Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2022 05:19:36 +0000 From: Art Subject: My Brother Tommy Owns me C-1 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Emails answered at acgib1943@protonmail.com Tommy owns me C-1 I lay on my bed, my head on my pillow, looking down at my sixteen-year-old body tied to my bed and wondered why I had been foolish enough to bet my fourteen-year-old brother I could beat him at a game of Horse. My downfall started the weekend before at our Sunday dinner. Mom and dad informed the two of us they were going away the next weekend. They told us that I would be responsible for both myself and Tommy the entire weekend they were away. I felt unsure about accepting the responsibility. Doubly so, when Tommy protested, "Do I have to listen to Beau?" I knew my brother's faces. That day, his face told me he was plotting. He actually fake frowned when our dad said. "You will listen to Beau." My brother could be devious and appear like an angel. He fooled our parents. He did not fool me. I should have been more guarded with whatever Tommy plotted. The next Friday morning, mom and dad wished us a good weekend as we prepared to leave for school. "Behave boys." Dad said. "We will be home Monday evening." Monday was a school holiday, so this was to be a three-day weekend for all of us. I screwed up when I agreed to what Tommy proposed. Now, I lay tied to my bed in only my boxers, my head full of concern. I replayed what had happened. Why did I agree to that stupid bet? Tommy always won at Horse. Maybe I agreed because he said if I did not play the game, he would make up a story about how I had a party at the house with my high school friends. Stupid thinking to agree. I know. I recalled all that led up to my demise. The bus ride home from school seemed normal. I sat alone. My friends having got off at the previous stop. Tommy and his ninth-grade buddies, the Dryden twins, sat two seats in front of me, heads together like coconspirators. Occasionally, one would peer over the seat to look at me. I think I detected smirks on their faces when this occurred. His friends exited a stop before ours. As they rose, each high fived Tommy as they glanced at me. After Tommy and I changed from our school clothes, we each prepared our usual after school sandwiches with milk and cookies. Finished, Tommy suggested we shoot hoops. I nodded and the two of us walked to the drive. My brother walked in front of me. Puberty was being good to him. I observed his lithe body swaying as he walked. His butt cheeks hugged the seat of his shorts. His calves had good definition. I knew from seeing him naked as he went to our shared bath that his cock had dropped. His bush was as full as mine. My brother's body was developing. I harbored feelings for him, ones a brother should not have for his younger brother. He would never know, as I would forever keep my secret. "Want to make a bet?" Tommy taunted. We stood in front of the hoop after changing. Tommy bounced the ball. "Bet what? The outcome is determined before we start. You always win. Why would I be so stupid as to bet anything when I play Horse with you? Get real!" In my mind I knew this was where I should have walked away from Tommy. Instead, I stayed and listened. "How about I spot you HOR? You need to get SE to win. I need all five letters." "Nope. You are too good. Anyway, what do you want to bet? Neither of us have any money. There is nothing worth betting." I should have prepared for my little brother's devious answer. "If you don't bet, I'll tell mom and dad about the party." "Party? What party?" "The one you and your friends are having Saturday night." "We aren't having a party." "I know that. Mom will believe her baby boy and convince dad I am telling the truth. You will be screwed." "You would do this over a hoop game?" "Beau. I want to shoot a game or two. Then we can relax." "What can we bet?" The way my brother stared at me should have alerted me to his devious plans. "How about the loser gets tied by the winner? The winner chooses the place and conditions of the imprisonment." I stared at Tommy; my mouth is open. "If I win, I can tie you anyway I want?" "Yep. And you can determine the conditions." Tying sounds childish, bro." "Yeah, maybe. It's just a bet. No harm, no foul." Tommy was devious. Still, I considered his proposal. The things I would do to a tied Tommy ran through my mind. I thought. "Maybe I could get the two letters. It would be fun to tie Tommy. Make him squirm and beg for me to release him. I could tickle him. He was so ticklish. I liked to see him squirm and beg when I got on top of him and mercilessly tickled his ribs. If I tied him, I could remove his socks and tickle the bottom of his feet. I imagined him in just his boxers and me tickling his inner thighs. Maybe his cock would slip out. That would be worth the price of admission." I gave in and agreed. "Okay. Let's do it." Tommy nodded. "One game. Winner take all." We shook on it. Tommy passed me the ball. "You first." He said. I felt a shiver run through me as I saw a dark smile pass over his face. My first shot was a jump hook shot. I missed. Now it was Tommy's turn. He landed a three pointer from the driveway's edge. I missed. "That's HORS." My brother said. At this point, I seriously questioned my sanity about agreeing to this challenge. Tommy shot again and sunk the ball. I failed to make the same shot. Just like that, I lost. Tommy looked at me. Then he walked to me, slinging his arm over my shoulder. "You are a good sport, Beau. You are an awesome brother." "Okay, Tommy. Let's get this over. You won. Do what you want." Later, I realized saying that was the worst thing I could have said. We went into the kitchen. Tommy poured me a tall glass of water. I thanked him and slugged it down. He gave me a second. "You were huffing out there. Drink another. I don't want you getting dehydrated." It took me some time, but I finished the second glass not realizing why he wanted me to drink so much water. "Now what?" I asked. "Our room, now." He commanded. Looking back, I realized I missed the heat in his eyes as he said those words. I sat on my bed. Tommy sat on his staring at me. We sat close enough that I saw the shadow on his upper lip. I knew he saw me looking. He gave me one of those weird looks of his, a look that look that let me know he was plotting something I would not like. He gave me a cat-like smile. "Yep. I am getting some upper lip fuzz." He walked close. "Feel it." "I don't want to feel your lip." Tommy pushed closer. "I know you want to." His voice was low, mesmerizing. You like looking. I see you watching me, You think I don't know. I do. Now touch my lip." I reached my index finger to his upper lip. The fuzz was soft like hair that recently started to grow. "Like touching me?" I nodded. I felt myself harden. Tommy looked between my legs. He smirked. "Oh, you really like touching. Time to start fulfilling the bet." "What is the plan? What am I going to do?" "Not much. I want you to lie on your back. I will tie you with your arms and legs spread." "That's it?" Tommy wasn't taking this bet so far after all. "There is one condition." He said. I felt trouble approaching. "Take off all your clothes off except your boxers. Then I tie you." "For how long?" "Undress." He commanded while looking at my crotch. "I get to keep my boxers on?" "Yep. You do not have to take them off." I undressed feeling exposed the way he stared at me. What the heck. We saw each other undress all our lives. Why did this time feel different? At last, I stood in front of Tommy in just my boxers, my arms in front of my crotch. "On the bed. On your back. Spread your arms and your legs." I felt so exposed as I followed his command. Tommy tied me carefully, placing cloths on my skin where the ropes touched. "Don't want you getting rope burns." "You plan on tickling me, don't you?" Tommy only said. "Try to get loose." I tried. Then, I tried harder. Tommy had done a good job. "Good tie job, bro. "Foster and Dillon, and I have been tying each other for some time now. We are pretty good at tying. Don't you agree?" I squiggled and struggled. "Yeah. Good tying. Hey. What do you guys do when you tie each other?" "Tommy ignored my question as he walked to his bed and sat. He pulled out his phone and pushed some buttons. Then he waited. I heard the ding of an incoming text. He nodded; a satisfied smile crossed his face. "I'll be back in a few, Beau. Relax." "Tommy, I need to pee." Tommy left the room. My mind filled with concern. The lack of information about his plans worried me. So ends Chapter One. 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