Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 22:10:16 -0700 From: Erik Asman Subject: Brandon's Life chapter 7 Chapter-7 Trials & Tribulations The next two weeks passed strangely. Stevie missed the next practice, and no one answered when the boys called his house. Not even a recorder. Brandon & Logan both began to worry, but said nothing. They really didn't know that much about their new friend as of yet, but they both sensed that something was wrong. Their fears began to grow when he was absent from the next game - which they lost by 2 points - and both were on the verge of panic when he missed the next practice as well. It was after practice that night, while talking on the phone, that Logan broached the subject. "I think something's very wrong at Stevie's," he said flatly. The line was silent for a moment, and Brandon replied, "Yea." It was all he said. Logan sighed. Over the last week, Brandon had become moody. Logan checked the calendar and figured that it was about time for the testosterone shot to start doing something by now, but it didn't appear to be working yet and Logan was worried over that as well. Brandon had begun to tire easily, and had fallen asleep in the car on the ride home from the game that they had lost. He was irritable and snapped frequently at other team mates during practices, and he slept late. It was at the end of that first strange week, after spending the night together at his house, that Logan noticed something about Brandon. Logan had awakened once during the night to pee, with a raging hard-on, as usual. He slipped out of bed, his hand passing over Brandon's sleeping form. Brandon was obviously dreaming, his eyes darting back and forth under closed lids. Logan himself also came up out of dreams with a hard-on. Brandon was as limp as a dead fish. Although Brandon's parents had agreed that an air mattress on the floor and a sleeping bag were just fine with them, Brandon's door locked and when they were sure that his parents were gone or asleep, Logan would climb into bed with him. During that week, Logan also noticed that Brandon didn't seem as passionate towards him, and it showed. When they masturbated, or rather - when Brandon tried, Logan felt as if it were mechanical in nature. Brandon didn't get the least bit hard, and when he took Logan's tool into his mouth, he simply sucked it until Logan came and then was done. And when Logan had attempted a repeat performance of screwing Brandon, which had made them both feel so good that they thought they would die from it, Brandon simply declined, stating that he didn't feel like it. All in all, his sex drive had gone to hell in a handbasket. Logan had even noticed, when Brandon thought that no one was looking, that his friend cried a lot. As Logan slipped back into bed, he wondered. Where was Stevie? What was wrong with Brandon? Was the shot going to work? What if Brandon didn't like him anymore? He ran his fingers tentatively over Brandon's empty scrotum, feeling how it had begun to shrink up. His own penis began to harden, but as he felt Brandon, the eunuch slept, he was unable to make him hard. His stomach churned, and he began to get a headache. He slipped back out of bed, pulled on a pair of Brandon's boxers that he found on the foot of the bed, and went downstairs. Had he been at his own house, he would not have bothered, but Brandon's parents were a bit too uptight and they had no clue - about any of it. He didn't want to ruin the friendship of their parents either by exposing his folks as Naturists. He opened the cabinet where he was made to put his bottle of Ativan, and took one out. He looked at it, not wanting the embarrassment of having an attack while at Brandon's house. He crushed the pill and washed the powder down with water, effectively destroying the time release coating. Within half an hour, he was out cold, his arms wrapped around Brandon's still-dreaming body. Both of them overslept that morning, and they were awakened by a knock at the door. Brandon groaned and shook Logan awake, then he got up and looked around for his shorts. He frowned when he saw Logan wearing them. "Boys," his father called, "get up! It's almost lunch time and you have a practice!" "OK, dad," Brandon called. "That was close," Logan whispered. Brandon scowled at him, and Logan noted his stiff movements. His penis was also limp, while Logan had his usual morning erection. "What's with the boxers?" he asked in a flat voice, rubbing his eyes. "I woke up last night and had to get a pill. I didn't want to go down there naked." Brandon thought it over for a moment. "Good idea. Looks good on you." He then rooted around in his dresser for a pair of boxers and dressed in a grey sweatsuit over his warm-up T and shorts. Logan watched him and then he did it - he sighed and frowned slightly. Brandon froze on his way to the door. That damn sigh again! What was it this time?! "Brandon," Logan asked in small voice full of worry, "I think you should call the Doc. I mean, you're not actin' right. I think the shot didn't work." "What do you mean?!" Brandon demanded. Logan explained it all to him, and Brandon's eyes grew wide. