Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 07:29:18 -0800 From: gayD Subject: Imprisoned in Mexico - Chapter 2 Hi again, That was some harsh, disgusting treatment of Johnny bride-to-be. And, final, the cute, 15-year-old, younger brother comes into the story. But how does incest develop? Does it happen lovingly and naturally? If you know the general theme of my stories, you might think otherwise. I am Bruce Darkforce at gaydic@gmail.com. I have written tons erotic porn stories. Most are too intense and too graphic to be approved for inclusion here. So they are posted on https://www.gayties.com/. (You have to join, but membership is free.) This is my first story posted here on incest on this great site (and I hope you donate here to help support it). I planned a 3-chapter outline, but I'm still working on the story direction, so tell me what you think. This story is copyrighted by GayTies.com. Imprisoned in Mexico Part 2 of 3 "My brother wrote me too?" For the second time after entering the Warden's shitty office, I had a wide-eyed smile and once again gave "the Captain," as he was called, my undivided attention. "Yeah, he did, ... a few times. Such a sweet kid. Sorry, we must read everything restricted inmates like you receive. After reading all his mail to you, I guess he's your kid brother, several years younger than you? What, ... 16 or 17? Right?" I simply said, "15," but uttered nothing else. I was just listening to every word about my little brother. "Yeah, and I understand. You are like his mentor. He really looks up to you, doesn't he?" I nodded, wondering where this was going. "I like the part where he writes about how you kept him out of trouble and, with you guys having no dad around, well, I can see that he not only thinks of you as his nurturing older brother, but he has come to depend on your being there for him. Isn't that right, Johnny?" I nodded again, drinking in every word of news about Michael. "Yeah, well, he's not only concerned about what is happening to you, he's scared shitless about what will happen to him if you don't come home soon. I take it that he's not too bright. In one letter, he asks for your advice and help about quitting school, and then he said something shocking ... well ... I guess that's too personal for me to dwell on. You can read it for yourself. Or ..." "Or? Or ... what, Sir? Where is Michael's letter?" I asked, now standing. Still naked, of course, though my erection subsided. "Or, ... would you prefer to just see him, now? He's in an adjacent room, right through that door. Gosh, he is scared and worried. Such a sweet little bubble butt twink brother you have who looks up to you for guidance and help and love. He must respect you like a God. Well, you really got one little cutie there, John Oliver." "You mean Michael is really here, and I can see him now? Oh God! Oh, fuck yes! Please, please, Sir, please let me dress and go to him. I can't wait to see him. Oh, thank you, my sweet Captain! You are the most wonderful, kindest, most magnificent man I ever met." Johnny has learned over his incarceration to use terms of endearment when addressing prison authorities. "Well, of course, he's here. Guess he came by bus. And yes, Johnny, you can see him. But I want you to continue to please me. That's the only way you can see him and the only way you will earn a reduced sentence, what we call an `adjusted sentence.' In other words, your sentence could be adjusted to zero. So ... here's the third deal we will make. You know I kept my word twice before. So, when you go through that door, you will remain as naked as you are now." Johnny immediately started shaking his head and mumbling, "No, please, no, not in front of Michael. He's only 15. He worships me. I'm his idol. Even at 15, he's not very street-wise. He's always leaning on me for support and stuff. He respects me. He admires me. I'm his big, strong older brother. Oh, please, Sir. I'll do anything but that. Oh please, my dear, sweet, most honorable Captain. My most precious, manly Captain. Oh, please." "Johnny, I told you not to argue with me. Here I am, trying to help you out and reduce your time, and you can't even give me this little tiny teeny thank-you gift? Well ... OK... I have always told you I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. That's only fair." The Captain pushed the intercom on his desk and spoke clearly to his secretary, "Eliana? Tell Michael Oliver that his brother has chosen, once again, not to see him and that there is no need for him to return in the future or even write to his brother ever again ... " "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God," Johnny mumbled in near hysteria. He'd die if he could not see his troubled baby brother. He had no choice. "I'll do it, I'll do as you say, I've got to see Michael, oh God...." I was trying not to cry again as I pleaded to be allowed to see my kid brother. "I'll do as you say. I'll be naked, whatever the fuck you want of me. Yes, fucking yes, I'll do it." After canceling his request to his secretary, the Captain addressed me again, "OK, John Oliver, OK. Calm down. And to help you keep a little dignity, I will let you go into that room alone, so I won't be there; I'll just be you and him. I interrupted the Captain with my appreciation, "Oh, thank you, my sweet Captain, thank you for allowing me that dignity in front of my brother." "However," the Captain continued, "there is a closed-circuit TV system in there, and with this monitor on my desk, as you can see, and I will be watching your every action. So I will know if you lose your erection in there." "Erection?" ... I asked, scrunching up in a puzzled frown? "Erection? In front of my little brother? Oh, God." I felt woozy from my mental images of Michael seeing me like that. I grabbed for the back of the chair for stability, feeling weak-kneed. The Captain gave me a few moments to absorb his sadistic requirement mentally by saying nothing. But my mind was abuzz with thoughts. I could say "no" and skip out on this one and only visit with my little, scared brother. But I may never