Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2007 07:37:13 -0500 From: Ryan P Subject: My Brother's World - Part 5 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 these are just words on a screen; those of us living in the real world should practice safe sex. Your comments are highly welcome and thanks to all who sent their comments in! ---- Hey, Mike here again. I'm sure you can't wait for this part so I'll dive right back into the story now... When Chris asked me to strip, I just stood there frozen. It was all too quick, all too sudden, I'm in uncomfortable territory. "Should I send the e-mails out now and save you the wait?" Chris said. I started to disrobe. When I was done he issued his next order. "Kneel." Chris then proceeded to "set some rules". Honestly, as he was going through the rules, I was getting more and more unnerved - just what kind of a sick fuck has my brother become. The rules were: 1) First. That I have to always remember that my mind, my body and my soul belongs to him for the nine days we've agreed on. I do not own myself, neither does my wife. 2) I was to address Chris as "sir" at all times. 3) I was to remain undressed unless instructed otherwise. 4) "Assume the position" means to kneel in front of him, my hands at my back, and my head bowed. 5) I wasn't to talk unless I'm asked. 6) I wasn't allowed to cum unless he gives me permission. 7) I wasn't allowed to touch my cock unless he gives me permission. All I could do was to remind myself that this would be over in a week. "Have you had breakfast yet?" He asked after bombarding me with all these rules. I knew what was coming. "No, sir." I said meekly, applying rule number two right off the bat. "Speak louder bitch. I couldn't hear you." "No sir." I said much louder this time.Send Send "Then come here and get it." Just one week, I reminded myself then I crawled over to him. Chris was wearing one of those lined gym pants. I had to undo the string around the waist then pull the pants down to his ankles. His brief was already tenting. Laying down the rules for me, has horned him up good. I pulled down his briefs as well and his cock pointed accusingly at me. I looked up to Chris face but he stared down passively at me. I've done this before, I've told myself. I took his cock in my mouth for the second time in my life. I licked, I sucked, I wrapped my lips around his shaft - moving back and forth its entire length. I've learned a lot more being on the receiving end of Gary's tongue and I applied that knowledge here. Apparently, that wasn't enough for Chris. "Put yourself into it bitch, otherwise, you'll be doing this the whole day." Is he kidding me? What more does he want? There's only so many ways you to suck a cock. And as if he could read my thoughts, he tells me: "It's not just about your lips or tongue, bitch. You have to move your whole head, your body even. I'm presenting you with one big lollipop here, you wouldn't want to eat it like it's string beans." I didn't want to be doing this the whole day, so, sure, I listened. Got to get him off, that's the objective here. Sure enough, I find myself taking more of him deeper into me. But just like before I felt like gagging. I held the feelings down. I have to survive this if I am to survive the week. In and out, his cock pummeled my throat faster and faster. Eventually, I heard the sounds I wanted to hear: Chris started to grunt. He would hump my face once in a while but for the most part, he let me do most of the work. And work I did. I kept at it and worked at it, keeping my focus on having him cum. I knew the point of no return was near when I his balls felt firmer as it pressed against my chin. And for all my work, I finally got my breakfast. Chris' cum shot directly at the back of my throat and down in it went along with my pride. --- I was convinced that my brother had fallen off the rocker and needed to be institutionalized. He asked me to do some weird shit but the weirdest ones seem to be the tamest ones. For example, after having sucked him off that morning, he had me sit on the floor and put my head against his lap while he laid down naked on the bed, reading that damn book (which by the way was entitled 'Walden'). He had me looking at his crotch the whole time. Granted was big and all, and had for some time filled my wet dreams, but it wasn't exactly entertainment TV either. Once in a while, he would fondle his dick or sometimes he would pet my head - he would run his fingers through my hair like I was some dog. Meanwhile, I'm thinking, I may not be getting out of this alive. It didn't matter that Chris was my brother. He was one for the loony bin. Who knows what was brewing inside that head - he may be contemplating whether I would taste better fried or baked with rosemary. I had to be extra careful. I had to be watchful. After a lunch of bagel and cream cheese (his lunch only coz he wouldn't let me eat), he ordered me to take a seat on one of the chairs next to the table. "You remember, I told you, you're not allowed to cum, right?" "Yes, sir." I said puzzled. He then surprised me by kneeling in front of me and started licking my dick. Now, so far the whole day, my dick had been limp. Now suddenly it was getting attention. And despite every crazy thing that was happening to me, my penis was still dumb enough to get turned on. I was sporting a pole in minutes. Chris stood up and went looking for something among my pile of clothes still lying on the floor. He found what he was looking for: my cell-phone. He gives it to me. "Call Sherry now." "What?!" I said but a stern look in his eyes said I had to quickly change my mode of talking. "I mean, what will I tell her, sir?" "Whatever. I don't care. Just make sure she doesn't go looking for you. And remember, if you cum, she sees the pictures." Before I even dialed Sherry's number, Chris had busied himself with my cock. Fuck, he really is good. I heard ringing on the line and I hoped Sherry wouldn't answer. Idiot, I thought to myself, why didn't I just dial a wrong number. Chris knew what he was doing; he started using his fingers to fondle my balls as well. He would pull on them here and there, tightening the skin, making his sucking even more intense. Please don't answer. Please don't cum. "Hello," Sherry's voice answers. Damn it. "Oh, hi, uhm, babe. How are you?" "Where the hell are you! I woke up this morning and your not home and you don't even call till..." My mind quickly loses track of what she was saying. It had latched on to a more immediate and pleasant sensation. I was trying very hard not to cum. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I- I-" With Chris' free hand, he starts doing the jack & suck thing on me. He now has both hands and his mouth working my cock. "I'm on the road right now. I'm with Chris and we're heading to, eh, Vermont." I was so close to blowing. I started shaking my leg just to distract myself. "Well, Chris has a... had a girlfriend and she moved to Vermont and we're, ah, going after her. Listen, I know it's kinda sudden but he has my head full, I mean, his head full right now and he just needs some company. You know, I'm helping him deal with some issues right now and I thought... I thought..." I thought I was going to cum. "...I thought I'd patch things up between him and me. This is just something important we need to do together, you know, settle our differences and all. Listen, babe, I have to go. I think we just missed our exit. I'll call you back, o.k. Oh, and I will not be back till Sunday next week. Yeah, I needed to take some time off too anyway. Ok, I have to go. See you, babe. Love you. Bye." I quickly hanged up and instinctively pushed Chris away. A second more and I would have sprayed cum. The moment I pushed Chris away though I felt the pangs of a wrong decision. Chris, sitting on his heels, looked up at me. "You're not allowed to push me, you know." Chris said. His expression changed very quickly though. A smile actually crossed his face. "Driving to Vermont to chase a girl who dumped me?" He started to laugh. "I'll let you off the hook this time." I didn't feel all that consoled. That was just the first day and I could hardly bear it, and still there were eight more days to go.