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared as Logan talked, his voice shaking. Then he hung his head. Logan saw the tears forming in his eyes, and moved to take him in his arms. Brandon didn't resist as he thought he would - instead, he crumbled and began to cry. Logan held him until he regained his composure. "You're right," he admitted, "I'm being a prick to everybody. Mom got onto me about it too. I just feel so bad all of a sudden. I'm sore, I'm tired, everything pisses me off. I mean ... even you, Logan. I been bad to you too, haven't I?" "Moderately bad, yes," Logan agreed with a twinkle in his blue eyes. Brandon got back up, slowly. "Logan, I ... I ... haven't been hard all week. Not even a little bit! Not since we ... well ... not since ..." "I noticed," Logan interrupted, "and you're not eating good either and you look like hell on the field." "Maybe I'll call today," Brandon replied. "Do that," Logan agreed, coming to his feet and kissing his lover rather firmly on the mouth. Brandon laughed. To Logan, it was like a seeing a shooting star at night, unexpected. Brandon hadn't even smiled all week, it seemed. "It'll pass," he said, "Now, what do we do about Stevie?" Brandon called the Doc as Logan suggested, and found that his hormone levels had continued to fall from his previous blood tests. The Doctor reassured him that the shot would be kicking in soon and not to worry. He advised plenty of exercise, company, food, and the usual things. His tone was upbeat, though, and Brandon's mind eased a bit. The Doctor assured him that when it hit, it would HIT. He'd been totally impotent for a week, and although he remembered really liking it when Logan had fucked him, and he liked giving his best friend pleasure, his attitude was still cool and aloof. He had to admit he WAS feeling a bit better, but not by much. Logan tried to be patient, doing all that he could for his friend. Finally, by their next practice, and into their second week of the strangest time in their lives, Brandon began to come around. He was spending the night at Logan's, and after Rita - Logan's mom - had stuffed them with steak nachos and gone out for 'some dessert' with her husband, as she called it, Brandon began to feel something. At first he thought it was gas. He and Logan were sitting in front of the TV in the family room when Rita had popped in to tell them that were going out for a bit. Logan was in the process of losing his ass to a video game - Street Fighter EX3 for PlayStation 2, and Brandon felt a strange stirring in his groin. Both boys were stilled dressed from having gone to the video/game rental shop, which was unusual for Logan's family. He had also begun to suspect that Rita was onto them, but he didn't mention it. With Logan's upbringing and his parents' behavior, he was almost 100% sure that even if she DID know, she wouldn't care one way or another. The very fact that Logan's dad had given him a thorough enema with Logan's help on his first sleep-over was enough to assure him of that. That and the casual nudity. She had just left when Brandon found himself watching Logan's squirming body on the floor, as if moving HIMSELF would help his character in the game, and he looked down. Brandon was getting hard, and was feeling quivery. Suddenly he felt himself beginning to sweat. He thought of the game they had the next day, of everyone on the team, of showering, of Logan ... hell, of everything that teenage boys think of and he watched in wonder as he grew fully hard. He ran to the bathroom to double check, rooted a bit in the cabinet, then returned. He tapped Logan on the shoulder, which like the rest of him, he recalled, had tanned well and set a great contrast to his near white hair. He suddenly wanted to touch that tanned skin - not just see it. "Not NOW!" Logan cried, waving a hand at him. "Yes, now," Brandon replied, moving into his line of sight and blocking the TV. He dropped his shorts just enough to show him. "Holy shit!" Logan barked, dropping his game controller, "You're hard!" Logan watched as Brandon's erection pointed at him, the skin of his empty scrotum pulled up tight against his body. The scars were disappearing fast as the youth's body healed, as boys do, and Logan began to tremble as he realized that it almost looked as if Brandon had never had anything hanging there to begin with. His own dick was hardening in his tight briefs as well, fast, and his heart was pounding. For the first time in over two weeks, Brandon was wanting it! They wasted no time in getting to Logan's room. Even though he knew his parents were very liberal and relaxed, Logan didn't think it would look good to come home and find their only son screwing his best friend in the family room. The boys entered the bedroom and closed the door. Logan sat down on the bed as Brandon put a CD in the player and started track #1. Return to Innocence by the group Enigma started to play, and Brandon moved slowly with the music, his hands roaming over his body. Logan sat on the bed and just watched his friend. Brandon started to move a bit faster with the tempo of the music as it began to pick up. Brandon lifted his shirt as he danced, giving Logan a peek at his mid section, but then pulled his shirt down to hide his skin again. He smiled his smile at Logan and lifted his shirt just a bit higher this time. He gave Logan a peek at his right nipple. The peek only lasted a split second as Brandon pulled his shirt down again. Logan's mouth started to water and he felt himself get painfully harder in his shorts as he watched his lover dance. Next Brandon danced and pulled down the front of his shorts and boxers just enough to show a hint of pubic bush to Logan and anyone else who might be watching. Logan started to rub the bulge in the front of his shorts as he watched Brandon dance. Brandon's eyes were closed as he felt the music in him. He danced to show his love for his friend. As he dance he lifted his shirt once again, and this time pulled it up all the way and then off. He tossed it away as the next song started on the CD. He hadn't felt so good in weeks. Brandon danced, kicking off his shoes, taking care that they don't fly towards Logan. Logan was in total lust now. He pulled his own shirt off, almost ripping it in two, not wanting to miss any of his friend's highly erotic dance. Brandon