And with that my brother cracked up laughing.
I had figured to spend the next two weeks going through the motions, doing just enough to avoid too much pain and get through all this. It was clear now, that I had better be downright enthusiastic about my debasement, and the pervs’ pleasure!
Bent over as I was, from the pain of my balls getting whacked, I was now able to see the device. Clearly made of solid metal. Probably stainless steel, from the look and weight of it. Clearly, it was NOT coming off without the key, or something sharp to remove my balls. I had no interest in the latter, so I would focus on motivating my tormentor to produce the key.
“Lie down flat,” said my sadistic brother.
I did. He showed me another gadget. It was different in design from the dentist thing, but its purpose was clear. I sighed and opened my mouth. My brother grinned and installed what I later learned was called a spider gag.
He then inserted a red rubber ball with a leather strap running through it, and secured it behind my head. He rolled me over, lubed my sore butt hole, and shoved in what felt like a hard rubber version of the all-too-familiar cucumbers, my Amazon bitch had “trained” me with.
Crap! It’s not like I was going anywhere, or would shout to draw attention to myself! But my condition seemed to please Karl no end. Well, better to have him happy, I guess. I sure as hell couldn’t afford to make him mad!
He jumped down, closed the tailgate, and went to the cab. He was actually whistling. I didn’t even know he COULD whistle!
Off we went. I had no idea where. I could only hope he didn’t plan on driving through town. Hoping did me no good. No one driving or walking could see into the truck bed, but that didn’t save me from some serious public humiliation.
Karl pulled the truck into a small park at the edge of our little town. It was where all the “bad boys” hung out. In other words, Karl’s pals.
I heard them come over to the cab to talk to my evil brother. “Hey Karl! We never did find your twerp brother last night. Did he show up at your place, or make the mistake of going to the Wilson’s?”
“Nah, I caught him in the barn washing up, just before dawn. His ass, and everything else is mine for the next two weeks. Once he graduates, I’m putting him on a bus out of town, and the little shit best never come back!”
“What are you going to do with him in the meantime? You fucking him? Can we get some of that?”
“Hell yes, I fucked him! Both ends! My girl’s on the rag, so I’m not going to pass up the opportunity. And in order to make it worth my while to have him around, I’m gonna be whoring him out. The free rides are over! You want a piece? You have to pay for it.”
I heard groans and bitching from his friends. Well, if he wasn’t going to give them free rides, that meant the next two weeks wouldn’t be as bad as they might have been.
But not as bad, sure has heck wasn’t good! Karl got out of the cab, walked to the back of the truck and opened the tail gate. His buddies laughed, hooted and called me every degrading name in the book. And it was clear they were all very hard.
“What the hell is that metal thing on his dick?” one of them asked.
“It’s called a cock cage. Keeps the little geek from getting hard. It’s also going to encourage him to show my customers a really good time, if he wants it to come off in two weeks.”
That brought hysterical laughter from every member of my brother’s evil tribe. And every one of them was rubbing his crotch. But I knew that at least a dozen of them wouldn’t be touching me, because they were either too poor or too cheap to pay.
But, looking into the eyes of the other four, filled me with dread. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind those four would find a way to put the money together, even if they had to steal it! And if they had to pay, they were darn sure going to get their money’s worth!
“Well, you’ve seen the merchandise,” my brother announced, “just come up with the bread, if you want some of this! Gotta get going now. Customers waiting!”
And with that, Karl closed the tail gate, hopped in the truck, and we were on our way. I had no idea to where. Clearly, my brother knew more about the sexual habits of the locals than I did. I didn’t know any men I even suspected of having the hots for teen boys.
Karl drove for the better part of an hour. I know we went West of town, initially, but all I could see was sky and telephone poles, and we changed directions several times.
Finally, my brother turned onto a dirt road. We must have gone five miles on that road, before pulling up to a large house and barn. That didn’t tell me anything. Roads like this always lead to a large house and barn.
Karl opened the tail gate, and climbed into the bed. I just assumed I would see the people who would be using me, this time. Wrong. My sadistic brother put duct tape over my eyes, the way Sharon had. So I would never know who the “dirty old men” were that had used me. The only good thing about this was I would be leaving town for good in two weeks.
My muscle stud brother picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He could probably bench press my 140 pounds one-handed, if he were wanted. He jumped down from the truck and carried me to the house. I knew it wasn’t the barn. I know what barns smell like!
“Get that board off his legs.” It was a voice I didn’t know. So, there would be no whispers, this time.
My brother set me down, and removed the 2×4 that held my legs apart. I felt hands on my ballsac, strapping on leather above my balls. The hand stretched my sac to accomodate what felt like a miniature dog collar.
The stretching put a lot of pressure on my balls. After a bit the sharp pain settled into a dull ache.
I heard a metallic snap, and then a sharp tug on my balls. They attached a leash to my balls?! They couldn’t use the collar around my neck? This was not a good sign.
“Have a good time with him, but make sure you return him in one piece. He is my brother, after all. See you tomorrow, bitch!”
Aw crap! I was being left here overnight?! I made a panicked noise through the gag, and was rewarded with a slap to my face and another sharp tug on my balls.
“You better be very obedient, bitch,” said the strange voice. “The best you can hope for is 24 hours of hell. If you fail to please in any way, it will only get worse.”
I heard my brother’s evil laugh, and the sound of his boots crunching the gravel, as he headed back to his truck. There was another tug on the leash, but this time it continued and pulled me away from the house by my balls.
I was pulled for several minutes, through what I assume was the front yard, as I could feel grass under my feet. When we stopped, I heard the creaking sound of wooden doors being opened. Double doors. I was picked up and thrown over the shoulder of what clearly was a very large man.
He carried me down wooden steps. It’s the rare midwest farm that doesn’t have a tornado shelter. Well, so much for thoughts of being fucked in a nice comfortable bed.
Then I remembered–this was the man with all the sadistic sex stuff. He was the one that gave Karl the cage for my cock. What he had in this tornado shelter, I didn’t even want to think about!