Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2018 19:10:13 +0200 From: "Masterofjusting@gmail.com" Subject: Discovery (1) This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons, events or places is coincidence. The story unfolds in a place very similar to our own world, but with many obstacles removed – a place of fantasy. This story deals with gay sex and sex between a minor and adult. Additionally it deals with themes like BDSM and brothers. If any of this is not to your liking or is illegal in your place of residence, browse away now. Nifty is a free archive for thousands of stories and deserves your support. Keep this library of alive and don't forget to donate. Like any author, I love to hear from readers. You can mail me at masterofjustin@gmail.com. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Discovery "Well, I'm off," Brian says, entering the kitchen with his backpack already slung over his shoulders. "You have fun honey," his mother says as he gives her a peck on her cheek. "See you Sunday," he says to Rick, who waves his hand in the air. A few seconds later the kitchen door closes, and Brian is gone. Trying to keep his voice level, Rick tells his mother he is going to see if Fred wants to hang out and that he'll be back before dinner. "Sure honey," his mother says, distracted by whatever she is reading. His heart beats furiously in his chest when Rick leaves the kitchen, enters the patio. He quickly grabs his helmet, puts it on and grabs his bike. Neither Brian nor his mother noticed he already wore his biking shoes. It's not surprising to see that Brian has already left the front garden, "Shit," Rick scolds himself, "I should have waited outside." But when he darts onto the street, standing on his pedals to quickly get up to speed, he notices Brian up ahead. Only a couple of hundred meters in front of him. Sure enough, in the general direction of Raymond's house. On every other Friday, Rick wouldn't have cared as much about his brother's plans for the weekend. But when he overhead Raymond talking to another guy at school about his plans for the weekend, he realized that Brian was lying. If Raymond wasn't going to be at home, Brian wouldn't be staying over. Rick's curiosity demands he find out. His curiosity and for a part the desire to reveal some dark secret about his brother. The lifelong excitement of knowing something you're not supposed to. He stays behind Brian as far back as he dares to. He doesn't want to lose track of his brother, something that easily happens if he misses a turn or two. But he wants to get noticed even less. Brian passes the turn for Raymond's house and keeps going, riding up against the hill that marks this end of the neighbourhood. A `gotcha' feeling surges through Rick. Rick and Brian are good enough as brothers, but they are no longer as close as they were a few years back. They differ less than a year in age, but at some undefined and undetermined moment that suddenly became an issue. Shortly after his sixteenth birthday Brian met Raymond and the two became best buds. First Rick got to hang out with them and he enjoyed those times. Raymond is a cool and attractive guy and Rick had the best time with him. But nowadays Brian and Raymond spent almost all their free time together and Rick sees and hears less and less from his brother. It's been two months since the three of them went to the movies. Afterwards, they spent a while in the mall and Rick loved spending that time with Raymond and his brother. And now, well on his way towards eighteen, Brian seems further away from Rick than ever before. An unbridgeable gap lies between them. But Brian has never lied to Rick, at least, as far as he knows. Maybe he has been lying. About all sort of things and this is simply the first time Rick has a chance to find out. Ahead, Brian disappears behind the crest of the hill and Rick increases his pace. This is a tricky part, because there are many ways Brian can go on the descent. His acceleration is no wasted effort. When he is up on the top, he is just in time to see Brian make a sharp turn left, into Alderman's Road, with almost the full speed of his descent. Alderman's Road, Rick muses, shooting down the hill at a speed that almost every adult classifies as `most unwise', is a weird turn. It doesn't go anywhere. There are a couple of houses on that road, but then it ends at the edge of the Valerian National Park, the only way onward from there is a gravel path, for hikers and bikers. Of course, it can be that Brian intends to cut through the park to get somewhere, but then Radner Street would have been a much better choice. Both boys know the park by heart. Growing up on the edge of the huge territory with a love of cycling and the outdoors, they have ridden every path enough times to ingrain a practically complete map in their memory. When he makes the turn into Alderman's Road, leaning his bike nearly flat against the street, he finds himself closer to Brian than he considers safe. Brian is riding at a good speed pace, but he didn't achieve the breakneck speed Rick had when shooting around the corner. Braking softly Rick allows the distance to grow again. Where Brian enters the park, the path goes straight on for about two hundred meters, but then it starts to branch. Following him without being seen and without losing him, will be hard. Rick curses to himself, why did Brian have to go into the park. He might be in luck though, it's the time of day that it's usually very busy in the park with runners, cyclers, hikers and more. Depending on the