Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 19:19:19 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 12

Chapter twelve July 23 Tuesday

	Matt was standing under the shower, relaxing and easing the strain from his
shoulder muscles.  Yesterday was the start of his "return to form" workouts,
and he was feeling the results of taking those two months off.  He decided
he had been soaking long enough, so he finished soaping and rinsing,
suddenly in a bit of a hurry to finish.  He knew if he stayed in here too
long, it would give Milton, his older brother, an excuse to stick his head
in the bathroom.  Matt turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wondering
if his brother was going to walk in again this time.  But Milton was glued
to his video game.  Matt peered at him through the crack in the door,
keeping a close eye on him, watching his intensity as he struggled with the
controls.  Matt could see how Milt's coordination was improving somewhat,
but still noticeably affected.  It had been almost two years now since his
cycle accident and Milton had been having a difficult recovery.  His head
injuries were severe and it was thought his mental faculties would be
permanently impaired.  So everyone was relieved when he started to recover
his speech, and then his coordination, but after a few months they realized
he was not going to be the same.  At this point Milt was still making
improvements, but only able to concentrate on simple tasks for short periods
of time.  When he was recovering in the hospital the doctors had broken the
news to his family that Milt would be suffering some neurological
complications for a long time to come.  Matt finally blurted out, so he's
brain damaged now is that it? The docs tried to play it down but the truth
of the matter was there.  Milt's accident had damaged some areas of the
cortex.  Milton's mental abilities were now those of a kid half his age.  So
his big brother was twelve again although sometimes he sounded even younger.
  It was unfortunate because Milt had been this big star football player in
both high school and college, but now any thought of graduate work would
have to be postponed.  Will he ever recover? his dad asked.  The docs
suggested more tests and lots of therapy.  Matt knew what that meant: don't
hold your breath.


	Matt walked over to his big bro, and stood there wrapped in his towel,
looking down at what he was doing.


	"Killing the bad guys, Miltie?"


	"Bad bugs" Milt was frowning, watching the invaders take over the screen
"I'm killing em all."


	"Good for you bro."


	Milt continued wrestling with the controls for the rest of the round before
being overwhelmed by the green insects.  He looked up and saw  his brother
in a towel, "you gonna have a shower?"


	"No Milt I just did."


	"Can I have a shower?"


	"You don't have to ask me bro" Milt was toweling himself dry in front of
him "but that's not a bad idea" sniffing in his direction.


	"Bugs make me sweat" Milt said smiffing himself "I want a shower."


	"Okay I think I left you some water.  Just don't use it all."


	"All the water?" Milt was getting confused.


	"It's a joke bro" Matt said and started to laugh.  Milt then laughed too.
He got up and went to the bathroom.  After a moment Matt heard the toilet
flush and then the shower running.


	Matt thought about checking in on him to make sure he wasn't playing with
himself again.  One of the side effects of having a teenager's brain again
was being just as horny as the first go-round.  If left to himself he would
spend all his time jacking off, he laughed.  Matt first thought it was funny
but then saw it as a peculiar leverage he could exert over his bigger
brother.  He left his towel on his bed and went into the bathroom to check
on him.


	"You're not using all the water are you?"  Matt teased.  Immediately the
shower stopped.


	"I'm not finished" Milt whined, frustration in his voice.


	Matt went over to the curtain and pulled it aside.  As he suspected, there
stood his older brother all lathered, trying to cover his soapy crotch.
Matt reached over and turned the water back on, rinsing him off.


	"Can you leave?" Milt pleaded, his hands not doing a good job of hiding his
condition.