danced closer to Logan. He then climbed onto the bed. His knees straddled Logan. Brandon's butt rubbed up and down on Logan's crotch as he moved his upper body to the music. Brandon's hands rubbed Logan's sweaty torso and pinched his nipples. Brandon never stopped his body movements as his hands reached behind himself and pulled off Logan's shoes. Brandon pulled off Logan's socks as well, and then he slowly rubbed Logan's near hairless legs. His hands felt the tiny blond hairs - just beginning to sprout - on Logan's legs until he reached Logan's knees. He then stood back up and started to dance around the room again in his erotic dance. Logan sat up and watched Brandon dance around the room again. Logan was amazed of Brandon's flexibility as Brandon lifted his right leg, and then bent at the waist to pull off his sock. He repeated the same move with the music to pull off the left one. Only a week or so ago, he'd been stiff and almost arthritic looking. The third song started and because of the heat in the room and from his dancing, sweat started to form on Brandon's body, giving it a sheen in the late evening sun coming in through the window. The lower color temperature of the light stained their skins yellow. As the music slowed down again, Brandon danced over to Logan again and he slowly bent over and with one mighty crash of the drums, he yanked off Logan's shorts and underwear with one hard and fast yank. It happened so fast, that Logan did not know he was fully naked until his hard dick slapped him on his belly. Brandon flung the clothes across the room as he danced. Now being the only one with clothes, he turned his back on Logan and pulled down and off his shorts. Logan saw Brandon pull off his own shorts, and looked at Brandon's tight ass. Logan's cock gave a lurch at the site of that perfectly tanned butt, and a clear drop of pre-cum formed on the tip. Brandon danced, but never let the front of his body show to Logan. He guessed Brandon was hard also, because as Brandon would bend over to show his hole to Logan, all Logan could see hanging down between Brandon's legs was the empty scrotum, and it didn't hang much. Brandon stopped his dance as the next song started on the CD. He just stood there breathing heavily. Then he took one large step back and bent at the knees. Without any warning, he jumped up in the air and did a back-flip. Logan gasped. He had had no clue Brandon could do that! He landed on his knees on the bed, perfectly, each knee on each side of Logan's body. Logan's hard dick resting between Brandon's ass cheeks. Brandon moved his body with the music. Brandon reached behind him and took hold of Logan's cock. Logan gasped. He felt his dick enter Brandon's ass. Sometime Brandon had used KY jelly and lubed up his ass, so Logan's hard dick slid in all the way with ease. Brandon fucked himself on Logan's dick with the beat of the music. He swore he hadn't seen him do it, but he didn't care. Logan lifted himself up. He wrapped his arms around Brandon and hugged himself close to his lover. He moved his torso with Brandon's. Both boys closed there eyes and let the music take them to a new level of love making. Logan reached down to Brandon's boy toy. He smiled inwardly as he felt Brandon's very rock hard penis. The hormone shot had finally started to work, and Brandon's cock was back to it's normal teenage self. The Doc had been right. Be patient, he'd said. And they had been, for two weeks or more. Logan started to pump his hand up and down on Brandon's dick. As Brandon lifted himself up from Logan's shaft, Logan's hand would slide down on the dick. The boys formed a perfect rhythm with the music. Brandon then twisted around on Logan's dick so the boys were now facing each other. There bodies still moved as one with the music and the boys lips met and they kissed. Their lips parted open a little and their tongues darted out of their mouths and into the other boy's mouth. Brandon never stopped pumping his ass on Logan's dick. He seemingly couldn't get enough of it, and realized that this what he enjoyed the most. When he could stand it no longer, Logan pulled Brandon closer to him as he started to fill Brandon's ass with his cum. Brandon felt the hot teen seed fill his guts, and he also fired and dripped clear fluid from his piss hole. The clear cum mixed with his sweat and rubbed all over his and Logan's bellies. The boys then ended the kiss, and Logan lay back on the bed. Brandon stood up onto his knees and let Logan's now softening dick plop out of his love hole. He laid down next to Logan, hugging him close, and the two boys fell asleep. They woke up a few hours later. Both boys were sticky from dried cum and sweat. They got up and walked hand in hand to the bathroom. They climbed into the hot shower. Each boy took a turn to wash the other boy. They washed each other from head to toe, behind the ears, as a parent would scrub a toddler. When all the hot water was all used up, they got out and dried each other off. When done they walked back to the bedroom. Just as they got into the room they heard the front door open. "Perfect timing," Brandon breathed. Logan nodded. "Let's just hope THEY don't keep US up any later now! You know, I wonder what Stevie's doing?" Brandon paused. "I wish I knew," he said in a worried tone. "If he's not there at the game tomorrow afternoon, I think we should drive by." *** Stevie did show up at their next game. His brother dropped him off, and as he pulled away in his fully restored Mustang convertible, he mouthed something at Brandon and Logan, who were anxiously watching their friend approach the field. He was limping a bit, and although he was wearing his uniform, he looked to be in no shape to play. His legs were a bit