see him again. I don't really have a fucking clue when I will be released. I don't know anything for sure. What if it's longer than one more year. No, no ... I can't pass this opportunity that's staring me in the face! I can do this, I must do it, I must. After battling my thoughts, I looked at the Captain and said, "Yes, Sir. I'm ready to see my brother, Sir." "Well, soon, but not yet. Seems like your dick is not ... er ... saluting me yet." The Captain joked. "So as soon as your flagpole is up `there,' I'll show you to that room." It didn't take long. The Captain has had me on the verge of climax, on and off, for over an hour now. I've wanted to climax since he forced me to get the first erection. He continued, "Yes, there you go. Now ... the rule is that you will do whatever is necessary to maintain an erection in front of your baby brother. If your dick even starts to go down, I'll come in, take you out and end your visit immediately. And... for your disobedience, I'll add another three years to your sentence. You can have 15 minutes with your baby brother under these rules. There's a clock on the wall in there, so you will know when your time is ending." He paused, and I waited for more requirements. Just as I thought, he had more to say, "Since I like to watch a lot of erotic drama on my little, closed-circuit TV here." He turned it to face me, and for the first time in 5 years, I could actually see Michael. He was leaning against one wall. Fuck, how he has grown. I still think of him as a little kid. "I'll make it more interesting, Johnny. If, during that 15-minute time limit, you somehow, ... and I don't care how, ... get your cute little sissy twink bro to take over the handling of your dick and keep it hard for you, I'll allow your visit to go on as long as he keeps your dick hard. It's up to you. I'm not going to force you to have him do fag stuff. I mean, ... if you want more time with your sweet, strait-laced, manly baby brother, you have to turn him into your personal faggot pussy boy and encourage him to play with big bro's stud meat. That's the deal. Do you accept?" The Captain was getting caught up expanding his twisted manipulations as he added, course, if his touching your dick is too high a price to pay for you to spend, maybe, ... a couple of hours together ... well, it's your call. All I see on this monitor is one adorable, lovable, and frightened kid who needs you more than anyone else." I was in a mental haze, visualizing how all this would go. How would I get my 15-year-old brother to play with my dick? Just tell him the truth? That the Captain is a sadistic queer making me stay naked and requiring my brother to touch me? All the while, I kept staring at the little color monitor and watching my brother pick his nose. He is so cute. Yes, I would do it. The Captain interrupted my thoughts again. "OK, now that the rules are clear, go ahead and work up that nice big boner for your soon-to-be faggot brother to see and play with. When you enter that room, you'll notice, as you did on the monitor, that there are no tables or chairs. The room is totally empty, so you can't hide your dick from your brother or any part of your naked body from the three cameras in there. You and Michael will both be standing." I was aggressively petting my dick. This time, it was easier to get and hold an erection. "That's just dandy, Johnny. Michael will just love playing with his big brother's fuck meat. Oh, by the way, there are two other rules: You can't mention any of my rules, such as that you must have a boner or that your behavior is ordered by me. This has to come across as all your idea. Make up your own story. I don't fucking care. Just be creative. You can't tell him anything about me except that I am a nice, kind, professional, and fair Captain. And how fair and kind I am to you and all inmates. Yes, say that a couple of times." I was playing with my now hard dick and thinking of lies to tell Michael, who has, at times, the maturity of a 10-year-old. Maybe he'll believe that this is part of a stupid joke or that it's part of a bet with my cellmates. Or ... or perhaps he might buy that I have to have an erection for medical reasons. I was tossing around all kinds of strange ideas. Then I remembered what the Captain said, there was one more rule." "Oh, yes, that. Well, Johnny, ... and I'm sure it is the last and most interesting part. If you get your little twink, sweet-lipped baby brother to suck you off and swallow your load totally, .... I'll release you in 3 days. If not, I might have to add the three years. And ... since I have faith in you, ..." The Captain pushed the intercom button again, "Elaina, would you bring in the official `Documento para Ajuste de Sentencia' form for Mr. John Oliver? Thanks." The Captain released the button and stared at me most seriously, "Now, Johnny, this is the form I can use to give you an early release. In fact, I can adjust your sentence any way I want. So, I can write in `... for immediate release...' would you like that?" Just then, Elaina opened the door and brought in the form. "You see here?" The Captain pointed to the form, written all in Spanish. "You see, there are two blank places for signatures. One is for me to sign, and the other place is for you to sign. Under Mexican law, a sentence can be adjusted only by our court. However, if you agree to the adjustment by also signing this form, then your sentence can be adjusted by me without court approval. Simple, if you agree with the adjustment to your sentence, why waste court time and costs. Right?" For the first time, what the Captain just said made perfect sense. Could I trust him? Why not? He made me several promises that he kept. After weighing all the factors in his mind, all the rights and wrongs, Johnny made the decision that he would do whatever it took to get himself out of this hell hole as soon as humanly possible, including ... seducing his precious little brother to be his fagot cock sucker. Into the room, he went, naked and carefully massaging his hard tool. "Yes, my dear sweet Captain, thank you." "I