Tutor and Brother

2. …The Brother

David was reclining on the ottoman in the greenhouse. He was feeling depressed, exhausted, and yet unrest ridden.

He couldn’t say precisely when or how, but it had become his intimate persuasion that females weren’t what he craved for, or perhaps not only females. These were dangerous thoughts indeed, because to love a man, like one would love a woman was an offence ending in the pain of death, dancing in the wind, like a common cit. Still, in the last time his interest in the male body had but increased. He’d visited the Arts School where painting was taught. He’d been fascinated with the elegant body, the beautifully stressed muscles, of the male reclining on a pedestal, posing for a “David in Repose”. He’d felt the temptation to go there, feel and touch every muscle of the man, walk his finger along the male’s backbone. He’d felt small droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. He’d left in haste.

Then there were the nights. Many a night he’d fallen asleep only after he’d masturbated and comforted his hungry body with pictures of himself in the arms of his…and here came the greatest abomination of all…his mind shied away each time. Yet, each time the picture would turn more insistent and colorful in his mind. It was his twin. He imagined his twin taking him, controlling him, and loving him, intimately, leisurely, entering him in long, hard trusts, whispering softly to him. It was no new fantasy. It had started long ago, and he still thought many times about his dominant brother. His dominant brother whom he still felt like protecting and comforting, as several times such an air of despair, want and something else seemed to haunt him.

It was a lie that twins could read the thoughts of the other. Or, they were indeed cursed. Because, like in a wicked charm, when they’d reached adolescence his brother’s mind had turned into a closed book for him, and continued to be that impenetrable wall years thereafter with them turned to men a long time ago.

He’d watched his brother today. Cedric had been tense, his body giving the impression of shuddering from time to time, and his face became either redder or paler by the moment, as time went by, with brief moments of showing relaxed traces. At luncheon, their tutor had mocked Cedric and told him that if he felt all jittery, maybe it would be best to retire, and plague with his edgy attitude only himself, as he expected more composure from his students. He’d sipped some wine as if his remark was nothing more or less than something expected. Cedric had swallowed the reprimand with head bent, and cheeks taking a dangerously red color. Slate grey eyes had watched him closely, while David had looked also inquiringly at his brother. Cedric had straightened his shoulders and with an icy smile had excused himself.

Then supper had been only a silence-pregnant affair. Cedric had asked for supper in his rooms, and the tutor had taken something to eat and a glass of wine in haste, and retired, leaving David to his own devices. David had come here, into the greenhouse, to reflect on all that troubled him on the ottoman. He already had a half-formed decision in his mind. He would talk to his brother one of these days and then leave for the Continent. He’d heard that Italy and Greece, and indeed further on the Orient was a bit more tolerant about particular tastes like his. He intended to leave for those far-away shores, and perhaps find another male with whom he could indulge in his lusts. Anyway, his brother, born an hour before him was the heir and the one with the duty to provide for the line. It wasn’t him, and he felt thankful. At least the traditions and family were not in danger. He had postponed talking to his brother also because he couldn’t quite make up his mind yet. He couldn’t decide whether to talk or not to his brother about his love and lust.

Next morning his brother looked pale and exhausted himself. David inwardly sighed and postponed the discussion, yet again.

“Are you leaving today as usual, brother mine?”
“Now, where did this interest suddenly come from”, Cedric asked in turn, trying to maintain the casual conversational tone.
His brother just shrugged. ‘Question, nothing more, don’t make too much of it.”
‘But I do” was David’s mental reply, as his lips remained closed. In this elapsed week strange occurrences had made him decide to rest awhile and absent himself from his ladybird who’d anyway ease his body without him actually finding completion. The strange occurrences had everything to do with the manor, with his brother…and someone else whom he’d yet to identify. And now, his brother asked him if he planned on leaving like usual. He intended to pretend leaving, and then return. His decision had been taken on Sunday’s eve.

