evil look in his eyes and a shit-eating grin on his face. I could only hope I hadn’t made the wrong choice!
My brother said, “Turn around and put your hands on your head.”
Was he going to tie me up again? Why bother? I was his to use, and we both knew it. The first thing he did was put one of the dogs’ collars around my neck and padlock it in place.
I sighed. Here we go again. He strapped my wrists to the back of the collar with plastic cable ties. This was new. And painful. It put my hands behind my neck and kept my arms away from my body. I realized, I was now on display. Which made my darn dick start getting hard again.
He ordered me to spread my legs. I did. He then lashed a 2×4 between my legs to prevent me from pulling them back together.
“You are not a real man. I know you’re not a fag, but you are no man. And only men should have body hair. You don’t have much, but you don’t even deserve what you have. So I am going to remove it.”
My brother pulled out a big jar of hair remover and spread it all over my pits and pubes. fifteen minutes later it was burning like a son of a bitch! He finally washed it off, and what little body hair I had went with it. It would take a month to start growing back.
“Perfect. The old perverts who like pretty boys will pay more to use you, now that you look like you’re a tall twelve year old.”
With that, he grabbed my balls, gave them a good hard squeeze and said, “I’m going to make you suffer a bit, before I fuck you. You don’t deserve it, but life’s a bitch. And I have always wanted to cause someone real pain, and this is the first time anyone has been completely at my mercy. Don’t worry. I won’t do permanent damage. You are my brother, after all.”
Karl was a powerful young man, and all that power went into the swats he laid on my butt cheeks. I quickly discovered that if I tried to move and avoid the swat, he would squeeze my nuts until I screamed. Through sheer force of will, (and fear for my balls) I managed to hold still.
When he stopped, he used a couple of mirrors to show me how nice and red my butt cheeks were. I’d managed to avoid sobbing, (not allowed in my family) but I could not stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks.
Having satisfied his sadistic needs, for the moment, he now satisfied his carnal needs. He at least had the decency to use lube, though I suspect that was for his benefit, not mine.
I have no doubt that his single rapid thrust into my butt hole would have had me screaming in agony, had I not been so thoroughly fucked the night before. Between the soreness of my hole, and my tender butt cheeks, it still hurt like hell, but I managed to avoid more than a grunting sound.
My big brother proceeded to pound my ass for a good fifteen minutes, slowing when he got close, then speeding up again, when he was no longer in danger of shooting his load. He finally came.
I was then forced to my knees. No doubt about what was coming next. At least Sharon, and the men from last night had taught me how to suppress my gag reflex! And a good thing too. Mister muscle stud pounded my throat has hard has he had pounded my ass. Subtlety never was his strong suit.
As he came, he predictably buried his cock all the way down my throat and shot his load. I didn’t much care for having my nose buried in his pubes, but at least I didn’t have to taste his cum. He shot it straight down my throat.
“Lick me clean, bitch.” I was in no position to argue.
Once my brother had finished using me, he led me into an empty animal stall. There was straw on the floor, and it was clean. So there was that. He padlocked a chain to one of my ankles, above where he had lashed the 2×4, and connected it to an eye bolt he had placed in the wall.
I was naked, legs held wide open, arms held behind my neck, and very vulnerable. I just had to hope none of the guys from school came looking for me here in the barn, while my brother was gone.
“Get some sleep, pussy boy. You look like you need it. I’ll be back this afternoon, after I’ve set up some appointments to rent out that tight little body of yours,” my brother said.
Crap. He was really going to do that. And he wasn’t wasting any time. It was going to be a long two weeks! I lay down in the straw, and went instantly to sleep.
My brother had let me sleep from a little after dawn, to nearly sunset. Even then, I felt completely spent. He took me over to the sink and cleaned me inside and out. Well, at least my ass wasn’t full of his cum anymore. (I always look on the bright side.)
He unlocked the chain around my ankle and led me out of the barn, and into the back of his 1 ton pickup. I still had that darn 2×4 lashed between my legs, and my wrists attached to the D ring on the back of the the dog collar that was padlocked to my neck.
I lay in the back of the truck, basically spreadeagled, on full display to anyone who happened to look in the truck bed. Fortunately, it was a big truck and sat up pretty high. Unfortunately, the thought of being on display made my darn dick hard as a brick, But not for long.
My brother climbed into the back of the truck, and the first thing he did was smack me right in the balls. I bent over in agony, as my dick went limp. I felt my brother but something metal on my junk. I had no clue what he was doing, but he explained once he’d finished.
“One of the pervs I’m renting you to, has a bunch of really sick sex gadgets, to make a boy’s life hell. He lent me this one, so you could spend the next two weeks suffering. It’s called a cock cage. Really expensive. It will keep your tiny dick soft, no matter what kind of stimulation you get. You probably won’t be able to cum until it’s removed. And that won’t happen until the day you leave town.”
“The perv is curious to see if he and his perv friends can get you to cum just from fucking you in the ass, even though your dick is kept soft. They’ve made bets with each other about that. There are only two ways to remove it. With a key for the built-in lock, or by cutting your balls off. The old perv has the only key, so you better make him real happy, or he might decide to leave it on you, when you leave town.”