Tutor and Brother

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3. Unwilling Witness, Reluctant Apprentice…

William had returned with a tray of cold supper ready for all of them. The air in the room seemed to crackle as he led cheerfully a discussion with the two, on irrelevant frivolous topics. The brothers, took part absentmindedly nodding at whatever William had to say. Then William stated firmly.
“Well, as you both don’t seem too hungry, why not start the lessons?” His voice was casual, as if it meant nothing more than that. “Both go, undress, and wait kneeling in the playroom facing each other. We’ll enter together the other. I trust you both have cleaned yourselves?”
They nodded and headed for the playroom. William had to smile. They had unconsciously reached and taken the others hand in a warm encouraging grip. It amused and angered him, as he’d tried so much to make Cedric see his love. What could a young pup like his brother offer more or better than he? The young pup would never be able to understand the deep needs of Cedric. Or, if pushed in the right direction could he? Time would tell. A time he had to satisfy his own needs and dark desires.

They stood there hearts pounding, minds numb and yet aroused. They both knew, the mirrors now reflected four of them kneeling, heads bent, penises aroused for the man who’d enslaved one, and now prepared to conquer also the other.

“Cedric, as you are already somewhat trained, you’ll go first. Go and stay facing the Andrew’s Cross.”
Cedric rose from his kneeling position, bowed respectfully before the Master and went in the torture chamber, head held high.
“David, you’ll join me, and fetch along whip number 3. It’s in the cabinet over there. From the drawer, take out the box and bring also the cane. I’m sure you’re going to recognize it.” He’d stood, but failed to bow like his brother. A hand gripped him sharply on his groin. “Bow slave.” Eyes burning with anger and shame, groin aching he’d bowed feeling needles of tears forming in his eyes.

When he’d entered the torture chamber, William was near the cross, massaging gently Cedric’s shoulders, whispering comforting words, stroking his hair. Then his hands went down the sides of Cedric’s body, gently gliding, to meet on his buttocks, repeating the soft kneading and slightly inserting a finger in his anus.

All the time, Cedric stood with hands clasped behind his head, feet slightly spread, not moving, not giving a sound from him facing the cross. Then William nudged him forward a bit more, making him lean on the cross. He cuffed his hands, and then his ankles. David just stood, straight like a candle, with the whip in one hand, the cane in the other. Cedric sent him a tiny uncertain smile and closed his eyes. He heard steps. His Master was now again behind him. He felt the tails of the whip resting across his back. His body tensed, and then relaxed as his mind tried to prepare for what was to come. William had many a time tied him there and used the whip. Today, though, it was going to be very different, and that’s what the Master had whispered so softly in his ears, caressing him and turning him on. He’d whispered about the whip falling on his shoulders, on his buttocks and thighs, asking him to take it like the beautiful pleasure boy he’d taught him to be.

Whereas before the cross had been used only to arouse him to unknown heights, today it would be used also for what it was meant. A means of punishment, of suffering, and he was to take all of it, to please his master. And then, he was supposed to assist in William’s ‘teaching’ of his brother. He couldn’t imagine doing it, yet there was no way out. His muscles tensed as he tried to focus on taking each step as it came during today’s session.

William had gone to David. He could hear it. He continued to keep his eyes closed. Then, he heard a swish in the air…a moment of hair-rising silence and David’s scream of pain and surprise. He opened his eyes. David was bent over William’s knees, his palms on the ground, his legs opened by the hand William had put between his thighs, grasping his shaft, as his head was thrown back in a grimace of pain, shame and unwilling aroused lust. Another swish, and now he witnessed how William applied the cane for the second time on David’s buttocks. He was surprised, as he hadn’t heard William say how many he was going to apply…

David was squirming in their tutor’s lap, managing only to increase the friction of his penis in William’s hand, fact which had already started to send mixed messages to his body. William increased the pressure of his hand on David’s penis a bit more, and then let the cane fall again. An eerily keening sound resounded in the room.
“Now, David, please try to pull yourself together. I really would hate to gag you right now”. William’s voice was calm, dispassionate.
“I’ll say it to you, as I said it to your brother. You shall pay attention and say ‘yes sir’ after each finished sentence. Am I clear enough for you?”