On that particular evening, he’d imbibed a lot, and went to bed quite soon. Somewhere in the night he thought he’d heard strange sounds. A man’s scream wonton, pained and then silence. He’d run to his brother’s bedroom, and then to the tutor’s just to find them empty. He’d raced through the entire house, the greenhouse, the gazebo and gardens. He’d returned figuring it had been his imagination. Only, that next morning his brother had dark circles around his eyes, and had answered his questions monosyllabically. The tutor had showed later in the morning as composed and relaxed as usual. On his suggestion they three should make a ride, the tutor had cheerfully agreed, and his brother had curtly declined. And then it had happened…the thing that had determined him to fake his leave today, only to return later. The tutor had looked at his brother. His brother had turned white as a sheet, bowed his head a brief second…it had been a matter of seconds. If he hadn’t been so alert without knowing why, he’d missed it altogether. Since then he’d watched both carefully, spying every gesture, word, eye move of the two. He’d come to the conclusion that something was strange, not amiss perhaps, but strange. And now, he prepared to deceive in order to gain the truth. He had the feeling that his brother was in some sort of danger, and he’d decided to find out.

He was even more obsessed with finding out what was going on, as it had somehow to be also about their tutor. He shared his brother’s admiration for their guardian, but he’d never felt that love his brother seemed to show to the tutor. In his mind, their tutor was the man attracting and repelling him at the same time. Their tutor with rugged features, bronzed skin, and raven hair was a mystery to him. His entire being seemed to talk about dark secrets and earthly pleasures. Yet, he felt sometimes burning and cold next to him, which made him try avoiding him as much as possible. And, if he wasn’t wrong, if his tutor had done something to his brother…then…then…he’d show his brother he weren’t afraid, and they would both deal with him. Their father’s will had left them under William’s guardianship till reaching twenty and four. There were two more years, but together, he felt certain, they could foil whatever plans his tutor had on his brother.

So, he saddled his horse, and went away. He decided to return in the afternoon, when dusk and evening were melting, enter unseen and spy what happened during his absence of two days, which was an established ritual by now.

He’d arrived at the time he’d chosen, only to find the entire manor draped in dark shadows. No move in or outside the manor. He’d looked to the large glass windows long time, only then noticing a flicker at the windows of William’s room. He’d let himself in only to be even more surprised. No servant was in the entire house. Not even Cook in the kitchen. He’d gone to the first floor, and headed for the tutor’s rooms. And then he’d heard it…a scream, like the one he’d thought he’d dreamt of, followed by other sounds. He carefully restrained his steps. And went with silent steps further, and reached their tutor’s room. He’d shoved his head in the room, only to see it just as empty like that night a week ago. But now, a door was opened in the wall. And then…his eyes, his mind, his entire body reeled. He felt glued to the floor, gone crazy, and yet in the grip of demented lust.

In a mirror he saw his brother. His helpless brother tied naked on a sort of table, and their tutor walking patient hands on his body, pinching, twisting, stroking. He made a quick step forward, but then, reconsidered and hid further in the shadow, taking in the scene. His brother strained his muscles, his body, yet any possibility of movement was denied to him, his head was turning left and right, and as his face rested for brief seconds facing the mirror in which David watched biting his lips, David ceased breathing. His brother’s face was of a strange beauty in the grip of pain and pleasure, cheeks flushed, blue eyes turned to slits, full red lips…and then he turned his head again. He stood there stoned. He could not move. It was far beyond what he’d imagined. And calling on anyone, someone to help would have meant to condemn his brother, along with the tutor, or not? He whispered a silent “oh Cedric, why haven’t you told me anything. When, how had it happened without me noticing?” And then he heard the voice of the tutor, soft, understanding, and yet so cold and punishing.
“Well, my beautiful boy, are you ready for our next step? I’m still sorely displeased with you for last week, and for Sunday, and for the other, should we call them small ‘mishaps’ you had. All the time, flaunting that beautiful body of yours in front of me, and your brother you keep lusting after. I confess I’m jealous my beautiful pleasure boy. And you are going to pay for it. Payment and discipline always before the pleasure my favorite toy.”
David still couldn’t move. It was as if he’d grown roots. His brother lusted after him? Then why…why…? He swallowed hard and continued watching.

