Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2023 18:42:39 -0500 From: Ted McIntyre Subject: From Brother to Slave Chapter 4 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, the author does not condone such situations and/or acts. From Brother to Slave – Chapter 4 We arrived home and I parked in the garage. We both got out of the Jeep with Timothy carrying his box of new pull-ups and his clothes. "Right. Let's see how those look on you." Timothy looked like he wanted to object, but instead opened up the box and put on one of the pull-ups. "Those look much better on you. A good fit. How do they feel?" "A bit snug, Master, but alright I guess." "Snug is good. You will keep those on for the rest of the night. Let's go to the living room and wait for them to bring the papers from the lawyer's office." We entered the living room and I sat down on the sofa, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV so I could play Mario Kart. "Get my shorts open and start sucking on my cock while I play. I want you to go nice and slow. I don't want to cum for awhile." "Yes, Master." Timothy undid my shorts and exposed my cock. He then engulfed it with his mouth, with no gag reflex, and slowly moved around his tongue. It was very enjoyable to play my game while Timothy sucked on my dick. I still felt a bit upset that I could have had this ages ago, but oh well, I had it now. I got a call from Brian, "Hey Brian. Yeah, he's sucking my dick right now. Sure, we are just waiting on some papers. How about coming over about six? Cool, see you then." I then hung up. "Looks like Brian is coming over later for a blow job. More practice for you." Timothy made an agreeing sound as he continued to work on my cock. After about 15 minutes, I was ready to cum. I just placed my hand on the back of Timothy's head and shot my load. Timothy hungrily gulped it down. I redid my shorts and told Timothy to make us some sandwiches. A few minute later, Timothy came back into the living room and handed me my sandwich. "Sit on the floor. From now on, unless it's your bed, you are forbidden to use furniture." "Yes, Master." We ate in silence and then the doorbell rang. "Put on your shorts and answer the door." "Yes, Master." Timothy went to put on his shorts and then answered the door. It was the courier. I got up and walked to the door as well. "Here are the papers for you to sign," he said to Timothy. "Thank you. Do they need to be notarized?" "Yes they do. I am also a notary if you wish to sign them now." Timothy looked at me and I just nodded. "Sure," Timothy responded, "Let's go ahead and sign them." He walked over to the table near the door and signed the papers. The notary then did his job and it was all done. Legally, everything that was once Timothy's, was now mine. "Have a good day," the courier said as he left. "How does it feel, boy?" "Like a weight has been lifted, Master." "That's good." I looked at my watch. "Brian will be here shortly. Get out of those shorts and go wait in the corner of the living room." "Yes, Master." I went into the living room as well, but sat on the sofa, turned on my PS5 and started playing Mario Kart again. After about 30 minutes, the doorbell rang. "Go answer the door, Timothy. I am sure it is Brian." Timothy got up from the corner and headed to the door. I followed. Timothy reached the door and opened it and without coaching he said, "Hello, Sir" to Brian. "Wow, I like that," Brian said. "I didn't even tell him to say that. He said it all on his own. He's learning. Come on in." We all headed to the living room. "As much as I want my dick sucked, I need to piss. You said he drinks piss. Will he drink mine?" "Sure he will," I turn to Timothy and say, "You know what to do." Timothy got down on his knees and undid Brian's jeans and pulled them down a bit, along with his underwear. Brian's cock flopped out and Timothy immediately put the tip of it into his eager mouth and just held it there. "So, I just start pissing?" "Yep, that's all you have to do and he will swallow every drop, just like your cum last night." Brian relaxed and then I saw Timothy start gulping. It lasted about 90 seconds. "FUCK! That was great!" and then Brian shoved his cock down Timothy's throat, put his hands on the side of his head and started to face fuck him. Brian thrusted in and out holding Timothy's head in place. Timothy took it like a champ, never gagging once. Brian threw his head back and thrust one last time, his body convulsing as I knew he was shooting his load down Timothy's throat. Brian finally shoved Timothy away from his cock and pulled up his underwear and jeans. "I really needed that. I hope I wasn't too rough with him." "He's a slave. You can be as rough with him as you like. It doesn't matter." "It's just that my girlfriend pissed me off. She teased me all day with wanting me to have sex with her and then we get to her place and she wouldn't even give me a handjob. I just needed the release." "No explanation necessary. That's one reason I said you could use Timothy pretty much whenever you needed." "Thanks, Devon." "And Timothy, I think you should thank Brian for pissing down your throat and face fucking you." Timothy blushed with embarrassment, just what I wanted, "Thank you Brian for letting me drink your piss and to use my mouth as the cock slut I am." Brian laughed, "He called himself a cock slut." "That's because he is. As a slave, he is anything we need or want him to be. If I need him to be a cook, he will cook. If I need him to be a maid, he will clean the house. And if I want him to suck my cock, he will be a cock slut, isn't that right, slave?" "Yes, Master." "So Brian, did you want to stay awhile or were you just here for a quickie?" "I wish I could stick around and use your slave's mouth more, but I need to get home and do some homework. I guess I will see you at school tomorrow." "No problem. Call or text if you need use of Timothy's skills." "Will do." With that, Brian left. "Well, speaking of cooking, go make us dinner. I am thinking spaghetti and meatballs. Bring it to me in the living room." "Yes, Master." Timothy got up and headed to the kitchen. I went into the living room and started on my homework. About 30 minutes later, Timothy brought me my plate. "You eat in the kitchen, sitting on the floor," I told him. "Yes, Master." Timothy walked back to the kitchen. I turned on the TV to my favorite program and ate my dinner. After I finished, I called Timothy back into the living room to take my plate to the kitchen, "And when you are done with that, come back in here to suck my cock." "Yes, Master." Timothy walked into the living room just a short time later. "Before you start sucking my cock, I am going to let you know that we are going to play a game. We are going to see how long you can suck my cock before I cum. If you can make me last more than fifteen minutes, you win. You will be able to remove the pull-ups for the rest of the night. However, if you lose, you will receive ten swats with my belt for every minute under fifteen I didn't last. Sound like a fun game to you, boy?" "Yes, Master." "Good, boy. You know what to do." Timothy got down between my legs and proceeded to take down my shorts and underwear. He took them all the way off of me, so he could get better access to my waiting cock. Once he was down with that, he put his mouth around my entire cock, like he done all the times before. As always, his warm, wet mouth felt so damn good. So natural around my cock. "One very simple rule: You cannot change from how you have sucked my cock before," I told him. Timothy just continued sucking my cock, moving his tongue around as he always did. To be honest, between constant teenage horniness and Timothy's mouth work, I wasn't sure how long I could last, but I wanted to make this "game" last a little while. I sat back and just enjoyed the blow job from my former older brother. Before I knew it, the timer on my phone was going off and I hadn't cum yet. "Looks like you get to take those pull-ups off. But before you do, make me cum." Timothy went to work to make me shoot my load. ----- To Be Continued ... ----- Thank you for reading Chapter 4 of From Brother to Slave. Feel free to email me with comments, suggestions and questions. I will respond those that I feel are worthy of my time. mastertedwestfield@gmail.com P.S. Don't forget to donate to Nifty and keep a vibrant community for everyone. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html