A swish and the cane making again contact with David’s buttocks.
Another swish.
“I was expecting an answer David”.
“Ooohh…yeeeessss, siiiirrr” was whispered the painfully trembled reply.
“Very well, then, let’s start again”.
David’s shoulders tensed, expecting the next stroke.
“You boy, will obey me in everything, and learn to exercise your lusts in a disciplined manner”.
“Yes sir”.
“You and your brother will learn to cultivate your baser needs only with me or with each other”.
Swish. Crack. Howl of pain.
“Yes sir.”
“You shall never talk to anyone about your experiences”.
“Yes sir”, tiny voice laced in tears.
“You shall not find release, nor spend yourselves save when I say so in these rooms”.
“Yes, yes, sir”, the voice was by now drowned in tears falling silently to the stone floor.
The cane was applied once again, as the hand massaging his penis stroked insistently on the head of his penis. David gave a last sigh of mixed pain and pleasure, as his master’s voice ordered “spend for me now”, as William’s hand gave the decisive stroking caress to make him come. He convulsed over the knees of this tutor, and spent himself, eyes closed and breath shallow. William rose abruptly from the chair, and David fell into a heap at his feet.

William looked at the other boy tied to the cross. He was looking with large, shining, glittering eyes at his brother. His penis was aroused, and he gasped silently, making slight unconscious movements with his hips.
David had recollected and propped on an elbow, on the floor he looked at his aroused brother on the cross, and at the tutor who stood like a Nemesis between them. He had the feeling that the tutor would finally be their undoing.
“David, go and cuff yourself with those chains over there, facing us.”
He stood and did as told. In this room, or the other for that matter, there was no place left for arguments or pleadings. Everything would have been in vain, anyway, attracting just plain more suffering. Where was the love in all this? He just couldn’t understand. It was a far way from wild fantasy to the reality their tutor had created. He really shouldn’t have been here, looking and lusting for what had happened and what was about to happen to his brother.

William positioned himself behind Cedric. He removed the whip from Cedric’s back, and let it glide playfully along his body.
“I want you now to show your brother how brave you are. Count them for me.”
Cedric didn’t answer. Nor was any reply expected.
The whip again glided tenderly along his body, and all his muscles screamed in silence preparing for the first blow. A hand gripped between his buttocks and stroked his engorged shaft. He gave a tiny, unwilling sigh of pleasure.
The hand left his dripping shaft, and went on the buttocks, stroking and kneading first one, and then the other. The other hand glided with the whip in it on his shoulders, and drew in a lingering caress the tongues with knots on his body, and Cedric pressed himself aroused to the cross more tightly. Cedric whimpered, afraid and yet anxious to feel the first punishing blow, as William gave him a last comforting kiss on the cheek.
“One.”
And it started. David struggled in his knots in the same rhythm with his brother on the cross. Just as Cedric before, he felt aroused, looking at his brother’s arching body, at his muscles straining in the bonds, as Cedric held his eyes closed and kept counting, counting in a litany the blows of the whip. He, David, could count no more. Before his eyes was only his brother, and the beauty he displayed in his suffering. He wanted his brother, wanted to comfort him, to take the ache, to be inside his brother…He wriggled in his cuffs and a moan escaped his lips.

It ceased at the fifteenth blow. William untied his brother, and embraced him, as his brother leaned himself in William, rubbing his body against William’s clothed frame. William guided him and bent him over the wooden table, Cedric’s hands gripping convulsively at the wood. William’s hands separated his buttocks and his fingers entered Cedric in one push, as he ordered to be told what Cedric now desired.
“I…I want you inside me master, please, enter me, and give me permission to release.”
Cedric’s voice was burning, hot, longing and pain filled.
“Are you watching David?”
William just opened his trousers and entered Cedric making him yell with want and pleasure. Cedric was mumbling uncontrollably, making frenzied moves with his hips, as William slapped his buttocks, penetrating him deeper and deeper. His brother gave from him keening moans, tortured sighs and then he started begging for own release. “Not yet”.