route Brian takes, he might be far from the only one around. And that will help hide Rick's presence. Rick's bike hits the gravel path and up ahead, Brian enters the treeline. Rick speeds up again, but when he turns and looks at the straight path between the trees, Brian is gone. For a moment he feels frustration rise. But then he realizes where Brian must be and when the small, climbing rock path heading up comes by, he drives his bike that way. Brian is out of sight after the turn just a few meters ahead, obscured by trees and the rocky outcropping. Rick makes the turn and there is Brian again, his strong legs keeping his pedals rotating at a steady rhythm as he pushes both wheels into the rocky road to keep traction. Brian is a great biker and Rick learned a lot from his older brother, but Rick is the better of the two and it takes Rick not much effort to keep up while staying back while trying to figure out where Brian is heading. This path leads, through the forest and rocks, to Old Witches Crossing. But that's deeper in the park and further away from the city. Unless, Rick suddenly realizes, Brian is not going to the city, but is heading to someplace here in the park. Maybe he is going camping with Raymond, that could be it. Rick will feel like a total idiot if that's the case, but he considers it a new, previously unseen, possibility. But no, Brian didn't bring anything he needs for camping. So, where will he go from Old Witches Crossing? Rick tries to guess. But cannot decide on the Grand Loop or the nine. He doesn't think Brian will head towards the seven, because this is the long way around for that and the last option leads to the pond and for that, he could have taken a normal road. Longer but quicker. In the late afternoon the boys drive their bikes over the rocks, the gravel and soft earth of the forest, zipping between trees as they make their way. Brian unaware of his tail. The natural dampening of the forest and its own sounds, obscure any noise from Rick that can potentially reach him. Rick behind him, always keeping his distance, timing his turns so that he'll be able to see Brian go into the corner just ahead. He knows the rhythm of his brother by heart. Even though they don't ride together as much anymore as they did, Brian has no surprises for Rick when it comes to this. He knows exactly where Brian will speed up, where he slows down and where he'll settle on cruising speed. In less than twenty minutes they clear the eight kilometres of the rock road, one of the many unofficial paths through the park. Stopping at the top of the rise before Old Witches Crossing, Rick watches Brian go down, leaning back, standing on his pedals. And then he turns, onto the road to the nine. "Right," Rick says out loud, "the nine it is." He gets up and pushes off. Bouncing and shaking his bike shoots down, he aptly maneuverers around the big hole on the side, crossing the path and takes the bank to avoid the bigger rocks and then he is at the bottom. His wheels slip as he sharply turns on the gravel and he keeps his bike under him by force. Brian is ahead, riding at a relaxed pace and here, on one of the much more usual paths in the park, there are other people. Rick greets them all friendly, while allowing himself to fall back further. The road to the nine is mostly straight with a few, lazy turns. The only sideways until they hit the nine are a couple of unofficial paths that don't really lead anywhere. But it is one of those paths that Brian turns into and Rick scolds himself for not thinking about that sooner. The road climbs for a while against a very gentle slope and then it turns to the left, staying level. However, if you make a much sharper left turn, there is a small forest path that winds through the trees. It's not much wider than a wheel and it leads, with a few turns, towards one of the picnic spots in the park. It's one of the most secluded spots this close to the edge of the park and it's at the end of one of the gravel car roads. Both Rick and Brian used it a couple of times, especially if they had friends with them who weren't very experienced and considered getting there already quite a distance. Nowadays, Rick is hardly breaking a sweat, like now. More importantly, there is no reason to head there with this route, unless you want to go there. Ten minutes later, Rick slows down further and when he sees an opportunity, he steers his bike off the path. Slowly he rides a good few meters until he can hide his bike behind some brushes and then, slowly, he makes his way to the picnic spot by foot. Certain that Brian is there. Brian leans his bike against the wooden table and looks at his watch. He is well on time. It will be twenty minutes before French Sam is here to pick him up, plenty of time to get ready. He takes off his backpack and places it against the table. Opening the top zipper, he gets out his phone and unlocks it. He opens his inbox and navigates to the account he needs, there is the message and he reads the instructions again. The light is plenty and even though the sun is too low to directly light the open spot, it will be a while before it dims too much. He'll be long gone by then. His body is filled with the same dread and excitement that he is, by know intimately familiar with. He empties his backpack, methodically and carefully, putting the items next to each other, running a final check. No, he didn't forget anything. Not that he needed to bring much. He grabs the GoPro camera and attaches it to the tri-pod, placing it at the edge of the table. He aligns it so