Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 21:57:43 -0500 From: Ryan P Subject: My Brother's World - Part 4 This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is pure and utter coincidence. This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only. If it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit this web page now. There's unsafe sex practices here 'coz this are just words on a screen; those of us living in the real world should practice safe sex. Your comments (favorable or not) keep me writing! Send them in. Thanks! ---- Back to the story folks. (Hate to leave you hanging with this one, but the next chapter will follow soon enough.) I know now that Chris has it made with having Bryan at his beck and call. I mean, just the fact that gay guys give better heads is a plus right there. And while Gary is not necessarily under my beck and call, when I drop trou, he seemed to be under my spell. About once a week, after work, I go over to his place and he takes care of my needs. Mostly, he sucks me off till I cum but sometimes he lets me fuck him in the ass so long as I wear a condom. And the best part of the deal is that he doesn't require me to reciprocate. I mean, what could be better than that? I shoot my load then split. If Gary had tits, he would be perfect. So, life was good. The itch was being scratched and what Sherry doesn't know, doesn't hurt her. But life must be a woman, coz the next thing I knew, it decided to redecorate. By that, I mean, it can't leave well enough alone. One Friday afternoon I got a call at work. "Hello, this is Mike, may I help you?" I said in automatic pilot. The person on the other line did not answer right away. "Hello," I said again. "Hey, it's Chris." "Hi." I said, not really knowing what to say. I hadn't spoken to him or even seen him since our bout in his apartment, and that was five months ago already. "Uh, listen, can you come up to the cabin tomorrow morning?" I groaned. I felt sorry for beating the crap out of him; but right then in the office, I didn't want to deal with him. "What's this about Chris?" "I need to talk to you about something." "There's nothing for us to talk about." "Oh, I think there is," he says to me. "Listen, if you think I'm going to apologize for what happened, you can wait till Florida freezes over 'coz I'm not going to. If there's anyone who needs to be apologizing, it's you." I heard him laughing on the other line and he kept it up like it was the funniest thing he ever heard. When he got himself settled he said. "Listen, I just sent you something on your home-email. It's what I wanted to talk to you about. Be there tomorrow at 9:00 am sharp, o.k.? Got to go." Before I could put another word in, he hanged up. Chris has this annoying habit of leaving conversations hanging. I retrieved my home e-mail. And certainly enough, I had an e-mail from Chris. I clicked it open. "Oh, shit!" The e-mail had a photo attachment that showed me and Gary in bed. Gary was lying on his back, his head hanging over the edge. Me, I was holding his ankles as I was fucking him in the ass, my face was contorted like I was taking a crap. I hurried to close the e-mail but instead I ended up enlarging the picture. I was suddenly and acutely aware of people walking close by. In my panic to shut off my computer screen, I knocked over a cup full of hot coffee over my desk, shirt, and pants. Life begins her redecorating. --- I phoned Chris several times after receiving his e-mail but he wasn't picking up. I went to his apartment but nobody was there. I hardly slept that night so at the first sign of dawn, I drove up to the cabin. When I got there well before nine, I was surprised to see Chris' truck already there. Its windows frosted from the cold autumn air. I should have worn a thicker jacket but thankfully, inside the cabin, the air was warm and cozy. Chris had the fireplace going. He was seated by the one lonesome table in the room, reading a book. His hair had grown much since I last saw him. I forgot that he had wavy hair. For a moment I thought he was our dad. He looked up when I came in. "Whoa, you're early." Chris said. "How did you get that picture?" "Well, good morning to you too." "C'mon, Chris. Just - just tell me what you want. I don't have time for this." "Oh, but I do." He grabs another cup from the cupboard nearby and pours coffee into it from a small metal kettle. He offers the coffee to me. Despite my rising anger in just seeing his pathetic face again, I had to play along until I find out where he's going with this. I accepted the cup. "Did you spike this cup with sleeping pills too?" I couldn't help myself. "Honestly, what is all this about drugging you and Sherry?" "Oh, don't sound so innocent. I saw you drop a packet of Rohypnol at my house the other day." He took another sip of his coffee. "You know, you really are something, you know that? Sometimes, I don't even know why I do what I do for you. If you