William glided out of Cedric’s body and turned the hot body on his back. His hands started rubbing Cedric’s aroused shaft and swollen balls. Cedric raised his hands to grip the hips of his tutor, trying to prevent further torment, and futilely struggling to entice William into taking him to release. William just gripped Cedric’s hands above his head, wrists one upon the other, and tied them with a rope. He then tied to the table Cedric’s legs, while Cedric kept moaning and breathing shallower by the minute, with legs bent, wide open tied to the table and his groin exposed. All the way Cedric hadn’t fought him and delivered himself to the tutor’s hands.

He was now whimpering desperately, his lips half open, eyes turned to slits, his voice engrossed in shameless begging. William started masturbating him, slowly, with lazy persistent motion, interrupted by surprise shifts of the hand, and the soft, frustrating squeezing at the root, when Cedric was close to coming. It went on indefinitely. The short moments of respite between the squeezing of Cedric’s root, and the resuming of the game making David sigh relieved for the brief respite granted to his brother. It was terrible, and yet he could not move his eyes. Each time his root was squeezed, Cedric gave a mournful sigh of protest, raising his head, and trying to look imploringly at his Master, just to fall exhausted again. Soon, he’d started screaming at the briefest move of his Master’s hand indicating that the game would be started anew again, and again and again. His brother was no longer but a shivering, aching, arching body, tormented by the demanding and arousing caresses. His brother by now screamed his need incessantly asking for relief, the only words he seemed to know being just “please, please, please Master”.

William continued to arouse him, bringing him to unknown heights, denying relief in the last second. One hand still playing the painfully arousing game, William took a fine belt in his hand and, when Cedric was readied yet again to spend himself, William applied but a single, soft stroke on his penis. Cedric came with teeth clattering in his mouth, his entire body surging upwards. He came, and came, yelling, eyes closed as he felt like falling in an endless pit. His screams and moans a single chant as he turned head and body as much as ties would allow from one side to the other, while semen flowed between his thighs, wetting his stomach and thighs. Then he just lay there spent and content, as the world seemed to return to its usual spin.

David fell limp in his bonds. William just turned and left them both there. Slowly, Cedric came to himself, meeting the eyes of his brother. David gazed at him with burning eyes. In them was a wealth of lust, fear and love for the boy bound still in that obscene position to the table. Cedric bit his lips and started “David, I,…”
“Don’t say a word Ced. I understand. Do you think…?” he couldn’t continue. He was too scared when he thought about William’s return. He started again. “Do you think he’ll take you again? Why hasn’t he untied you?’
Cedric looked at him attentively. “I’m never freed before he returns”, and then he considered and said as an afterthought. “You must be very brave now David. He’ll come for you.”
“You liked it, didn’t you? I mean, what he has done to you?”
Cedric didn’t answer for an apparently long time. “Yes. It’s what he made me be. Now, sometimes I even fear I would never again be able to get pleasure else.”
David bowed his head, biting his lips. What answer could he give? “But, yesterday evening, and today, before he arrived, you found pleasure with me.”

Cedric regretted for a second that his position prevented him from showing his mocking face to David. “And, how are you so sure I wasn’t aroused already by the idea of what was to come on his return? And have you not gripped the ropes and stood there for me to whip you? And haven’t I been aroused seeing how he caned you and made you come right after that? Oh, David, you’re still such a naïve pup. As for really answering your question I don’t know. I don’t have how, as long as he keeps me in his bounds.”

Silence fell over the room. Have there passed hours, or minutes? They didn’t know.
William entered the room and released Cedric who felt sore and aching first, and then David who showed increasing discomfort at having his hands bound above his head.
“Cedric, take David to the bedroom, and tie him face down on the bed.”
Cedric complied without question or protest. He took his brother by the shoulders and went with him to the bedroom. He made him lay on the bed, and bound him spread-eagled, face down. “Be brave David. Fear not. It won’t kill you, and think about the pleasure to come at the end.”
David nodded.

“Cedric, pick a whip of your choosing and start administering discipline to your brother. I feel tired and still need to rest.”
David opened his eyes, a mocking smile on his lips. Cedric’s face looked paler than the moonlight, and his mind exploded. He didn’t feel able to do it. It was what he’d feared most, despite the mind games played by his desires and fantasy. He even took a deep breath to protest. That occasion was not granted to him.
“If you fail in choosing a proper whip, and apply discipline as it should be, I promise Cedric, you’ll wish you’d done it when I finish with him and then with you. You both must learn to behave like men.”