William had taken something in his hands, and now prepared to apply it on his brother.
“Master, not the gag, I’ll be good, I’ll scream no more.”
“But you just screamed David. You still don’t have the discipline I so hard try to ingrain into you. Don’t worry. You’ll learn. We already tried without the gag on Sunday. And today, has just shown you haven’t learned yet. Besides, I feel need for silence. I need to concentrate on your body. Your screams would be a nice diversion. But still a diversion we don’t need when you have to focus on discipline and me on training your body.”
Then he’d watched as his tutor laid the gag next to Cedric’s head, and opened his trousers. He’d gripped Cedric behind the nape and kept his head slightly bent up. “First I need to come, my pretty. Suck me”.
Cedric had dutifully sucked the male organ, till the tutor came with a shudder. The tutor let Cedric’s head fall back on the wooden rack. His brother was breathing shallow.
“You’ve done well. Open your mouth again.”
Cedric had opened his mouth without further protest and the tutor gagged him. Then he took some strange item, and started pushing it between Cedric’s thighs. Only Cedric’s contorting body, his arching movements told of the torment. No sound was to be heard. Yet David felt pinned into place. He felt like suffocating and screaming out loud at the same time. And, after the tutor had finished pushing whatever it was, he started applying a thin belt on his brother’s thighs and between thighs. Tiny whimpers came out, sighs, his brother’s chest rising together with harsh in-breath and out-breath. David forgot himself, and like released from a spell, stormed inside. He walked noticing amazed and with crazed going mind, the lavishly decorated room he’d had to cross in order to find himself on the threshold of the torture chamber.
“Stop, release him, for God sakes now!”
Two pairs of eyes turned astonished to him.
His brother’s eyes were wide open, terrified, while their tutor’s played devilishly in his face.
“Oh, now why would I want to do that David? Who are you to order me?”
David gaped. Indeed, he had no real power.
“Are you going to threaten me with your going to authorities? Stupid boy, you couldn’t do it, even if you wanted it. Then again, maybe first you should ask your brother if something here happens unwillingly. I forgot! He can’t answer right now, can he”, replied the tutor with a chilling smile in voice and face.
He turned to the still shocked looking Cedric, and slightly pushed at his nuts with the handle of a whip thrown carelessly near his body on the rack. Cedric made futile attempts of calming his instinctively twisting body.
The tutor smiled, and went straight to David, keeping same whip in his hands. Once in front of David, he made a step aside.
“Look Cedric. Your brother’s hard on…he’d been watching, don’t you think”, at the same time he slowly let the handle glide now on David’s trousers, on his groin and between the thighs.
‘You bloody bastard, I and my brother trusted you, you had no right to…” David stepped aside from the intimate yet distant touch.
“I had no right? What do you know of your brother, of me, for that matter you studious bookworm, cunning little weasel…”
The tutor stopped mid-sentence seething. They both stood facing his tied brother whose eyes had started filling with tears.
Suddenly the tutor went to the wall and picked a cruel looking whip with many tongues and knots knitted into them.
He didn’t even turn to David as he addressed him in a quiet, collected voice.
“Undress now or I’ll whip your brother for as long as it takes for you to get undressed and then some more.”
David tried to regain composure. To stop breathing like he’d been running hundred miles, all the while his mind racing for a solution, a way out, and then the whip swished in the air and fell on his brother’s chest.
His mind went to pieces as his brother’s body struggled in his bonds, eyes clouded with tears and no sound getting past the gag.
David realized he’d fallen in a trap of his own devise. And, his brother had started paying the piper for his unwillingness to disrobe. He started taking off his clothes with precise, cold and calculated movements, swiftly. Another swish he’d heard, but had not looked. The tutor had not turned head, yet the whip had been laid aside, and now he was stroking Cedric, soothingly, while giving further orders to David.
“David, I want you to go to the wall in front of you, and put that manacles around your wrists.”
David did as ordered making a slight bend around the table and secretly touching the hair of his brother in a caress meant to send comfort. After the two lashes with that whip, he’d no doubt that the tutor would continue, if denied. He’d gone, and tied himself, facing the tutor and the rack.
The tutor made a few steps back, and surveyed the room. The two brothers were both indeed beautiful specimens. And the bulge in David’s trousers quite promising, and it kept looking so even now. Then he looked amused at his willing partner, love and student. Well, unexpectedly, he could gift his lover with the fulfillment of his desire. And, then posses both, quenching jealousy, and having share in the pleasures that could be given by both bodies now exposed to his hungry eyes.
“Listen both, and listen well. Tonight, you Cedric have learned that your reckless brother loves, and desires you. That erect penis of his speaks more than thousand words”. Cedric had closed eyes, silent tears glistening on his long, almost feminine looking lashes. It was the tutor mused for a second, his only feminine trait. “And you David, you learned that your desire is shared by your brother here. I’ve no doubt you’ve heard that Cedric was just absolving his punishment for making me jealous with his dreams about you. Make no mistake you two. Even understanding your mutual desire, it doesn’t mean I shall prove lenient. Or rather, let’s say my leniency will depend on your willingness of bowing to my will.”
“Deceitful, shabby bastard, you filthy…” David stopped abruptly his insults. While maintaining eye contact with him, William had again raised the whip letting it fall on Cedric’s body, carelessly, without looking.
“I never told you, you were free to comment while I’m not finished. Now, where were we?”
“David, you shall be allowed to be with your brother, provided that, as of Friday, oh my, that is tomorrow, isn’t it, you shall start your lessons along with your brother, with me. You shall do what I ask, however I ask, and when I ask, without comment. You shall learn to submit, just like your brother. I’ve no need of your body and services but Fridays’ till Sunday. You shall change your habits. In this time, you shall stay in these rooms with me and your brother, attending my needs.”
“Cedric, you may have your brother all the time. Only when I call and have need of you, you shall not be allowed to touch him. From Friday to Sunday, you my pretty boy shall help me in training him. No comments, no questions, no protests, and…no pleas. Otherwise you shall both be more severely punished than the training would require. I believe it was good what happened today. I always felt…say guilty for failing to train your brother as well?” He addressed a wide cruelly satisfied smile to Cedric.
‘If you both fail to agree, I will be the one going to authorities, saying I caught you together and locked you in this room for you to be found. Naked, marked and used and who would naysay me, as anyway, dear David, your brother here, made the mistake of going to a brothel, and using a boy there. A boy he had watched being whipped. I’m certain, the Madame, or other greedy creature from the brothel would testify if need be. Well?”
David had watched surprised his brother. His brother, cheeks burning, tears falling from his closed eyes, just lay there on the table, like a sacrifice. He closed his eyes as well, and then raised them looking firmly into the tutor’s eyes.
“Who could guarantee you, that given the occasion, I won’t turn you in?”
“Stubborn little boy, are you now?” It’s really an easy question. If your brother hadn’t been so stupid, by the way, no fear David, I’ve punished him nicely for this blunder, I wouldn’t have whom to ask to speak in my defense. But as it is…oh well, I intend on leaving you here locked anyway. It’s for you to decide if I leave you locked to share confidences”, he grinned “or share confidences expecting the sheriff and the parson together with the judge. Anyway, I’d planned on going to London. I’ll just make a short visit to a certain place. You see, I need an affidavit…” The words hanging in the air had a clear message. David bowed defeated his head. His dear, stupid brother! “I agree. You have my word of honor that no one, ever, will learn about you. And I willfully submit to your will.”
“Good.”
He then returned to the bound and gagged Cedric.
“I shall untie you now. I’ll leave you alone with your brother, as I’m sure, you have a lot to talk about. But first, when released, you shall kneel down on the carpet, knees spread, and take me inside you and shall pleasure me. Understood?”
Cedric nodded face burning with shame and anguish for his brother.