	Matt looked him up and down, enjoying the sudden advantage.  His brother
had been a good two sixty of pure muscle, but since the accident had not
able to keep himself in half as good shape.  He still had some of the arms
and shoulders of his on-season form, but a definite beer-gut was taking
over.  And his leg muscles were all shot to hell, without his daily jogs.
And since he stopped being the campus stud he had lost interest in shaving.
Everything.  He used to have this thing about shaving everywhere, not just
his dark beard, but his chest, back, legs: everything.  Something about
getting more babes that way.  Matt thought it was typical jock vanity but
didn't dare give him too much shit about it.  After all he did outweigh him
by easily eighty pounds or so.  He wasn't looking for a broken jaw.  But now
Milt had let everything grow back so he was now a younger version of their
equally hairy dad.  Matt had some of that hairiness on his legs and a small
patch between his pecs but if he went a day without shaving he didn't look
like an escaped con.  Milt got that look in a matter of hours it seemed.
Now it was all Matt could do to get him to shave once a week.  He had to get
used to living with a caveman, he thought.  But it could've been worse.


	"C'mon Milt, let's get you rinsed off" Matt tried to keep himself from
getting wet but the water kept bouncing off Milt's broad shoulders and back.


	"Gimme more time" Milt whined, trying to stay facing the wall.


	"Hey let's get you finished before you start to prune" and he started to
squeegee the soap from that hairy back and butt, and then down his legs.  He
knew the hands on his butt would not make it any easier for Milt to lose his
hard-on.


	"Mattie lemme do somethin okay?"


	"C'mon bro you've had enough 'something' for now" Matt said rubbing more
soap down his butt "and I know you got a bone."


	Milt turned a beet red but didn't turn around "Dad says it's bad."


	"It ain't bad.  Turn around bro" and Matt steered his shoulders so he was
facing into the shower, finally getting the soap to rinse out of his crotch.
  Sure enough, his brother's hard-on was full and poking straight out.


	"Mattie I'm really bad."


	"You ain't bad just horny" and under his breath "all the time."


	"But dad says it's bad" and tried to cover himself but Matt could see how
hard he had been jacking it.  The skin was bright red, the head stretched
tight.  Both brothers were circumsized but Milt's had a more pronouced flare
to the head and more length to it although Matt hated to admit it.  And
Milt's balls were a darker brown and so much hairier.  Otherwise they were
similar.


	"Well Milt if you been bad..." Matt's wheels started to turn "then we have
to 'punish' you, don't we."


	"I been bad Mattie."


	"Well then you know what that means right?"


	"You make me do Prisoner Game"  Milt's shoulders slumped down, looking all
defeated but a tiny grin started to crease his lip.


	"Yes that's right" and Matt started to harden.  He had been thinking about
this before when he expected Milt to walk in on his shower,  but this was
just as good.  Either way he got Milt to agree to "the game".  In his mind
Matt was just getting back at him for that one terrrible afternoon when he
was thirteen and Milt made him jack off in front of him and his girl friend
as blackmail for getting into Milt's dope supply.  Matt knew he'd be
grounded for the rest of his life so he could not affort to be ratted out to
his dad.  So he had to stand there while Milt's girlfriend made rude
comments while he pulled down his pants and played with himself.  He thought
he couldn't get hard but when he saw her nipples start to poke through her
t-shirt he started to swell in his hand.  And when he saw Milt start to fill
out his jeans he surprised himself by getting full hard and with the two
sitting there, turned on to the point they started to feel each other up, he
actually shot off,  the two of them breaking into applause.  He swore his
revenge that day, so after the bike accident he knew he could let himself be
a real bastard, but he had a major advantage.  His brother's situation gave
him an opportunity too sweet to ignore.


	Matt smoothed his hands all over Milt's front and down to his crotch
pushing his hands away.


	"No don't" Milt tried to protest.


	"You are the prisoner now remember?"


	"Yes Captain" Milt said putting his arms at his side.  He seemed to have
picked up the "Captain" thing from some movie he saw where a guy was tied up
and tortured but Matt could not figure out which one.


	"Yes prisoner, the captain wants to make sure you're ready" and Matt moved
his hands all over his body, making sure all the soap was out of his crotch
and in part to give him a good feel-up.  Okay, maybe he got off on it just a
little.  It was like jacking himself but more so.  And knowing it was his
bigger brother now under his control was too much of a power trip.


	He ran his wet hands over his cock and balls getting the last of the soap
washed away and then into his crotch and back to his butt crack.


	"No Captain that's bad there."