bowed, one eye was black, and his lower lip was somewhat swollen. They were too far away to hear what it was, IF he had said it aloud, but they soon found out. Before Stevie was close enough to them to hear, a smaller boy came up behind them and tapped Logan on the shoulder. Logan turned, looked down a bit, and raised one eyebrow. "What is it, Trevor?" he asked, carefully forming his words. Brandon turned as well, and noticed Trevor's new hearing aids, which unlike his old ones, barely showed. Trevor was very nearly as deaf as the proverbial post, and when he spoke in his halting, careful tone of one that has had to learn to talk, he moved his hands in sign out of habit. His green eyes were wide, and his strawberry blonde mess of hair blew in the light wind. "Why did he say that to you?" he asked slowly, obviously unaware that they hadn't heard him. "What did he say?" Brandon asked. "He said, 'I'm gonna get you little faggots for what you did to my brother.'" Logan's eyes went cold, and his upper lip twitched. Brandon caught it as Stevie approached them, trying to fake a smile. His eyes, however, were haunted. Brandon had only seen that look on Logan's face ONE other time, and that had been before they had become close friends. Someone had called Logan "waterboy" once too often, in a derogatory tone of voice, and Logan had promptly relocated the boy's nuts to up between his ears. Neither of them mentioned it as Stevie approached, and Trevor shrank back, his eyes wide. "I-I gotta go!" the smaller boy squeaked, and he did just that - fast. They all laughed. "Dude, where have you been?" Logan asked. "Yea," Brandon added, "we were about to call the cops or something!" Stevie looked around carefully, then motioned them closer. "I need help," he said in a small voice, which was so strange coming from someone like him. "My brother ... he ... well ... guys, he's coming back for me after the game. Please, I have to have somewhere to hide. I think he's gonna kill me or worse tonight. Mom doesn't know, and I don't want to put her through this, but anyway, he found out about what we did!" Stevie's bruised face flamed and he looked down at the grass. It only took Brandon a moment to come up with a plan. "Logan, call your mom. She's not doing anything but shopping and she's picking us up. Have her come at halftime. Stevie, you fake an injury just before. She can fake running you to the hospital, what with the permission to pick you up slip and all. We'll regroup there? OK?" Logan's answering grin was pure evil, and it sent a chill through Brandon. They all agreed. The coach had a few words for Stevie, but when he saw him and he expressed a desire to play, the coach felt his ankles and knees, looked over his legs carefully, and agreed. "Next time, call me," he ordered. Logan pulled his mom's spare cell phone from his pack and told her what was up. She hesitated at first, but finally agreed. All three of them resumed their typical play pattern, and by half-time, the game was all but a rout. Stevie moved himself gracefully in front of a charging opponent, and went down with a squeal of pain that looked genuine. Rita had arrived and played the roll to a 'T', exiting with Stevie. They won the game 5-0, and Rita came to pick them up afterwards, driving straight home. "Now, would you two care to explain to me just WHY I have Stevie hidden the basement?" she demanded. "We can do that after we find out the rest, Mom, trust me," Logan said. They arrived home without incident, and the boys met Stevie in the basement. He was hiding behind the washing machine, and he jumped when they called out to him. They saw, as he stepped out, that he had stripped to his jock. Both were, however, too caught up to think about sex. "OK, dude, what gives? What happened to you ?!" Brandon demanded, staring at him. Logan gasped. In addition to his limp and his face, Stevie's nipples were bruised and there were long, round bruises on his ribcage and lower back. His thighs showed the same, and it was obvious he was in pain. Logan ran back upstairs and returned with two pills. One of them was an Ativan, and the other was an Ultram from his dad's stash. He also had sodas and cookies. Stevie gratefully took the pills, and gently sat down in an old recliner. Then he began to talk ... ... Stevie had stripped and changed into a pair of his own shorts and was lying on his bed, listening to his favorite radio station. He was thinking about what he had done, how he couldn't believe that he had DONE it, and how GOOD it had felt. He was in the process of contemplating his emerging sexuality when his brother, Vlad, entered. Every time Stevie saw him, he was reminded by that strange name of "Vlad the Impaler," And wondered why anyone would name a baby boy Vladimir in the first place! While his brother had never actually hurt him and had always protected him, he was also very intrusive and had a stern set of rules for his little brother. Stevie looked at the shaved head, the pierced eyebrow and septum, and the large flesh tunnel through his ears. It was only logical, since Vlad worked full time for a tattoo/piercing salon, that he would look the part. Actually, he enjoyed it. Stevie just wished that he hadn't enjoyed his work enough to put the large gauge earring in his own ear and keep his head shaved. Vlad came into the bedroom and sat on the edge of Stevie's bed. He placed a hand on the boy's flat stomach, and stared at him. "You made some friends, finally?" he asked. Stevie nodded. "That's good I guess, this Rita chick is cool for driving you. She's hot too!" "Vlad, she's old enough to by your mom, almost!" Stevie replied. Vlad smiled. "Ha! A real MILF, then!" he laughed. "I thanked her. Takes a load off me and mom." His