It had been hours since they stood locked in the secret playroom. Hours in which Cedric told him about the past four years, and all that had happened, explaining humbly to David about his desires, needs and the strange fascination and love connecting him with the tutor. David had understood but one thing. That his brother had wanted him and fallen into a trap, one that had cost him dearly and still did. He caressed his brother’s body, amazed that no real harm seemed to have been done, past the hurt he’d witnessed. He’d tried comforting his brother, and they had finally, slowly, hesitantly and willingly shared their bodies. David had lain on his back, knees pushed up, and taken Cedric inside him, giving silent mewling sounds. Then Cedric had asked David to have him, and had turned on his face, giving David access to his body. Right now, Cedric was again making long slow movements in and out of his brother’s body, until he fell again spent, embracing him tenderly.
“I, I never thought we could share this. I know, it is monstrous, yet it has a beauty just as frightening, doesn’t it? And I feel at peace, no matter what comes, because I have you, my brother, my love,” Cedric commented brushing lightly David’s disheveled hair.
David laid a hand on Cedric’s waist. “Ced, tell me, tell does it… I mean, how it is when…” his voice trailed off.
Cedric watched him carefully, grasping for the right words. “It’s strange. I fear it a lot, and I tremble inside till I’m there. Then I can no longer think. I just wait for the next moment of pain that calls exquisite pleasure with it, or right after it. I turn into a creature wonton of pain and pleasure. Never sure whether I like more to bear or to dream about inflicting it, while my world takes the scent of fulfilled lust”
“Dream of inflicting it?” he raised inquiring eyes at his brother. Cedric knew without being told what his brother thought about.
“Last weak, that stupid mistake had me turned on. Yet I never touched the whip. I just stood there, watching with my other friends. Only at the end, I could no more, and had to take the boy.” He paused for a second, and then looked full in the eyes of his brother. “In my mind he had taken your face, and that’s why I wanted him all the more.”