that it has a good view and will catch everything. Then he pulls his t-shirt over his head, folds it and puts in on the table. His distinct V-shape, repeated by the deep cut lines that disappear behind the band of his briefs above his shorts, is exposed to the warm air. As he moves about his abs move, clearly visible. In recent months he made some real progress in his physique. "Maturing,'" as French Sam put it "from athletic sexy to athletic fucking hot". Brian knows that his body will be judged many times this weekend and the more they like it, the better. He sits down on the bench and undoes his shoelaces, taking them off. His socks as well. As usual his instructions were very clear. He stands up, undoes his trousers and pulls them off. For a moment he stands in just his briefs, a bright green, in the open, folding his trousers. The moment passes quickly though and then he pulls the briefs down as well. As he folds them his soft dick and balls hang in the air. His pubic hair is neatly cropped to a small patch above his dick, in the middle between the deep ridges on either sight. He puts his clothes and shoes into the backpack and totally naked, and quite at ease, he sits down on the bench again. He is excited, realizing that, even though the chance is slim, he might be caught by some late visitors to the site. He grabs the grey Nike sneakers from the table and puts them on. The, with a sigh, he grabs the cock cage that is waiting for him. He doesn't like to be caged, he loves to be hard and cum. He loves it when they play with his dick, but none of that this weekend. Quickly, with motions that show he has done this before, he puts it on before his thoughts make that impossible. When the lock holding the device in position clicks, he smiles. He might not enjoy the cage, others certainly do. And Sam might give him some time to get off once he is done. He grabs his phone once more, making sure he memorized the lines and then he puts it in his backpack. He attaches his backpack to his bike frame. Time to get the last stuff in. He marks a spot on the ground and then walks back to the camera. Yep, he'll be perfect in view. He grabs the leather collar and attaches it around his throat. He attaches the chain to the d-ring on the back so that the metal hangs down between his ass checks. The first cuff goes around his right wrist, securing that hand. He takes the sharp, painful nipple clamps from the table and let one bite in his right nipple He hisses from the pain. They hurt and the weights pulling on them will increase that pain. Then he lets the other one bite in his left nipple and he groans. He puts the blindfold on, to see if it will be tight enough. Satisfied he puts it down and sets up the camera. Once he pushes `record' he'll have thirty seconds to get in position and ready. Quickly he walks to the spot he marked and puts the blindfold on. The world around him disappears and there is only darkness. He puts his feet wide enough to maintain his balance, grabs the open cuff behind his back and places it around his left wrist. He breaths deeply once, twice. Once he puts this one he is committed. After the third breath he closes the handcuff around his wrist, the metallic sound of the teeth rolling of over the lock loudly in the still air. A few moments later he hears the soft beeps of the camera to indicate the three second countdown. Then the slightly longer beep, indicating it starts recording. His weekend has begun. From behind the treeline Rick is in a state of shock. He looks at his brother, standing their naked with his hands in handcuffs behind his back. In total wonder he watched his brother undress, put something on his dick and put those painful looking clamps on his nipples. Now he watches the still form of his brother, waiting apparently. Rick has always known that his brother was fit and handsome. But the body that he saw revealed when his brother took off his clothes, was something else. Brian really has been toning his physique, a lot. The abs muscles are clearly visible, as are his pecs and the lines demarking the muscles in his legs. Now, as he was standing there, at attention of some sort, Brian could see his firm ass as well. Rick looks with appreciation at the two firm, globes of boy muscle, divided by the glinting metal of the leash. It's obvious that Brian is waiting for something. A something that the camera on the table will record. But what? Why is Brian doing this? And for that matter, what is this? Is this some game plays with his girlfriend of the week? Or is this some dare with Raymond? But then, it would be a very strange dare. Minutes pass and Rick doesn't move, just watches as his brother stands there. His deep black hair moving in the rustling wind, but otherwise as still as a statue. Should he go over to him? Does Brian know Rick is behind him and is this for him? No, of course not, whatever Brian is doing, it is obviously planned of time. After maybe ten minutes, slightly less maybe, Rick hears something. The murmur of an engine, coming closer and the specks of headlights appear on the path in front of Brian and hidden Rick. A car! Brian is going to be in so much trouble now. For a moment Rick fights the urge to rush out and help him. The car turns out to be a half-sized van, rides onto the picnic spot and make a large turn, passing in front of Brian who doesn't flinch. With its backdoors facing Brian it stops about eight meters ahead of him. The engine goes quiet and the lights go off. Silence descends again and Rick waits, breath abated. Brian doesn't move, at