Cedric went to the cabinet and picked the French whip with trembling hands, praying only it would satisfy William. It had a short handle and short tongues. It was painful, efficient, and left no marks, just raised welts. However, properly employed it meant increasing pain for the victim with each blow.

He returned, and presented it to Master. Master nodded approvingly. Then he bent over his brother and whispered softly.
“Sorry David. It’s for the best.”
He raised his hand, and let the tongues of the whips fall on his brother’s buttocks. David screamed, twisted in his bounds trying to wrest himself free. He waited but a second and delivered the second blow. David’s shriek was heart wrenching.
“You, milksop! Shut up, or I’ll have Cedric gag you. I want to rest and admire your body, not hear these useless bawls you’re making. It won’t help you any, so try being a man.”
David had started gasping desperately. Cedric was delivering the blows one each minute. That’s what he’d counted already in the brief respite. Another blow, as he bit his lips and only moans exited his mouth. Soon he was writhing, moaning, gasping shallowly, as tears fell on the satin sheet.
“Stop, enough for now. Comfort your brother Cedric.”

Cedric let the whip fall from his hand and bent over the bound frame of his brother, slightly caressing strained, tense shoulder muscles, his back, licking the traces left by the whip, his hands parting the cleft of David’s buttocks and his fingers starting to lightly penetrate stroking comfortingly his brother. David was now an arrow of lust and want of release. He had to admit that despite pain and shame, he’d been erect during the whipping, and kept on being so.

“You’re not to come David. Cedric, you are not allowed to let him come. In fact, untie him. He already had enough comfort. Turn him on his back.” Cedric squeezed his brother’s root gently, with apology in his eyes, and then untied him, just to turn him on his back, as ordered.
“I’m going to use your brother now. You may encourage him, you may comfort him, but all the same, you’ll keep him down, you’ll not allow him to move.”
“But Master…”
“I said no protest and questions in this room Cedric.” His master measured him. Then he waved with his hand and shrugged with his shoulders. “Oh very well, considering what’s to come, you may ask any question or protest as you wish. I have need of you, so I’ll grant you this favor.”
“Master, when you took me into training you didn’t take me so harsh. Why don’t you train David as you did me?”
David stood there, hands spread on his sides with legs open and daring not to move, watching the discussion.

“I have no time to train him. I want his body, I lust after his body, after his pain and the pleasure he’ll give me, but I’ll not waste that much time. He has a lot of ‘subject-matter’ to recover and I don’t feel like easing him into his duties as I did you. And, for this answer you’ll do me now the favor of applying those delicious tiny clamps alone to your nipples. You’ll return then, and help me further with your brother. I repeat sweet boy, I have no need of his body. I just prepare him, you’ll have him.” Again Cedric rose from the bed, went to the drawer and took out the ‘delicious clamps’. He went in front of his Master and there he applied first one, then the other, gasping softly each time. His master smiled satisfied, and twisted them lightly, eliciting a loader moan.

“Right. Now, stay by his head, don’t allow him to struggle and twist by pushing his shoulders down, and watch.”
He went on the bed, at his brother’s head and gently gripped his shoulders. David looked at him with glazed eyes. “Brother…”
“Shh, David, be brave, please.” It was spoken softly, and David had really the feeling that he didn’t actually hear Cedric, but guessed from his lips.
Suddenly his body tensed and he tried to struggle free. Cedric pressed his shoulders down, only David’s hips managing to surge upwards in a vain attempt at escape.
“David, please, try not to move, it’ll just hurt you more.” Again his brother’s loving voice.
David gave a sharp sob, struggling not to move his hips again.
Master gave a sound of discontent and continued pushing, past the endurance capabilities of David. He had pushed the first diamond, and was now at the second. Cedric watched, biting his own lips. “Two, David, there are still three…You’re doing fine love.” His hands were gripping spasmodically his brother’s shoulders. David kept whimpering, murmuring and protesting his pain.

