Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2006 19:40:35 -0600
From: Mini Tower <mini-tower@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jimmy Goes Down and Rises Up, Chapter 10

JIMMY GOES DOWN AND RISES UP

by Mini Tower

FOREWORD

      This story is fiction.  This story is copyright 2006.  This story
contains graphic sexual material, including depictions of non-consensual
homosexual sex.  I have separated this story into chapters for ease of
reading.  I will post chapters over time to build suspense (there are
fourteen chapters in total for anyone who wants to wait until all chapters
have been posted).  If you are under eighteen or it is illegal for you to
read this material in your local jurisdiction, please go elsewhere.  This
story incorporates concepts that I have read in other stories.  I am
grateful to and thank all the great authors that have inspired me to write
this story.  Any problems with this story, however, are entirely my fault.
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CHAPTER 10

      The summer continued with a predictable routine.  I continued to have
Bobby and Billy shower together every morning, and each boy had to shave
the entire body of his brother.  Of course, Billy could only get at certain
parts of Bobby except when the chastity belt was removed.  This procedure
was done at least once a week - more often if I felt like it or any hair
became visible around the metal cup.  I would first handcuff Bobby's hands
behind his back so that he could not attempt to stroke himself.  After
removing the device, I would let Billy wash and shave his brother.  At any
time that Bobby sprung a boner, I would have a large cup of ice water ready
to soak his dick to keep it down.  I did not want any inadvertent contact
to cause Bobby to come.  Once Billy completed the washing and shaving, I
would reattach the chastity belt and remove the handcuffs.

      I did not relent on the spankings, blow jobs and fuckings.  Bobby was
not only my sexual slave that summer, he serviced his brother as well.
Primarily, I made Billy fuck Bobby.  Billy begged me not to force him to
have sex with his brother, but I insisted.  I told Billy that Bobby had to
be taught a lesson, and since Billy had a bigger dick than I had, he was
giving Bobby a bigger lesson than I could.  Billy blushed at the complement
I gave him about his penis size, not that it was a secret that he was
larger.

      Billy also reminded me that he much preferred getting fucked that
doing the fucking.  I was hardly ever fucking him, while he had to fuck his
brother quite often.  I agreed that if he stopped complaining about fucking
his brother, I would fuck him more often.  This idea seemed to satisfy him,
and from then on he fucked his brother with more earnest energy.  I also
kept my end of the bargain and fucked Billy most every time he fucked his
brother.  Typically, we would fuck in tandem, with my cock up Billy's ass,
while Billy's cock was up Bobby's ass.

      Needless to say, Bobby did not like this arrangement.  The chastity
belt was driving him crazy, and he hated getting fucked by Billy and me.
That feeling changed a bit, however, when Billy happened to fuck Bobby one
time in a certain way.  Billy managed to rub against Bobby's prostate at
just the right angle with just the right amount of pressure.  Bobby came in
his chastity belt from the pressure and stroking applied to his prostate.
I made Bobby collect the come as it drained out of the hole in the bottom
of his cup that until then had only been used to drain piss.  As Bobby ate
the come, I asked him, "So you are turning into a real fag now.  You came
without anyone touching your dick just from having a cock up your ass."

      Bobby did not really understand the anatomy of the prostate gland.
He had no idea that his reaction was purely physiological.  He knew that he
still hated getting fucked in the ass.  He did not like the pain.  He did
not enjoy the anal massage of a penis moving back and forth in his rectum.
The process made him feel bloated and uncomfortable.  He definitely was not
gay - at least not a bottom - and hated the idea of getting fucked in the
ass by another guy.  But the need the come was overwhelming.  I could see
from the look on his face that he was unsure which was worse, getting
fucked in the ass or never coming.  His head was swimming in confusion.
Bobby's rape was now complete.
  I had now given him a mind-fuck.

      After that incident, a new pattern emerged.  Bobby would show
complete revulsion whenever he got fucked for some period of time after he
came.  But if the fuckings did not cause him to come for a while, he would
start to crave getting fucked.  I could read his body language clearly.  He
would display his ass with more enthusiasm.  His hole was open up more
easily.  He would actually try to impale himself as quickly as possible
once Billy's dick or mine approached his opening.  He would do much of the
work himself, trying to get the penis in his rectum to hit just the right
spot in just the right way.  Often, this attempt came to no avail.  It was
not that easy for Bobby the come from getting fucked in the ass, probably
in part because deep down he despised being used this way.  But the need to
come was too great.  Whenever he managed to be successful, he would cry out
in triumph.  Of course, I would make him eat his come, but that was also
worth the price to him.

      I also repeated the same television time games on Bobby that he had
forced on me.  The more humiliating and painful the experience was for
Bobby, the better.  Because I could not personally provide a huge penis for
Bobby like he could for me, I used an extra large vibrator instead.  I
would make him sit on a nine inch long and three and half inch across fake
cock for hours at a time.  I would turn it on abruptly just to see his
reaction as the vibrator stimulated his rectum.  When I finally let him get
off the plastic penis, his asshole would gape open.  I would bend him over
and comment on how puffy and extended the hole looked.

      I also eventually go around to fisting Bobby.  Not surprisingly,
Bobby seemed to hate this more than anything else.  I gave him the same
courtesy he gave me, and I used plenty of KY jelly.  I loved having my
entire hand up Bobby's ass because I knew how painful and humiliating it
was for him.  Occasionally he would even beg me not to fist him, but the
begging made me even more determined to do it.  Once Bobby realized this,
he stopped saying anything.  His eyes would just go blank and he would
submit to the torture as silently as he could.  The warmth and texture of
his rectum fascinated me as I eased my entire hand back and forth inside of
Bobby.  Fisting also made Bobby's asshole gape over for some time
afterwards.

      Billy hated having to do anything to Bobby during television time.
Nevertheless, at least during that first summer, I forced Billy to use
Bobby because I knew there was a unique humiliation for Bobby by being
abused by his younger brother.  Of course, Billy mostly made Bobby rim
Billy's asshole.  Bobby showed looks of intense shame each time he was
turned into his brother's butt muncher.  I enjoyed just looking at one
brother give pleasure to the other, especially when Bobby was the giver of
pleasure and hated every minute of it.

End Chapter 10
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