all. As if he expected this, or something like this. Rick hears a door opening and from his position, the only door he cannot see if that of the driver. So, he assumes the driver is getting out of the car. Moments later a man appears. It is a tall, black man, wearing jeans, a belt and shoes and nothing else. His upper body is muscled, exhuming strength. He walks towards Brian nodding to himself, he tosses something on the table before turning to Brian. "My, my," he says, a clear French accent in his voice. "What do I have here? Tell me pretty boy, are you a bitch boy?" "Yes Sir," Brian answers in a clear and audible voice. "I'm a bitch boy." Rick nearly falls backwards at this. He didn't hear his brother just say that, did he? His handsome, no correct that, gorgeous, older brother hasn't just referred to himself in the middle of the Valerian Nation Park as a bitch boy. Except that he had. "And tell me," the handsome black man continues, "what does this bitch boy like?" His hands play with the things hanging from Brian's nipples and even though Rick cannot fully see his brother's face, he can hear in his voice the effect. "This bitch boy likes to be punished sir, and fucked hard," Brian says with a pained voice. "Do you now," the man says. "Anything else?" "I'll do whatever you want sir," Brian says. "This bitch boy wants to please any sir." Rick feels like his entire world is shifting, the foundation slips away and what hides underneath is a deep, dark abyss of unknown. His brother, the coveted price of every girl at school, is gay? And likes to be fucked? In his ass probably. But his brother doesn't have anything feminine about him, so that doesn't fit. He plays lacrosse at the top tier of the competition, he has lots friends and as far as Rick knows, he has plunged his own dick inside quite a few girls. For Rick, who has never thought about his own sexuality very much, the stud status of his brother was a given. It no longer is. Not in the way he thought of it before, but the young boy standing naked in the open space in the forest is still a stud. But, and Rick tries out the words softly "a gay stud". "Do you now?" the man says, continuing the conversation and drawing Rick's attention back. Without warning he lifts his arm and hits Brian in the face. With force. Brian's cry of pain is very real and Rick's body tenses, ready to help his brother. But he holds back again, the realization that his brother chose to be here makes up his mind. "Yes sir," Brian says. "And is your asshole nice and tender?" "Yes sir," Brian answers. "And is it warm and tight, ready to stimulate any cock that wants to fuck it?" "Yes sir," Brain answers again. At this, Rick's rational thinking shuts down. In wonder, horror and something undefined, he watches the scene as it unfolds. "Come here," Sam says, grabbing Brian by his neck. Trying not to fall, Brian turns with the forceful grip, grateful for the touch of Sam's hand on his skin and allows himself to be thrown against the picnic table. His face and upper chest slam into the hard wood and the nipple clamps rock back and forth, shooting fresh jolts of pain in his chest. He knows exactly what is going to happen now, the script described it, and he is looking forward to it. All parts. "So, you think you have a nice, tender ass?" Sam says, picking up the long, leather belt he threw on the table before. Carefully he folds it as Brian answers him. "Yes Sir, I do," he states. "And it's yours to use." "And use it I will," Sam says, slamming the belt against the target. The sound of the leather hitting the tender flesh of Brian's ass cracks through the air. Without any conscious effort Brian shouts out in pain. "Yes sir," he grunts. "Are you a bitch boy?" Sam asks, before slamming the belt into Brian's ass again. "Yes sir, I'm a bitch boy!" Brian shouts, the pain clear in his voice. "And does this bitch boy like to be punished?", again the belt hits Brian's firm ass, making a loud snapping sound in the forest air. "Yes sir, this bitch boy likes to be punished," Brian says. "So, you want me to slap this belt against your little ass?" the question if followed by another hit. "Yes sir, hit me with your belt as much as you want," Brian says. He was warned that there would be no holding back, but the pain in his ass is excruciating already, and he knows there are more slaps before he gets what he deserves. And wants. "I will, bitch boy," Sam says and hits him a fifth, sixth and seventh time in quick succession. "And is your hole ready for my big cock?" Sam asks, hitting Brian again. "My hole is always ready for a cock sir," Brian admits, his voice broken by his crying. Tears stream into the blindfold as the pain from the belting takes over his being. With difficulty he remembers the instructions and sticks to the script. Soon, very soon, he'll get the pain and pleasure he longs for. "That's not what I asked, bitch," Sam says, slamming Brian's ass twice again. "Are you ready for my big cock?" "Yeeeeees sir," Brian cries. "I'm ready for your big cock." "And will you make it good for me when I fuck your little white hole?" Slap. Slap. "Yes Siiii...iiiir, I will." "I" Slap. "Don't." Slap. "Believe" Slap. "You." Moment pass as Brian, gasping for breath between sobs and cries, tries to muster the strength to answer. And this is the start, a soft voice in the back of his mind says. You can still back out, Expect, the throbbing, pulsating flesh pushing against the confines of it's cage in his crotch doesn't want to back out. "Please sir," Brian manages to blurt out, "let me prove it to