	But Matt spread the cheeks making sure all soap and dirt were cleaned away.
  When he had felt him up everwhere and made sure that Milt was fully hard
he turned off the shower and directed him out of the bathroom and back to
the bedroom..


	"Okay prisoner dry me off now" Matt stood with his arms and legs spread as
Milt used his already damp towel to dry him off.  He knew the drill and made
sure that Matt's crotch was dry and hard before he went to drying himself.


	"No Prisoner you must stay wet as punishment."


	"But Captain..." Milt moaned, standing and dripping, partly from the shower
and partly starting to sweat.


	"Okay Prisoner drop and give me twenty."


	"Yes Captain" Milt went down to his hands and knees and started his
pushups.  This was part of the Prisoner Game and Matt saw it as doing the
big guy a favor.  At least he was getting some exercise in while he was at
it.


	Milt went through the twenty pushups with ease.  When Matt commanded
another twenty he did those too, his arms now starting to bulge.  During the
third twenty he started to slow.  Two short he collapsed to the floor.


	"That's bad Prisoner" Matt said looking down "you know what you must do
now."


	"Captain do I haveta?"


	"Yes you do" and Milt got to his knees and reached for Matt's hips.  He
pulled his hips towards him and pulled his half-hard cock into his mouth.


	"Tastes yucky" he said with his mouth filling with hardening cock.  But he
started to suck him as he had done before.  Matt started to rock into his
big brother's mouth as he felt himself swell to full.


	"Okay Prisoner" Matt said getting out of breath "now your sit-ups."


	Milt pulled his mouth away with another 'yucky' and flipped onto his back.
As he suspected Milt had not gone all soft.


	"Okay Prisoner I want sixty today."


	But Milt started to protest, "too many Captain, too many."


	"Go on Prisoner or you know the consequences."


	Milt started to do the situps and watch Matt at the same time.  Sometimes
Matt would say he was doing them wrong and make him start over, or he would
make him hold weights on his chest when he did, but not this time.  Milt was
struggling but started to pass thirty.


	Matt was seeing that his bro, for all the excess baggage around his waist,
just might finish sixty today.  To make sure he didn't, he sat down on his
feet, so he cound not cheat.  As Milt passed forty, Matt reached down and
started to play with himself, hoping to distract his bro.  When that didn't
help he used his other hand to reach up and start to play with his brother's
balls.


	"Captain that's bad touch."


	"Just keep it up Prisoner."


	Milt tried to continue but when Matt's hand started to massage his cock as
well, he lost concentration.  As he got fully hard again he tried but failed
to get to fifty-two.  With sweat beading all over his matted chest and
stomach and his face red from the exertion he lay back with Matt pulling his
cock straight up.  He was harder and redder than in the shower.


	"Captain you are cheating" he muttered but enjoyed the feeling of the hand
on his cock.


	"You know what that means Prisoner."


	"Captain that hurts!" Milt said, but not referring to that hand on him.


	"But you must be punished Prisoner."


	"No Captain, I'll do better next time.  Not the Final Punishment."


	"Yes, the Final Punishment, prisoner.  You know what you must do."


	"Please Mattie..."


	"I'm the Captain remember?  And the Captain says take your position.  Now!"


	"Yes Captain" Milt slowly got up and went over to the bed.  He crawled onto
it and then got onto his knees and bent forward until his chest was flat
against the bedspread, his face pressed into the pillow and his butt
pointing into the air.


	"Yes that's right Prisoner.  Now get yourself ready."


	Milt reached behind himself and grabbed his cheeks pulling them apart.  His
butthole was pink and clean.


	"Captain it will hurt."


	"I'll be easy like always, prisoner."


	Matt went over to the drawer and took out a tube of lube.  He came back to
the bed and started squeezing some into his hand.  He worked it up and down
his brother's crack and then started to work one finger into his hole.


	"Ow it hurts" Milt moaned but didn't move.


	Matt had only done this twice before but each time Milt had stopped him
when he got to the third finger, threatening to tell their parents.  This
time when he got to the third finger, Milt started to moan again, "no
Captain it's bad."