hand, however, was moving, and Stevie didn't try to hide the fact that he was hard. It WAS rather obvious. Since he'd hit puberty around 12 or so, Vlad had carefully guided Stevie through the changes that his body was experiencing. His rules, however, were odd. But since he didn't know any better, really, and had no one else to talk to about it, Stevie had just accepted it. He knew his brother was straight, pretty much, and he always had a girlfriend. In fact, he had a lot of them and was always bragging and telling Stevie to just wait until HE was older. Vlad knew it all, so it seemed to the younger boy, and he had accepted his older brother's words without question. Even when Vlad had shown him how to masturbate, or rather, masturbated him the first time to show him what would happen. Since that first time, though, Stevie had been expressly forbidden to masturbate himself. He was only relieved of the stress that teen boys feel when his brother felt that he needed it, and the boy had NEVER been allowed to do it to himself. Vlad had also told him things that made him too scared to try it covertly - such as, if he did it wrong, he could break his dick and have to go to the hospital for surgery on it! Wet dreams were accidental, Vlad told him, and natural. Nothing to worry about. Stevie was profoundly grateful of that. At first, he was uncomfortable with the oddly scheduled routines of stripping naked for his older brother and letting him examine him. And although he thought that something might be wrong with Vlad touching him there, and masturbating him to orgasm, Stevie enjoyed it too much to protest. After all, Vlad was older, and HE would know, wouldn't he ? Vlad's hand moved into the boy's shorts as he talked about how good it was to play sports, keep in shape, be a man, grow up ... he talked a lot as he took his little brother's impressive tool in his hand and stroked the uncircumcised penis to full erection. This time, however, Stevie had already been totally hard and Vlad was curious. He mentioned it, and Stevie blushed. He tried to change the subject as his brother pulled his shorts down. His 7 inches of hard and uncirc'd penis sprang up as his brother reached into his pocket for a small tube of lubricant. Stevie's heart began to pound in expectation of the feelings to come. "Tell me why mine's different again?" he asked, knowing that what was to come would feel good, but it would be nothing compared to what he had felt with Brandon & Logan. As Vlad rubbed the warm lube onto Stevie's throbbing dick, he said, "Because when boys are born in the USA, they usually don't even ask. They just cut it off. Mine was. I didn't want that to happen to you, so they didn't do it." He moved his hand up and down the shaft, working with the foreskin until he could pull it all the way back. "You get to feel so much more," he said mournfully, something that most boys never even know about." "But I'm the only one who looks like I do," Stevie replied, hoping his voice didn't betray the emotions he had. In actuality, Stevie hated his foreskin and always tried to hide it in the showers. Other boys stared at him, made comments, most of them rude. He wanted it cut off, just like Brandon's. The thought of that made him sweat more. Although his brother's hand felt good, Brandon's tight ass had felt so much better. "They're jealous!" Vlad replied with some heat, moving his hand faster. Stevie felt the sensations beginning to build, and as a bit of precum leaked from the end of his penis, he began to tremble. Vlad continued his ministrations, looking his younger brother all over carefully. "Everything looks OK," he commented, "You haven't been doing anything have you?" he asked in an ominous tone, "Because you know you aren't allowed to do that. I'd have to punish you if you did." Stevie's eyes widened and he violently shook his head NO. Then, his back arched and he began to groan. Vlad sped up his jacking motions, and within a minute, Stevie fired a somewhat reduced load onto his own chest. After only four shots, he was down to a slow dribble. Vlad's eyebrows creased, and Stevie knew that he had noticed it too. In his escapades with his friends, he had fired out most of his reserves and now there was almost nothing left. In effect, he was busted. His brother carefully examined his discharge. Stevie was shaking now, unable to control it. "Tell me again that you haven't been jacking yourself off?" Vlad said ominously. "I-I didn't ... I mean ... I was only ... what happened was ..." But Vlad's eyes had gone flat and his face dark. Stevie suddenly found himself curled up into a ball on his bed with hot flashes of pain shooting up from his crotch as Vlad's fist slammed into his recently emptied balls. Nausea overtook him, and he couldn't breathe. "It was those two, wasn't it?" Vlad demanded, "Those two friends of yours. That blonde one looks like a faggot to me anyway, I should have known! I should have kept a closer eye on you!" He connected a slap to Stevie's mouth as the boy tried to answer, but he couldn't get the breath. His lower lip split and blood soaked his pillow. Vlad struck him in the ribs with his fists, screaming at him. "So which one was it? You packin' fudge with the fag boy blonde or the other glamour boy with the bleached hair? Jesusssssssssss Che-eeeeeeeeee-rist!" he shouted, shoving the injured boy off of the bed. Stevie landed on the floor, sobbing and trying to get up. The pain wouldn't let him, though, and Vlad connected a kick to his ass. Then it stopped. During the fall, Stevie had banged his head on a corner of his night stand, and he could tell that one eye was swelling closed. The silence was chilling, broken only by his moans and gasps for breath and the sound of Vlad's slow