you." Slap. "Prove it?" Sam asks. "How?" Slap. "Fuuuhuuck me, Sir, fuuuhuuck me hard," Brian wails. Sam tosses the belt aside. He has hit the boy plenty and he'll be sore for days to come, and that's without counting what will be done the rest of the weekend. He undoes his pants and pulls out his dick, already fully hard. Seeing Brian naked always has that effect on him. "Get me nice and wet then," he grunts and pulls Brian by his hair. Nearly tripping Brian tries to follow the painful pull, without seeing where he goes. Sam grabs his head and roughly guides him. He opens his mouth, expecting what is to come and when Sam pulls him forward the big, throbbing flesh of his dick slides into his mouth. It slides in, without stopping and as it hits the back of his mouth Brian relaxes as much as he can, allowing the long, thick dick to penetrate his throat. The first few times Brian could hardly take a dick halfway in his mouth without gagging, but practice, lots of it, made him quite adept. "Get is wet, pretty white boy," Sam orders him, grabbing his hair and fucking his mouth. Brian lets the dick slide out his mouth, careful to keep his teeth out of the way. It's salty, familiar taste turns on every knob in Brian's sexual self, and without being able to see anything he knows his dick starts drooling. Sure, it was a script that dictated their interaction today, but it wasn't far from Brian's self. He is a bitch boy, who is at his best when he is used by other men. The feeling of a cock in his mouth, or in his ass, is something he longs for. And now, having handsome Sam's big dick using his mouth to get wet, Brian is in sexual heaven. The weighted clamps on his nipples shoot new jolts of pain into his chest at every motion. And every time Sam's cockhead slides deep into his throat, cutting off his air completely, he gags a little. His ass is still on fire, pulsating with an angry, unforgiving pain. But this is what he looked forward to the last two weeks. Rick sits on his knees, one arm around a tree to keep himself upright and steady, watching the scene in front of him. The boy with the incredible body, his brother, is getting face fucked by a big black man. Rick doesn't know the man using his brother, but he can see that he confirms the old prejudice about black men and their cocks. Somehow, it seems impossible that every inch of that monster slides into his brother's mouth, but it does. Until the flat, hard pubes of the black man push against Brian's nose before he pulls back again. From his position Rick has an excellent vantage point to watch the action. He can see them en profile with a view on Brian's ass as well. Which is red and turning blue in spots. The belting his brother got was brutal. When they were younger both brothers got a few spanked bottoms, but not even the worst of those, totalled, comes close to even a single hit Brian got now. Fascinated Rick looks at the black dick, emerging between his brother's lips, until only the head was in. Then, the man slammed forward again, until every inch was inside Brian. Gagging, trembling and crying Brian accepts the invasion of his mouth. Quite unable to do anything about it with his hands cuffed behind his back. Rick doesn't know what he is watching, but whatever it is, he cannot turn his gaze away. His left arm around the tree, he isn't even consciously aware of his right hand moving up and down his own exposed dick in response to the scene in front of him. And what the implications of this are, those are for another time. As the big man keeps fucking Brian's mouth, Rick can see the veined flesh getting wetter with saliva. Is he really going to put that enormous thing side his brother's ass? Rick doesn't now, but he hopes the man will. Jerking his own dick, he watches his older brother get abused in the picnic area ahead. His glands are shining with the strain and he slows down without thinking. The lust ruled part of his brain doesn't want to cum yet, it wants to see what comes next. And if Brian is really going to take that huge, thick dong up his ass, Rick will watch every second of it. After only a few, short minutes, the man pushes his dick all the way in Brian's mouth, pressing his pubes against Justin's face and his balls against his chin. His hands are behind Brian's head, holding him in place. After about fifteen seconds, maybe a few more, Brian starts to struggle a bit. He cannot get any air in his lungs. The thick dick blocks every passageway. He retches and pulls back, but he is not strong enough for the man. "Yeah," the man says. "Choke on it bitch boy, choke on my big black dick." Brian begins to buck violently, trying to force himself off the dick in his mouth. His lungs scream for air. Rick watches his brother fight against the stranglehold. With his own mouth open breathing in deep gulps of air as he stimulates his throbbing member, Rick tries to imagine what his brother must feel at this moment. "Come on bitch boy," the man says, his voice stern. "You can do better than this, keep calm." His throat turning a deep red, Brian manages to regain some sort of control. Trembling, his body jerking at moments as his muscles respond to his survival instinct. Rick is sure his brother is going to pass out, the man will suffocate him for sure. And then the hands release Brian's head. Gasping for air, coughing, retching and snot running from his nose, Brian falls to the floor. His chest heaving from the effort, his entire body trembling. But the man doesn't give him time. He grabs him by his hair again and pulls him up, ignoring the painful screams