agree to my sentence being adjusted, and as soon as possible, please, my honorable Captain." Michael immediately turned to face the opening door, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" HE GASPED. "What... what... what..." There was naked Johnny in the room, beating his meat, and his brother Michael in shock. "Oh, Michael, don't mind me being naked and playing with my dick. It's just a habit one develops in prison here. It doesn't mean nothing." "The captain makes you do this?!" "No, Michael, no. The Captain is the kindest, the fairest man you could ever meet. He treats me so well. Actually, I'm the one who is the disappointment because I am starved for sex. I must have developed some degenerate issue with sex, so much so that I must stay naked for hours and play with my big dick." Johnny tried to sound convincing and serious but was seeping tears, too. "The Captain has tried to help me. He strongly suggested I come in here fully dressed and not touching myself. But the prison doctor says it's best to allow me to act out all I need, and this obsession with my dick will eventually disappear." "Michael, it is so wonderful that the Captain is so understanding and allows me this special treatment. He knows this is best for me, so he kindly looks the other way and lets me fondle my dick as the urge overtakes me, hoping my intense, disgusting desires will soon leave me." I broke down in tears, and Michael was getting scared too, so worried about his brother's sex addiction." I let out more tears of embarrassment and humiliation and apologized profusely to my baby brother, saying, "I'm so sorry to be doing this in front of you." "John, please, don't feel sad. I understand. It's a sickness. It'll pass. What can I do to help?" "Oh, Michael. I have cramps in my hands from rubbing my dick for hours. Could you .... could you ... you ...." I just could not get myself to say it. Michael only responded, "What?" "Michael, could you... you ... could you ... please rub my dick for me? I need to let my hand rest, just for a moment." He sounded sincere and asked with great hesitation. "Don't worry, it's just the two of us. No one will ever know. I just need to let my hand stop, yet have my dick fully erect. I know it sounds stupid, but ... but ..." Michael said nothing, just swallowed and put out his hand as I let go and he took over. "How is that? Am I doing it right?" I told him to go slower, easier. I did not want to mention that I needed to abort any climax, at least not climax this way. So I just told him it would feel better if he rubbed me more gently. "OK, like this? Is this better, John?" I just moaned in agreement. FUCK! I could not believe this! My brother... I mean, my very cute and sexy little 15-year-old brother was playing with my boned-up dick. I could have NEVER dreamed of such erotic taboo pleasure. AND... WE ARE BOTH STRAIGHT! It was difficult for me to concentrate on their conversation as Michael played with my huge, stiff, and now leaking boner, edging me so lightly, never stopping. But little by little, we conversed. He filled me in about Martha, our parents, and other family and friends. I soon realized that Michael's problem issues were not serious. He was never going to quit school. That was the Captain's stupid ploy. The time went by quickly, and I needed to get Michael to suck my dick in order for the Captain to grant me immediate release. It was all for the amusement of the Captain. I had been thinking how I would get my sweet innocent brother to do this faggot sex act. His 2-hour limit was nearly up. "Michael. Thank you for helping me out. I feel so embarrassed but also so relieved that you have the courage and love for me that you would give me needed sexual pleasure. Doc says that it's all part of the cure. I just need to be allowed to receive sexual pleasure in particular erotic ways." Michael listened and, of course, believed everything I told him. He felt good to help him out, even if it was in this uncomfortable sexual way. It was the least he could do for his falsely imprisoned big bro. "Michael, I am embarrassed to ask, but my time with you is almost up, and I need another favor from you. I must climax now. Will you help me to do this?" "Yes. This is all weird, but I understand. So, of course, I'll help. I jerk off all the time," Michael said. "The thing is Michael, as the doc here says, I need a higher stimulation level. A hand job will never allow me to climax. I need oral sex." There was a dead silence. Michael was just not ready for that, not even for the brother who had been so supportive all during his growing up. "If I go back to my cell, I'd have to figure out how to ask a cellmate to suck my dick. Oh, God. I just can't. I can't. They might even beat the crap out of me for asking." I started to sincerely sob out loud. I could not control myself. My Captain needed to see this kid brother suck me off, and I felt so ashamed to go along with the Captain's sadistic and cruel wishes in order to get released immediately. I would never do this for any other reason. But to go home tomorrow? Absolutely! I really did not want to have my straight brother do such an unnatural sex act, not even for his brother. But... I cried so loud he did not even hear Michael trying to get my attention. "John, ... John, ... please stop crying. I can't stand it. Please." I stopped and wiped his eyes. "John, can I just put my mouth on your dick and let you shoot and then spit it out?" "You would do that for me? Oh God. How did I ever deserve you? Yes, you can spit it out." Of course, that was a lie. My deal with the Captain was that little bro had to swallow every drop of my cum. But getting his brother to suck his dick was a good start. "Sure, just let me come in your mouth and then spit it out." Michael got down on his knees and placed my throbbing, hair-trigger, dripping dick in his mouth. To be continued..... I will upload the last chapter in a few days. Let me know your comments and how you'd like this story progress. I'm open to suggestions as I write. 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