breathing. Then he spoke. "After all I've done, all I DO for you and mom, YOU especially! My own little brother! Where'd I fuck up? Oh wait, it was YOU that fucked up ... or fucked ASS? Right? Well, lemme tell you this, bitch-boy - when you can get up, you put on a robe and come to the garage. We're going down to the studio so I can put a stop to this. I'm gonna look something over too, and if I see any sign THERE that they did anything to YOU from behind ... man! I'm makin' damn sure that nice uncut cock of yours doesn't get shoved up where it shouldn't be anymore!" He left the room, slamming the door. It seemed like days. Pain tore through every part of the battered boy's body as he struggled to his feet. Oddly, he found himself more worried about Brandon & Logan. If Vlad thought they had made him do it, or tricked him into it, he'd go after them too. He remembered something else then, that Vlad didn't like to wait. He pulled on his robe and stumbled to the garage, pausing only long enough to puke his guts up in the kitchen trash can. He found Vlad waiting in the Mustang, and his mother's car gone. He got in without a word and stayed quiet except for an occasional groan when the car hit a bump. When they arrived at the darkened studio, Vlad used his key to enter and shut down the alarm system. He half pushed, half carried his little brother to one of the back rooms. He flipped on a light, and Stevie saw - with his good eye - a padded table. "Get up on it and lose the robe!" Vlad demanded. Stevie did as he was told, and Vlad strapped him down at the ankles and wrists. He also drew a wide leather strap across his waist and secured it. "That outta hold your faggot ass while I work on you." he said coldly. Stevie began to sweat again. What was he going to do to him? He had said he was going to fix his cock so he couldn't use it, hadn't he? Was he going to cut it off? No, he knew Vlad wouldn't kill him, and he'd bleed to death for sure. What about circ'ing him? Stevie's heart pounded harder at that idea, the thought of his unwanted foreskin being cut off arousing him, despite the pain. Vlad turned back to the helpless boy and grinned evilly. "None of that," he said, striking Stevie's hard 7 inches with a small leather whip. The erection began to subside. Then he held up something shiny. Stevie looked closer. It was a steel ring, polished and hinged. It had a slit in one side, and it was open. Vlad held it close to his face and snapped it shut. It sounded to Stevie like a door slamming. "This," Vlad explained, "Is a HUGE fuckin' seller with the S&M gang. It's a body piercing ring, very large gauge you can tell, almost like your earring. The only difference is, THIS ring - once you close it - can't be opened EVER again. The only way to get it out is to cut it out, or cut it with bolt cutters. It's solid too, not hollow. This one is ruined now." He threw it at a trash can. "Did I ever tell you what a PA was, bro?" he asked cooly. "N-no," Stevie whimpered. "It's a ring that goes into the hole of your dick. It goes up the piss pipe a ways, then it comes back out on one side or the other of your dick through a piercing. Lots of guys like them, they say it makes sex feel sooooo much better. Well, you're gonna get one now. Only yours is gonna be permanent, and it's going in a bit differently too. It's going in higher, and not into your piss pipe," he explained slowly. Stevie was shaking his head NO, begging and crying for Vlad to stop and to just go home. "I'm sorry," he wailed, "I won't ever do it again, I swear! Please don't hurt me anymore! I'll do anything!" "No, you wont' do NOTHING, ever again!" Vlad screamed at him, "Once I put this in you, you might as well not have a dick 'cause you won't be able to use it for anything. Hell, you're gonna have a hard time peeing with it in." Stevie watched with mounting horror as his older brother put on rubber gloves and rubbed his dick down in orange liquid. It stung a bit, and his balls still hurt like hell. He thoguht of Brandon, and what it must have been like for him after his castration. Stevie was grateful that that thought hadn't occurred to Vlad. Vlad then took a strange looking clamp of some kind and pulled the boy's foreskin back. He put the device on his limp penis, and began to work the handles. Stevie watched as it grabbed hold of and pulled his foreskin back out and over his dick's head. Vlad stretched it unmercifully, and the boy began to whimper. Vlad paid him no heed. The clamp was also pushing his dick backwards, up towards his body as it pulled the foreskin away. Then, with his other hand, Vlad carefully ran a large piercing needle through the foreskin vertically. Stevie screamed, unable to move. He watched in terror as Vlad inserted a tube behind it, then carefully threaded the open steel ring through it. The tube was pulled clear, and with one hand on the clamp and the other on the ring, Vlad snapped it shut. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stevie cried out. Vlad calmly let off the clamp and removed it. Stevie's hated foreskin tried to retract, but the ring stopped it. It was pulled uncomfortably tight. As the foreskin put pressure on the ring, the interior of the ring pushed back into his piss slit. When it finally settled into place, Stevie saw that his 3 inches of limp dick was encased inside of his foreskin, and there was no way to free it. The ring was wide, wider than his earring. With his dick unable to come forward and his foreskin unable to go backwards, he was effectively trapped. Vlad smiled. He took his little brother's altered dick in his hand and began to slowly stroke it. Stevie started getting hard, but the ring stopped his dick from advancing and the foreskin stopped the ring from moving. It was still stretched, and it couldn't give. It also hurt like hell. Vlad laughed. "You can't even jack off now, no matter how bad you want to," he said in a cold voice. "Wh-what if I have to p-pee?" Stevie whimpered. "I'd sit down if I were you and be patient. That's gonna hurt too. I'd say your days as a real boy are over, bro!" he jeered, unstrapping the now-sobbing boy and throwing his robe at him. "You're really only good for one thing now, and you'll find out what that is when we get home." Vlad and Stevie arrived back home, and Vlad ordered Stevie to get up to his room and to remove his robe. Stevie went up to his room and took off his robe. He sat down on his bed and looked at his now ringed dick. Tears started to form in his eyes when his bedroom door flew open with a slam against the wall. Vlad stood there in the doorway wearing just his black silk boxer shorts. In his hands was a box, and he stepped into the room. He ordered Stevie to lie on his front and to put his hands behind his back. Vlad approached his younger brother and used some handcuffs to secure Stevie's hands behind his back. He then took some rope and he spread Stevie's legs far apart. He tied the ropes around the bed legs and the around Stevie's upper legs to the other bed post. Stevie could not move his lower body now. Vlad took out a spreader bar. He put the two spreaders between Stevie's butt cheeks, and then started to pump the handle. The spreaders started to pull Stevie's cheeks apart. Stevie started to scream out in pain as the spreader pulled at him and did not stop until it felt like they would tear his flesh. Vlad was getting sick of hearing his pussy faggot brother's screaming, so he reached into the box and pulled out a ball gag. He shoved the ball into Stevie's open mouth and then pulled the leather straps tight around his head. Stevie's screams were now muted by the gag. Vlad reached into the box once again and took out a black bandana, He looped it around Stevie's face and blindfolded him. He reached back into the box and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. He pulled off his own boxers, his hard 10 1/4 inch dick pointing at Stevie's asshole. His dick was so thick that none of his girlfriends were able to wrap a fist around it as they jacked him off as the sucked the large purple mushroom head. Vlad squirted a large amount of the KY jelly onto his throbbing member. He did not care if he hurt the little poof, but he did not want to damage his own tool. He put the head of his dick at the entrance to Stevie's love hole. "Think of me as Vlad the Impaler now, kid," Vlad said as he gave his cock one mighty thrust. He pushed his mighty fuck tool into Stevie's hot ass until he felt his balls slap Stevie's ass cheeks. Stevie arched his back and screamed into his gag. He had never felt anything like this before. He was in so much pain, and it felt like his ass was being ripped apart by a flesh covered rod. Vlad pushed Stevie back down onto the bed, and put a lot of his weight onto his arm that was holding down Stevie. He moved his hips slowly at first to pull his dick out, and then with a might thrust and grunt, cram his cock back in. When he pushed in with all his might, Stevie would try and arch his back once agin and let out a fresh scream into his ball gag. Stevie felt his brother's large man cock pound his ass. His whole insides were on fire as the pain and pleasure of being fucked mixed together inside his colon passage. His dick rubbed on the sheets and was doing it's best to harden. Fresh waves of pain shot to his brain from his dick, and he started to let out new screams. Vlad was now pounding the no longer virgin ass pussy. His slippery cock sliding in and out of the hole with easy slickness. Vlad started to slap Stevie's ass with his free hand as hard as he could. He timed his slaps with his inward thrusts. He would slap the right cheek with one thrust, then the left on the next. It did not take very long until Stevie's butt cheeks were as red as a stop sign. Vlad did not let up on his spanking. Stevie's butt cheeks became a darker red as the spanks rained down on his ass. Stevie was crying none stop now. Hot tears ran down his cheeks as the pain in his ass and dick became even more intense as Vlad sped up his pounding and spanking. His penis still trying to get hard as it rubbed between his tummy and the bed sheets. Some pre-cum leaked out of his dick and the slickness did not aid in the pain, but made it worse as it went into his freshly pierced PA-like hole in his foreskin. Vlad lifted his hand off of Stevie's back and used both hands to hold on to Stevie's hips as he forced himself as deep as he could into the fuck hole. He started to empty his hairy man nuts into his little brother. His whole body shook as he filled Stevie's guts and gave him a cum enema. Finally Vlad pulled his half hard dick out of Stevie's ass. He grabbed Stevie and lifted his brother up to a sitting position. He then took off the gag, and before Stevie could close his mouth, he crammed his slimy dick into Stevie's mouth. He ordered him to clean it off, and told him he would get a worse punishment if he pulled out and there was any kind of funk left on his dick. Stevie tasted himself and his brother on the large dick in his mouth. He did not know who was the larger prick, his brother or the one in his mouth. When he had cleaned it all the way, he pulled off. Vlad looked down and nodded when he saw it was clean. He untied and uncuffed Stevie and told him to get some sleep, he had a game in the morning, and he'd missed practice, after all. As he closed the door, Stevie sobbed into his pillow. He wasn't sure what hurt worse - his battered body or his broken heart. His big brother had never done