They stood embraced in silence for a long time. And then David started sucking his nipples, taking the fine buds in his mouth, laying lingering kisses on his body, going slowly down, to his groin, his hands stroking the length of his brother’s body, making him aroused by the second, sucking his hardened aching shaft, licking the pearly drops, and then kneeling back turned and knees spread to be taken by Cedric. As Cedric entered him with a released sigh, David let his head fall on Cedric’s shoulders, whispering softly in a tenderly begging voice “I want you to ready me for William, Ced. I want to gift you for all the years you suffered in silence. Use me, whip me, I want to remember the feeling from when we were canned in childhood under your hands, not his first.” Ced shuddered inside his brother’s body, and spent himself holding tightly to his brother’s body. He gave no answer. Yet David knew, and waited.

They’d fallen asleep and woke up still dazed. They’d made use of the bathroom and then of the cold dishes and wine the tutor had left in his bedroom for them. They’d tried again the door, knowing it closed, yet suffering of not being able to leave the confines of their tutor’s chamber suite. By now, David knew the whole story, and felt nothing but admiration for his brother, and shame for being spared so long.
Cedric took him on the shoulders and asked “Are you sure you want me to?”
“Yes”, he whispered ashamed, apprehensively, and yet hardly waiting to feel it.
Then Cedric made him lay on the bed, gripping the same ropes he used. He’d lashed his brother softly making him more aroused, and less to feel hurt. David had known already on the first stroke of the whip that his brother couldn’t do it. Not really, and yet he closed eyes, waiting for the next, and next. Soon he was moaning, and writhing, but it was pure lust and pleasure of being possessed and controlled by his brother, the rest played in his imagination as the whip only caressed his back. He came, back arching, pleasured beyond relief by the fingers of his brother inside him.

Day was turning into afternoon, and then, of a sudden, David whispered apprehensively “he’s about to return, isn’t he? And it will be nothing like you’ve done”. Cedric just nodded, his mouth suddenly going dry.
The time ticked away as they stood there, fully clothed again, as Cedric had insisted, embraced, watching for William and the sound of him in shared silence, fear and yet aroused by the wild ideas and images of their minds.