must know, it was me who popped that pill - and all thanks to my depression triggered by no other than you." "Oh, so now it's my fault. Blame me for your fucked-up brain." I wanted to kick myself for my negotiation finesse. Chris looked like he was going to say something but instead took a deep sigh followed by a sip of coffee. There he was, silent again. He went back to reading his book and acted like I wasn't even in the room. He was lost in his own universe again. "Listen, Chris. You can live your life anyway you like. It's none of my business. Just let me live my own life too, o.k.? Just give me the picture and I'll go." "First of all, it's picturessss." He said. He must have caught the apprehension on my face for he continued, "Oh, yeah, there are several pictures taken on different days. I mean, everybody can doctor a single photograph nowadays. But a whole bunch of them? Oh, and I also have a video of you and... Gary is it? Anyway, I'll make you a deal. I'll give them to you, the original files, the printouts, everything on one condition." "And what would that be?" I dreaded asking as much as hearing his answer. "That you'll be my own personal bitch for a week, Nine days to be exact - today till Sunday next week." I was trying very hard not to punch him in the face again. "And what happens if I say no?" "Well, as all blackmail goes, I send the pictures and the video to all who matters: Sherry, your coworkers, your buddies." "But you won't be able to coz when I'm done with you, you won't be able to lift a pen." I said. His face lights up like he has been waiting for this moment the whole time. "Ah! But even the 'big fat loser' that I am was smart enough to do everything ahead of time. I've already prepared all the e-mails that would go to Sheri and twelve other people, including our Uncle Joey." Chris walked over to the bed where he placed his backpack and from it retrieved papers neatly stapled together. He gave them to me. It was a print out of several e-mails with pictures of me and Gary in compromising positions.. I also quickly recognized Sherry's and my boss' e-mail addresses on the send-to list. "As you can see," he continued, "these e-mails are already scheduled to be sent automatically come Monday after next without me needing to do anything else for them to be sent. So, if you decide to kill me, maim me, stop me, or just say no to me. These anonymous e-mails will send themselves. Unless of course, I stop them from doing so." "Fuck- you!" I said. "You think you can control me like that. Send all the e-mails you want, I don't care. No one's going to believe you." Chris snickered. "Oh yeah, they'll believe you, especially Sherry. You are, after all, the loyal husband, right? And what would Gary say, after he trusted you like that. And Uncle Joey, I heard he needs a new pacemaker." I didn't know what to say so I just left. I could hardly put the keys into the ignition as I was shaking so bad but I got the car started somehow. I drove with no real destination. Just away from the cabin. Some minutes and miles later, I found myself parked in front of a convenience store. I rested my head on the steering wheel. I'm screwed, I finally admitted. --- Chris was grabbing firewood from the stack outside the cabin when I drove up. He didn't give me a second look. He proceeded inside the cabin with an armful of chopped wood. "How about three days?" I asked, following him inside. He dropped the wood next to the fireplace. "All or nothing, Mike. Nine days. By six pm of the Sunday after tomorrow, you'll be a free man again." He said without much emotion. "And in the meantime, what do you want me to do. You want me to suck you off everyday? I mean, how many times can you cum in a day?" "It's not just about getting me off. It's about you being my bitch. That means you're going to do anything and everything I ask you to do. Wash the dishes, cook dinner, and yes, suck me off. Whatever, whenever I ask. 24/7 for the next nine days." I can't believe I was still standing there still discussing this. My knuckles are itching to punch something or somebody already. "How about Sherry, and my work what will I tell them." "Call Sherry and tell her that you won't be home till Sunday next week. As far as your work, you can call in sick, whatever, I don't care." "But I don't have any of my stuff. I didn't pack. I -" Of course, I realized then, that just like Bryan I wouldn't need any of my stuff. I sat myself on the lower bunk bed. "You know, I could still just kill you afterwards." "You'd be doing me a favor, I don't have anything to lose. You, on the other hand, went back here, which means..." Chris let the words hang. "I'll do what you want - just don't give me advice." "It's all or nothing, Mike. Which is it?" "I'm here, ain't I?" I said but he kept looking at me not satisfied with my answer. "All," I finally said. "O.k, then. Strip." Chris said to me with the same tone I remember him using with Bryan.