Brother's Slave

Not much later, Brom had been stripped, except for his boxer shorts, wrists cuffed above his head and his upper body secured against the cold stone wall of the dungeon-like basement Tynan disciplined him in. Shuddering and trying to breathe a bit more lowly, against the ball gag in his mouth, Brom watched how his twin teased him with slow, almost dancing movements.

Tynan knew much too well how he would make Brom break down, begging for the smaller tiefling to come and fuck with him. But that would have to wait. First, he had to make sure his brother knew how to keep this unbelievably greedy dick of his under control, no matter if in his presence or not.

"What was that, Brom? You are sorry ?"

Whimpering, the taller tiefling nodded, just to receive a hard slap with the riding crop. Shuddering, Brom hung his head, trying to calm down. But that was impossible. After an almost daily training, his body had learned to make pain into something most pleasurable.

Tynan snickered, coming very close to his brother and licking along his twin's jawline. He could practically feel how Brom's hard on strained for release, and the knowledge that it didn't happen because of him was turning him on.

"Brother, you are so much in pain, aren't you."

Brom yelped as Tynan squeezed his hard on, making the taller twin shudder without control. He loved it when his brother had a hard hand on him, but today, it was just unbearable. Tynan was drawing the game out into infinity, as it seemed, and that made Brom almost go crazy.

The taller twin's panting grew more labored as the riding crop trailed along his heaving chest, further down along the abs, teasing each firm muscle slightly before slapping against the hugely bulging boxer shorts.

“Was that a yelp?”

Snickering in content, Tynan reached up to unfasten the ball gag, before slowly, much too slowly, pulling it out of Brom's already hurting jaw. Drool had drenched the whole black sphere, making it slippery. Thin threads still connected it to the taller tiefling's mouth and tongue.

“P-Please, Tynan...”

“How are you supposed to call me?”

“I... I'm sorry, Master!”

Sneering in content, Tynan leaned close to his brother, stroking softly along Brom's chin. The taller tiefling was helpless in the grip of those strong metal chains and shackles, which made the whole game more appealing than the average sessions they had.

His eyes trailed down along Brom's well-used, well-abused body, taking in the sight of shivering flesh and muscles, the whole pain dominating Brom's existence in this very moment. He took a shuddering breath, stroking down along his brother's neck, then even further down, until his fingers rested against Brom's left nipple.

“You know, brother... a piercing would be nice for you. A bar piercing, right here.”

Brom hadn't got any time to protest before Tynan already worked his magic. A brief yelp of pain echoed through the cold room as a shadow seemed to pierce the hardened nub, just to become solid and glint in the dim light.

“Gods, brother, I want to feel you now...”

The taller tiefling shuddered in arousal as Tynan hooked his left leg around Brom's waist. Sometimes, the smaller of the twins was able to do completely crazy contortions, mostly when he was trying to get Brom to the point of almost going crazy with need.

“Come on, Brom... let's fuck.”

With what seemed ease, Tynan had mounted his brother, now looming over his completely defenseless brother and sneering down on the helplessly shuddering tiefling. His bare backside was just inches away from Brom's still clothed member, his own hard on teasingly rubbing against Brom's chest.

After minutes of teasing, he reached down, pulling away the fabric of Brom's boxer shorts. Immediately, the taller male began shuddering at the cold air flushing against his already slick erection. It was only a question of some strategically placed stimuli to get Brom off now.

“You want to feel me twitching around you, don't you, Brom. You want to feel me squeezing you, strangling your boner until you exhausted yourself completely.”

Those words along made Brom strain and utter a low, whining sound. He was in such a tight spot now, he felt like he was about to explode if Tynan didn't fuck with him. But his brother just went on teasing him, until finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Tynan lined up Brom's steel hard shaft with his entrance and pressed down on the twitching erection.

Brom let out an almost desperate cry, bucking up into Tynan the moment he felt the tightness around his painfully hard erection. The chains gave off horrible, high-pitched sounds, making both flinch, but as soon as the tiefling twins engaged in a feverish kiss, none of them cared any longer.

The only thing mattering now was to get as much pleasure out of their stay down in the basement as somehow possible. And once more, Brom couldn't help but to love his brother and the daily dose of pain Tynan offered him.