from the crying boy. He half throws Brian over the table, kicking his legs apart. "Now that you have me wet," the man says. What happens next burns itself in Rick's memory with a vivid brightness that will stay for a long time. The man places the point of his dick between Brian's buttocks, against his asshole for sure. With his big hands he takes hold off Brian's slender hips and then, while Brian is still recovering from the throat assault a moment ago, he pushes forward. "Aaaaaaaaaarghhhh," Brian screams. A piercing, white hot pain shoots through his belly as Sam rams his dick in him. He feels lightheaded and is unable to relax, but that doesn't stop Sam. His dick coated in Brian's saliva and snot, he forces his way up the young boy's chute. Brian's sobs are all too real, and when Sam pulls out and rams in again he lets out another scream of pain. "Oh, god," he thinks. "No more, no more." But of course, there is more. And Sam gives it to him. A rough fuck, like a rape, was the instruction. Expect it's not a rape with both participants willing. And after a few more thrusts, deep in his abdomen, Brian's body becomes accommodating of the invading rod. The pain of the penetrations diminishes and disappears, and the pleasure Brian is intimately familiar with, fills him. Every slam of Sam's body against his own, he greets with a grunt of joy. His boy hole gets its first proper fuck of the weekend and it's by Sam, for Brian there are few things better. Sam looks down at his dick, sliding in and out, between the firm white buttocks, well the red and blueish buttocks, of the boy in front of him. Playing with Brian is always his pleasure, even when it's for an assignment. The boy's beautiful body, his eagerness to get used and his stamina make Sam always eager for more. Enjoying the right, warm tunnel around his fucking dick, Sam picks up the pace of his fucking. Though he could easily go on for a long while, enjoying Brian – and he has done so on several occasions – they are on a schedule. Brian grunts and moans as Sam fucks him harder and harder. Every time the thick hardness of Sam's dick slides into his fuck hole his own dick, frustratingly caged, presses against the cold confines, trying to force them open. "Do you like this, bitch boy?' "Yes sir," Brian answers, without even a hint of lie. "I do." His upper body, pushed against the table top, rubs against the rough wood. The nipple clamps, caught between the two, pull and bite into the tender flesh. "And do you want me to fill your ass with my cum?" "Yes sir," Brian practically shouts. "Breed this bitch sir." This wasn't exactly in the instructions they received, but Sam is sure the customers won't mind this at all. "You like to have big, thick dick in your tight little ass?" "Yes sir," Brian admits. "I love a big dick up my ass." Sam slaps the still warm flesh of Brian's ass, the boy yelps. He does it again, and again. Every time he does, he feels Brian's ass muscles tighten. "Keep that ass tight for me and I'll coat your insides with my seed." "Yes sir," Brian says. Sam is now fighting to maintain control as he works himself closer and closer to his climax. Brian can feel it to, the fucking gets harder until the table top edge is pushing painfully against his upper legs. "Take it, br...itch," Sam corrects himself quickly and then shoots. Driving deep into Brian's asshole, his dickhead jettisons ropes of cum in the deep dark confines of the boy's ass. He pulls out slowly, and rams in even harder, forcing out the last drops of cum. "Yeah, you sure are a good bitch boy," he says, pulling out quickly. He is rewarded with another soft yelp of pain from the panting stud on the table. "Now, let's take you to a place where bitch boys like you can really get to work." Trembling, sweat pouring off his body, Rick manages himself in an upright position. With his shorts and briefs around his ankles, his dick still hard after cumming, he needs the tree to remain standing. His hand is covered in his cum, but he doesn't mind. His upper body is nude, he threw off his shirt during the frantic jerking and is gleaming with sweat. He just watched his brother get fucked by another man, hard, and he jerked off to it. And he came plenty. Not only his hand is covered in the sticky stuff, the forest floor in front of him, shows several ropey strands drying in the open air. But the scene in front of him isn't finished yet. The big man grabs the chain metal leash on Brian's collar and pulls. With a yelp and stumbling to regain his balance, Brian follows. It must be hard for Brian to walk like that, blindfolded, hands cuffed behind his hands. Almost tripping over an exposed root, Brian crosses the short distance to the back of the van. When the man opens the doors, Rick gets another shock. Inside, are three other boys. Two to the side of the van and one with his back towards the driver's side. Rick recognized the one facing outwards straight away. His body adorned with the same things Brian has on, his physique much more defined than Rick remembers, is Raymond, his brother's best friend. He is bulkier than Brian, with more muscle, but like on Brian – and from what Rick can see on the other two boys that he doesn't recognize – everything is well defined. His legs are wide, shackles around his ankles keeping them locked in place. His upper body is straight against the back, apart from near his crotch where his cuffed hands are behind his back. From all boy's balls runs a line towards a ring in front of them, then it goes up to a ring in the ceiling until they are combined, at