Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2021 01:23:55 -0600 From: patrick Barrett Subject: A Day at the Park (1st installment) (Authoritarian, Incest, Brother/brother) Hello, everyone. This is the first story I have written and I hope it won't be my last. I guess this is the first installment or chapter. I think there will be at least one more chapter detailing the punishment which is a requisite in an authoritarian story. Constructive comments and criticisms are always welcome as are story ideas. Please email me at: geev1000@gmail.com - and please have a great 2021! Oh, and please be gentle! A Day at the Park There is chill in the Autumn air. It is the week before Halloween and Big Brother has invited some of his work friends over for beers and canapes. Sara, James, Dan, and Paul arrived and were ushered into the living room. Big Brother is in an expansive and easy going mood. He enjoys letting his work friends see his home. Also, Big Brother enjoys allowing a select few of his friends to be introduced to Little brother. As Big Brother smiles and speaks gaily to his guests, Little brother is there too on his hands and knees playing the part of puppy tonight. He is wearing a leather puppy mask and a dog collar of course. Little brother is otherwise naked, his hairy asscrack on display for anyone who cares to look. Little brother's penis and balls dangle invitingly between his legs much like a dog's would. Prior to his guest's arrival, Big Brother had asked if Little brother shouldn't wear his diaper tonight. Big Brother supposed that the excitement from the party might be too much for little brother causing him to lose control of his bladder as so often happens when little brother gets excited. Little brother assured that he would maintain control of his bladder all evening. Gazing earnestly into Big Brother's eyes and then looking quickly down at his feet to avoid provoking a challenge to his older sibling, little brother stated his confidence that the evening would not be a wet one. Big Brother's heart always melts a little when Little brother stands before him like this: shy and earnest and trying so hard to please. To be a good boy and earn praise from his elder bro. Tilting little brother's head up with his fingertips, Big Brother says: If you can be a good boy tonight there will be a nice surprise for you tomorrow. You know we haven't been to the park in nearly a week and tomorrow is supposed to be nice. Little brother's eyes light up with joy. The thought of visiting the park of feeling the warm sunshine on his bare skin. "Yessir! I will be very go-o-od tonight" Normally little brother would keep his diaper on most of the day. He has never been able to fully control his bladder and bed peeing occurred almost every night while daytime accidents were still common, especially if distracted by his brotherly duties or some other diversion. For special occasions Big Brother feels that it is nice to have little brother naked but of course he can't have little brother lose control of his bladder in a room full of guests even if he is in his puppy role. Little brother's body is very lovely. Though north of thirty, a strict sugar-free diet consisting mostly of vegetables and lean meats has given him a youthful appearance. His form retains a utilitarian beauty while the sparse hair on his chest and ass highlight the lean muscle underneath. You will wear the puppy mask and chain tonight. Also I will place one of the metal cock cages on you. Perhaps this will remind you of your oath to remain dry this evening. Little brother is practically leaping for joy. The little gathering is rocking along. Big Brother is pleased that the evening is going so smoothly. His guests are happy and chatting with him and with each other. Each guest has spontaneously scratched Little brother behind his puppy ears. Little brother's tongue lolls outside his mouth convincingly. One of the guests, Sara, speaks to Little brother attempting to engage him in light adult conversation. Like the other guests, Sara is fascinated by the power dynamic between the two brothers. "So, you are completely subservient to your brother? You will do whatever he tells you to do no matter how humiliating or degrading? Your lifestyle choice doesn't seem very fulfilling. How long do you think you can keep such an arrangement going?" And on in this fashion Sara spoke to little brother. For his part little brother did his best to understand Sara's human words. In full puppy mode, his powers of cognition are greatly reduced. He gazes with rapt attention at Sara, watching her lips move trying to guess at the meaning of the sounds coming from them. It is not often that little brother receives attention from women and he is truly excited. Maybe she is offering to rub his belly? Little brother adores belly rubs. Sara reaches for a toast point smothered in avocado and a tiny wedge of delectable gouda. Maybe the nice lady will give a treat to Little brother. Or maybe she would like to take him outside for a walk? The moon should be bright on this clear chilly night and he could relieve himself at one of his favorite trees in the backyard. Little brother had lapped up a large amount of water from his dish a while ago to the joy and wonderment of the guests. Pleasant memories of all the times he had released his bladder outside where he had experienced the simple pleasure of relaxing his pelvic muscles and warm urine flowing freely from his penis while the bright sun warmed his skin played in his mind. Sara, little brother noticed after returning from his reverie, is standing above him laughing. She seems to want attention from the other guests. She pats Paul on the shoulder urging him to turn around and look at something. "Look" she says while barely stifling a guffaw and then extends her index finger making it point at little brother. Or rather she seems to be pointing underneath little brother. The other guests have all turned by now. The guests' faces have all taken on either bemused or horrified looks. Little brother, allowing a little of his human cognition to return, realizes that there must be