	"It doesn't hurt does it?"


	"A little" which was different from his usual "too much stop" so Matt
continued.


	"Prisoner you don't want me telling dad what you were doing to yourself in
the shower do you?"


	"No... Captain."


	"Well then you must take the Final Punishment."


	"But it's bad."


	"Prisoner you must do what you are told.  No more arguments" and Matt
continued to work all three fingers around inside him unti he felt a solid
something inside.  Milt let out a "ohhhhhh" and Matt stopped prodding.


	"What happened?"


	"You make me pee if you do that."


	"You mean this?" and Matt hit that point again.


	"Yeah don't make me pee."


	Matt reached over and put the wet towel underneath his crotch just in case,
"you just peed Prisoner.  You can't pee."


	"But it feels like I gotta go... Captain."


	Matt reached under him and was a bit surprised to feel Milt's dick not soft
this time.


	"Okay Prisoner, then pee" but as Matt held his cock it didn't leak a drop,
instead it started to get harder.


	"I can't" Milt hissed out "I'm too big now."


	Matt saw how much he was pushing into his brother's butt and how hard he
was as he did.  Matt decided to go for broke.


	"Okay prisoner it's time for the real, Real Final Punishment."


	"But Captain this is the Final Punishment, isn't it?"


	"No prisoner" Matt started to spread the lube onto his cock, damn he
couldn't believe he was going to actuallly do this "no matter what, you
cannot move prisoner, you understand?"


	"Why?"


	"You understand prisoner?"


	"I cannot move Captain" Milt became very rigid under him.


	His cock needed little pumping but as it made contact with Milt's hole Milt
let out a "NO!"


	"Prisoner I told you not to move" as the head started to ease into him.
Had this been his brother's cock trying to enter him, it would have ripped
him in two.  But his was sliding right in.


	"No it hurts.  It's bad!"


	"You will take your Final Punishment and not stop me prisoner,  do you
understand?"


	"But it's bad!"


	"Do you understand?"


	After a few moments Milt got used to the feeling and slowly started to moan
"Yes... Captain."


	Matt gradually eased out and then back in a few times until Milt got
adjusted to the feeling of the head going past his ring.  When Matt reached
around and grabbed his brother's cock and started to grease it up Milt let
out a hiss.  As he felt it start to respond he slid himself in further until
he hit that spot again.


	"Oh I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna pee" but instead Matt started jacking him as
his cock was back to full hard and now Matt was feeling his pubes banging
into his brother's butt.  He was all the way in his brother's ass!


	"Oh Mattie oh Mattie" Milt kept saying over and over, but it didn't seem
like he was in pain.  Instead Matt felt his cock fill his hand and start to
throb in time to his thrusts.


	"I'm gonna peeeeeeee" and Matt felt Milt's cock give a hard throb and damn
if he wasn't cumming onto the towel.  His sphincter clamped tight onto
Matt's dick and he fell onto his brother's back as his cock shot again and
again deep into his bowels..  After he caught his breath he pulled out, his
cock slick with his cum and lube.


	"Roll over prisoner" and Milt rolled onto his back, his dick hard and still
throbbing.  Sure enough, there was a puddle of cum  on the towel.  He
reached down and scooped it up.  He moved it to Milt's lips.


	"Okay prisoner" and he smeared it into his opening mouth, "take my cream.
It went right through you and came out your wienie" Matt lied.


	In the past Milt had been forced to suck him off so he was getting used to
swallowing cum.  He opened his mouth and just sucked it in.


	"That's a good prisoner.  You have done the final Final Punishment.  Mom
and Dad will not be informed of your bad thing" Matt went off to get a clean
towel.  He returned and cleaned his brother up.


	"Mattie am I bad?"


	"No Milt.  Not any more.  Now you're very very good."


	"I'm... glad"  Milt lifted his face until he was looking at Matt.  A small
hesitant smile formed.


	Matt slowly came to the realization of what he had just done.  His big
brother, the one that had tormented him and made him the butt of his jokes
with his friends, was now his fuck slave.  Man, he thought, this is beyond
intense.