around chest height, in a round disk with a single hook underneath. "Get in," the man orders. Tentatively Brian walks forward until he feels the van against his legs. He lifts his legs and sort of crawls in. The man follows. Nothing is tender, or friendly. He roughly maneuverers Brian in position and grabs something from the floor. Quickly, showing he has done this before, he runs the small noose around Brian's balls and then pulls it tight. From a wooden box on the side he grabs what looks to Rick like a broomstick. But instead of a rough, hairy head, it has a big dildo on the top. With one hand he spreads Brian's firm ass cheeks and points the rubber head against the pucker. Rick doesn't see it, but Sam's dick responds immediately while gazing at the pink ring. He shoves the dildo in, pushing hard. Still wet and open from his fuck just now, Brian accepts the invasion with only a soft grunt. On the floor, Sam lifts a small metal hollow tube, and he pushes the stick in. Now he grabs Brian's left ankle and pulls it out. Brian's body descends, forcing the dildo in even further. Seconds later both his ankles are attached to the floor and every inch of the dildo is inside his raped ass. Then the man unhooks a chain from the wall of the van and runs it through a loop in the ceiling behind Brian and attaches it to yet another hook in the floor. At the side, he turns a lever pulling the chain taught, the soft clang-clang-clang of the security in the wheel audible even to Rick. He tests the chain and, satisfied, he grabs two hooks from the same chest. Outside, standing up, Rick is jerking his dick again. His own cum serves as a lubricant as he rubs for a second round. The sight of the tied up gorgeous guys in the van was enough to bring his sex addled mind back to total arousal. And, being seventeen, cumming several times in a row, isn't a challenge. Sam hooks Brian's collar in the chain, followed by his handcuffs. "Stable?" he asks Brian softly. Brian leans into it, the strong metal chain doesn't budge, and he nods. Sam looks at the boys, drinking in their young beauty. These four are amongst the most popular in his stable, and it's easy to see why. "To give you something to do during the trip," he says, picking up the weight from the box and running the hook in the centre of the boys through the ring on top of it. He lets it fall and gravity takes care of the rest. The boys scream in serious pain as their balls are pulled towards the ground and they shift as much as they can. The client didn't ask for this touch, but Sam added it anyway. He knows that Brian and Aaron love this torment and he enjoys doing it to them. The metal disc with the hook, continually adjusts the pull on each line to keep it divided evenly amongst them. As the car bumps and moves around, they'll be unable to get much rest. He climbs out, and before he closes the van doors he tells, in a casual tone, that it'll be a forty-minute drive to get out of the park. He knows he'll be accompanied by cries and wails the entire trip and closes the van doors. Without paying attention to the camera and bike he gets in the driver's seat and starts the engine. He squeezes his hard dick, ready for another round if one presents itself and drives off. He knows Santino is waiting further up the road to pick up Brian's belonging. He can hear the first cries from behind him before he has left the picnic area. Panting and slightly dizzy, Rick kneels on the forest floor, his left hand supporting his upper body and his right hand squeezing out the last of the cum in his dick. Minutes pass and Rick continues to present a tasty view to the world around him. His body naked, with his shorts around his ankles, kneeling on all fours, or threes specifically, his form straight and lean, Sam could easily have taken him as his next round. Though that thought hasn't occurred to Rick. He brings his right hand up to his face and looks at the thick wetness, he starts licking his fingers clean. Even since he started jerking off, he ate his own cum. He didn't want any crusts in underwear to make his parents wonder. And when he found that he loved the taste, it was something he never neglected to do. When his hand is clean, he looks at his dick and wipes the remaining wetness on his hand, licking his fingers like it's an ice cream. Still shaky on his feet, he pulls up his briefs and shorts. His shirt is several meters away, he just threw it away and didn't aim at anything. It hangs on a branch and is quickly reclaimed. His body is damp with sweat and he struggles to get his shirt on properly. What did he just witness? Why did Brian let the man do that to him? Since when is Brian gay? The confusion in his head is overwhelming and as he rides his bike home, he doesn't manage to sort out much of it. The weekend never lasted so long for Rick. He leaves the dinner table as quickly as he can and retreats to his room. There he undresses and lays down on his bed. His hands travel over his body and he played with his nipples. His dick grows to full hardness in seconds. Brian and Raymond, both, how is it possible? He pinches his nipples, hard. Pain flares through his chest and his dick bobs up and down. He doesn't manage to contain his excitement for long and he shoots his load over his chest and belly soon. He scoops up as much as he can and savours the taste. Small patches remain. He watches some television and jerks off twice more. Putting on some clothes, he goes downstairs, gets something to drink and kisses his parents good night. Upstairs, back in his room, he hopes they