ANYTHING like this to him before. Always, he'd been there and been good to him. Part of him wanted to hold Brandon and Logan responsible for getting him into this, but he then realized, as he cried uncontrollably, that it wasn't their fault. They knew who they were - they knew what they liked and it didn't bother them. They had found pleasure with each other, were friends, and only wanted to share it with him. Badly as he was hurt, Stevie couldn't fault them. He'd never had real friends before. They'd moved too much since his dad had died so long ago. Stevie barely remembered him, but he remembered Vlad always being there. He tried to turn over, but he couldn't. It hurt too badly. There was no way he was going to make the game, nor another practice. He slept fitfully that night, waking up several times in burning pain. When morning came, he limped to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. He screamed as he let go of his morning piss, waking his mother up. As much as he hurt, however, his mind was alert again. He blamed it on a large spider and both went back to bed. He knew she wouldn't check in on him. She never did. Vlad would though, and he prayed that he would leave him alone. Brandon and Logan were both near to tears when Stevie finished his story and stood up slowly, exposing what Vlad had done to his penis. They stared at the ring in horror. To Logan, it was unthinkable. To Brandon, it was even worse. He'd lost a lot of his genitals, but to still have them and not be able to do anything with them was simply beyond him. They looked over the fading bruises and minor cuts and abrasions. Then both of them moved closer to their friend, and held him until his storm of crying and shaking had past. It was Brandon who spoke first. "So you just stayed in bed for a week?" Stevie nodded. "I hurt too bad to move." He began to shake again, but he didn't cry. "And now Vlad's after us, right?" Logan asked. Stevie nodded. He said simply, "I'm sorry, guys. He's gonna come after you now, you know." Logan nodded. "I know, Trevor told us. He saw Vlad mouthing it at us at the game and he read his lips," he said coldly, "But Vlad can't do that if he's in jail." Stevie's face paled. "Man, you can't call the cops, he'll get us all!" he begged, "Please, no!" But Logan's face was calm and placid. He grinned. Brandon knew that look. "What?!" Brandon demanded, "Spill it, Logan!" "It's very simple, actually, guys. Brandon's dad has a digital camera. It shoots MPG movies and still pictures. He's used it at games. It looks so nice and has good details. I'm sorry to do this, Stevie, but you're gonna have to wear that ring for a few more days. You see, we're going to make some kiddie porn with Brandon's camera. Me, you, Brandon ... all of us. Especially you, Stevie. Some nice close-ups of your foreskin trap-ring thing there, maybe some shots of you and Brandon together, some of me and you together, you get the idea. Then we do a movie or two. Vlad has a PC with Internet access, right ?" Stevie nodded, his face confused. Brandon was smiling evilly now. Logan continued. "We make a CD of the pics and movies. I think about 700 megs should do it. We copy them to a hidden folder on Vlad's C: drive, then we put in a call to the cops saying that he did this to us and we snap the CD in half and throw it in a sewer somewhere. But before it's done, make sure you take the camera home, Stevie. Show it to him. Tell him we gave it to you to make him leave us alone and we're so scared. Make sure he handles it and gets fingerprints all over it. The next day, the cops come and take his PC. They find the folder we tell them to look for. BINGO, Vlad's in jail, kiddie porn, his life's over, up the river and all that stuff ... problem solved. The police will kill the files after they copy them for evidence, and no one is the wiser. Hell, after what he did to you, no one is going to believe him." "What if I can't get to the PC alone?" Stevie asked, "I mean, like if it's locked?" "Simple," Logan replied, "you give him my ICQ number that I'll take out as fake. I'll begin filing straight porn of women to him. You tell him I'm a hot chick from a soccer game who saw him and knew he was your brother. He'll fall for it, trust me. He got DSL?" Stevie nodded again. "Who do I tell him it is if he won't bite ?" Brandon almost choked when Logan said, "Rita ... of course! Tell him, shyly, it was my mom. I saw how he looked at her when we took you home." Brandon was almost convulsed with mirth. "This is TOO good!" "Well, then, in about an hour or so he'll literally shoot his own foot off. He'll happily download some porn here, some porn there, and at the end of it, he downloads US!" Logan explained. "But how do we get naked pics of you mom?" Stevie asked. Logan raised an eyebrow. "We take some through the windows. Nudists, remember? Then they can add voyeurism to the list of charges, along with rape, battery, etc. etc." "One way or the other!" Brandon laughed, "Logan, you're a genius!" "But Logan, I'm miserable! How are we gonna get this ring out?" Stevie asked. Brandon smiled and laid a hand on his new friend's shoulder. "We call MY Doc," Brandon said gaily, "He can fix anything, you know! That ring only goes through your foreskin, not your actual dick. He'll probably have to circumcise you, but hey, you'll live. I did!" Stevie's smile was like an explosion. Brandon was talking about making a wish come true! His foreskin, mutilated and ringed as it was, might be coming off! "Why don't we make some movies, then," Stevie suggested, "and call the Doc after I plant the files and give him the ICQ number?" Is this the end? Would you like to read more about Brandon, Logon, and Stevie? Then please write me at: erik2175@hotmail.com