something underneath him that has attracted the attention of the guests. The muzzle of the leather puppy mask prevents him from seeing the floor below him. He must turn around to see what Sara sees. His hard knees thump loudly on the pretty hardwood floor. And turning he finally understands what has brought Big Brother's party to a screeching halt. A puddle of puppy urine shimmers like a gaberoun at the middle of a desert oasis. Little brother can only deduce that temporarily escaping into pleasant memories of urination outside caused his full bladder to leak. This does sometimes happen when he forgets to maintain control or when his pelvic muscles don't quite work right to help him keep his urine in. And it is usually fine since that is why he is kept well supplied with diapers. But Little brother had decided not to wear a diaper this evening in an effort to make the party more lively and entertaining and to please his older brother. Little brother's blood has turned to ice in his veins. Suddenly the room feels chilly. And little brother knows why his body has begun to shiver. For there standing before him is Big Brother. Big brother's normally warm and loving eyes have themselves turned to ice. His smiling and friendly countenance turned to stone. Big Brother is as still as any cemetery angel but fury is radiating from that stillness. Slowly he raises an arm to point at the kitchen. A few seconds later he speaks: Go. Retrieve the mop bucket and the mop. You will remove all of the urine from the living room floor and then after you have emptied and rinsed the mop and mop bucket fill the mop bucket with water and detergent. Then you will return to the living room and cleanse the entire floor. Is that understood? Good. You will cease puppy mode until your task is complete. When you have emptied the mop bucket again then go to bed. Big Brother turns to his guests, his smile radiating warmth once again: Come! Let us sojourn to the foyer. Yes bring your drinks. Isn't that a lovely amuse-bouche? A gentle hand on the shoulder and Big Brother has deftly moved the party to the entryway of the house. No one cast so much as a backwards glance at Little brother. Due to the leather puppy mask, no one sees the tears streaming down Little brother's cheeks. He feels his tears catching in his facial hair and then turning to steam inside the mask. They might have seen that his chest is heaving, that by his body language he is barely holding it together. But no one bothered to notice that deep emotion moved the heaving of his chest. Feelings of failure and of deep despair occupied little brother's all too human mind. Though he had tried so hard he had failed his beloved older brother. The man he looks up to. The man he so desires to be just like. Now there is nothing left but a cooling pool of yellow urine to remove from the floor in the living room. While Big Brother entertains his guests (albeit at a reduced capacity) little brother retrieves the mop and mop bucket and sets to work while feeling despair and dejection. Nothing like this had ever happened at one of Big Brother's after work gatherings. Little brother can hear Sara laughing wildly in the foyer. No doubt Big Brother has related one of his hilarious work anecdotes to her. Little brother feels certain that punishment awaits him. For this outrageous violation of dignity and for hurting his older siblings sterling reputation for holding the most entertaining of post-work gatherings, he feels a dread certainty that some stern and difficult punishment awaits him. And oh no! There would have been such joy tomorrow. Big Brother had hinted at a trip to the park. That surely now would not happen. Not after the disgrace of tonight. Little brother's heart sank in his chest. He could feel the hot organ in his chest dropping continually into his stomach. The tears wouldn't stop leaking from his eyes making it difficult to operate the mop. The guests would occasionally cast glances into the living room seeing the tall naked man in leather dog mask use a long handled mop on the beautiful parquet wooden floor. After twenty or so minutes of work the task is complete. Little brother empties the mop bucket in the mop sink which is located in the pantry just off of the kitchen. Then he rinses out the mop bucket and the mop and then returns them to their usual place of storage against the wall. He then turns, his bare feet padding damply on beautiful tile flooring and turns off the light in the pantry. Little brother returns to the living room and does as he was commanded. He prepares himself for bed. For, his bed is an old but soft camp blanket which he retrieves from the cabinet in the corner. He spreads the blanket on the floor and then doubles it up lengthways. He then retrieves one of the disposable absorbent pads from the cabinet and places it on top of the camp blanket, placing the pad squarely about where his pelvis will lie. Then, Little brother removes his puppy mask and places it inside the same cabinet where his pads and blanket are stored. The chain he unclasps from around his neck and places beside the mask. He did not observe whether or not his brother or his brother's guests observed him while he performed his nightly ritual. They most likely had not seen the handsome, boyish, bearded face which was previously hidden under the doggy mask. No one but Big Brother had seen his face in many years. Little brother supposed that the guests would see his vulnerable and despicable naked backside instead. He eased himself down onto his little bed. He heaved a long and miserable sigh from his chest and then fell fast asleep. The guests and Big Brother chatted and laughed for a long time after. The little party moved back into the living room once the floor had fully dried. The camaraderie flowed easily between these people who worked together. Some of the guests would turn a pitying glance toward the naked form on the living room floor. Of the guests, Paul's glance lasted longest. None of the raucous laughter or goings on disturbed the slumbering puppy boy on his bed. And then the house is quiet. Only the brothers remain.