didn't smell the cum on him. He undresses again and enters the bathroom he shares with his brother, between their bedrooms. He looks at himself in the mirror, trying to be objective about what he saw. It was okay, but nothing like Brian. Or like Raymond. Rick had only seen him briefly, but Raymond looked magnificent. His hand extended to the shower, he decides against it. With the crusts of dried cum on his abs and pecs, he retreats to bed. He grabs his phone and puts it back again. He desperately wants to talk to somebody about what he saw and what is feeling, but he doesn't know to who. Brian and Raymond have probably arrived by now. And somebody is having fun with them. Maybe they get fucked side to side, maybe Raymond is fucking Brian. The cage probably could be taken off if somebody wants to see that. He jerks again, slower now and with more attention to the feelings in his body. He is not in control of his own thoughts and fantasies. His left-hand travels down, over his abs, past his crotch. He lifts a leg and then he presses a finger against his own pucker. His body jerks due to the bolt of electricity that shoots through his body. As he plays with that virgin, tender ring, he jerks himself to a sixth load. He doesn't rationally notice that he comes, imagining that Raymond and Brian are taking turns fucking his ass. By Sunday evening, Rick is a nervous mess. His dick is tender, due to the many times he jerked it. And the last time he came, he had three of his fingers up his ass. Moaning and groaning his sexually kickstarted mind asked Raymond to fuck him harder and harder while he sucked on another dick in his mouth. Saturday had passed by like a crawl, and the four hours he spent with his parents shopping for clothes, were hell. He got hard every few minutes and couldn't do anything about it. He cancelled his plans with his friends for the afternoon and tried to take his mind off things by doing his homework. But every few minutes he found himself revisiting the time in the forest. He practically heard the belt slamming into Brian's ass. The image of the man's dick pumping in and out of Brian's ass, took over his laptop screen obscuring the text of the paper. Internet made his distraction only worse, offering him a view to a world he didn't know existed. When he found a site that offered "the best Gay Twinks, taking it for you" he quickly closed his laptop. Gay? He? He certainly wasn't gay. Two hours later he opened his laptop again and looked at the short preview movies. Young boys fucking, sucking and kissing. His dick throbbed and oozed. He played with his dick as he watched one boy, a slim blond beauty with a think long dick, getting by two other young boys. Pretend cops that have him handcuffed to his bed. He shoots again the third time he runs the two-minute preview, hitting his own face. Sunday was even worse. At some time, Brian would come home. His parents went to visit his mother's parents and wouldn't be home until well after midnight. And Rick wanted to talk to Brian, needed to talk to Brian. His entire body was on fire, tingling and demanding things. All he could think off was dicks, asses, cum and boys. Even when watching a movie, imagines of Brian and Raymond flash in front of him. He stood in front of the bathroom door to Brian's room several times, his hand near the handle. But he held back. He couldn't go in there, not now. He would violate the trust of his brother, which was already in so much danger. But maybe he could find things that he could use. Or that would help him learn more. But he doesn't. Instead he turns back every time. It's past nine when Rick hears Brian's feet on the stairs. Then the door to his room opening and closing. Minutes later he hears Brian move around in the bathroom and a short while after that, the running of water. Trembling and with a sense of dread, Rick gets up from his bed. Fully naked he walks towards the bathroom door. Softly, without making a noise, he opens the door. There, standing under the shower, his beautiful body covered in red and blue marks, is his brother Brian. His head leans against his left arm that he has against the wall. His right hand moves over his dick, rubbing the hardness. It's the first time Rick has a view of his brother's erect dick. And it's beautiful. On the closed toilet seat Rick notices the cock cage. Brian makes soft noises, obviously trying to be silent so not to alarm Rick, as he strokes his meat. Rick cannot help it, but as he watches his handsome brother beat his meat, he grabs his own dick and starts again. His balls throb in anticipation of yet another load. So, with Brian unaware of Rick looking, both brother jerk their cocks. Rick lets his gaze travel up and down Brian's body, drinking in the signs of what happened to him this weekend. From those and from his brother's stance, it's obvious Brian has been worked hard. When Brian throws his head back letting out a louder guttural groan, Rick can see the many, many ropes of cum shooting from Brian's purple dickhead against the tiles. He imagines those ropes of cum hitting his face, and his mouth. That pushes him over the edge and his cum splatters on the floor as he lets out a loud groan. Startled Brian looks up and before he can see anything, or find the energy somewhere to react in horror, Rick speaks up. And it's not the less-than-a-year-younger-so-don't-tell-me-anything brother that speaks, but the younger brother who, terrified of rejection, reaches out to his older brother for help. "I really need to talk to you," he says, "I think I might be gay."