When all five diamonds were inserted, William attached clamps to his nipples and started twisting them, making the boy shiver, whimper and beg for him to cease what he was doing. William simply ignored his pleas, and started rubbing almost cruelly his shaft. Soon, David was caught in conflicting sensations, as the round shaped and polished diamonds had started pressing on his prostate, sending shivers of arousal in his entire body.
“David, I and Cedric will untie you now. I want you to position yourself kneeling in the middle of the bed, knees spread. Understood?”
“Cedric, when untied, after he kneels, cuff his hands behind his back and support him.”
Both nodded.

David arranged himself kneeling, as his body was in the grip of a strange pleasure, making small helpless sounds. He felt weak, and yet lava flowed through his body. His brother went kneeling right behind him, cuffed him, and then put his arms around his brother’s waist, murmuring soft encouragements in his ears.
“You’re doing fine brother. If only you’d have time to watch yourself…You look splendid, so desirable. Watching you makes me want you all the more.”

Then Cedric raised his head and met the eyes of William. The grey slates had golden chips of lust in their mirror, and suddenly, as William positioned himself to start taking out the diamonds, Cedric understood his intention. He started playing with the clamps on his brother’s nipples. Slowly, he turned first one, then the other, making David tense and lean with his whole body against his chest. It seemed to David a sort of respite, but a short lived one, as William, now making slow, languid motions with one hand on David’s shaft, started pulling out the diamonds, one by one, with calm, prolonged gestures.

David started pushing his hips frantically in swift back and forth motions, but his attempt was cut short with a slap of William’s palm under his belly. It increased the arousal; it reprimanded it at the same time. David groaned his frustration. Cedric took out one of the clamps. It made him scream, as he felt blood rushing again in the bud of his nipple. William was now making small, circling movements with his thumb around the head of David’s shaft. He had already leant his head on Cedric’s shoulder, and muttered with shallow voice undistinguishable words of longing and want of release. His shaft was fully engorged, moist and white pearls dripped from it incessantly.

“Cedric, remove last clamp when I remove last diamond and make him lay again on his back. He may suck you while I have him.”
David didn’t even understand what was being spoken. He was beyond understanding and reasoning, mind and body focused only on reaching completion, no matter how. He felt a new stirring, of almost unbearable force. He was on his back, eyes closed, legs bent up, as he felt William entering him in one swift motion, while Cedric had pushed his shaft between his lips, whispering softly “suck me brother, take me, and make me come. Careful, don’t bite me.” His body and arms ached, but nothing mattered, except this illusory completion now in his grasp and power. He felt the salty taste of his brother’s essence on his lips, protested helplessly as his brother exited his mouth, only to come recklessly, as William possessed him savagely. He gave a last scream, this one of satisfaction and remained exhausted, breathing harshly and sated.

When they awoke, they had the feeling of not being able to face each other. Though holding one another, they couldn’t quite decide to open eyes and search the reflection in the other’s eyes. Still, they had to, and David decided it was no use to postpone looking at his brother.
“Hello, Cedric, how do you feel”, it was not a question of courtesy. It was concern and the wish to avoid giving the answer first. He felt incapable of expressing all his feelings. It was to him as if doors had been opened and closed at the same time. He had now many answers, and yet also open remained questions.
“Drained, concerned for you, for me, and…the future and what it might bring.”
“Me too”, it was all he could say now.
They remained there, unmoved, wondering about the whereabouts of the tutor, and enjoying the opportunity of being left alone. However, it was brief.
“Hello boys. I trust you rested well. Now, go wash, dress and wait me in the library. I have written down rules and a schedule for the time we have together. I want you both there to hear my decisions.”

In less than an hour they joined their tutor in the library. As they’d dressed, they’d decided to make use of the first time left together alone. It was, they both felt, the time for them to draw a plan, as it was clear that, for the next two years, no matter what, they were to be subjects of their tutor, reduced to slaves in their house, as he had all powers, and they almost none. To David it had also become clear that, even under the new circumstances, Cedric would still defend William, not because of the sword he had hanging over his, or their both heads, but also because Cedric, well Cedric, as David reasoned, could no longer see for himself another kind of future, at least not for the time being.

“Well, boys, glad to see you indeed. Now then, I shall tell you how I see the future. What? Silence? That’s truly nice, I am impressed”, the mockery in his voice was impossible to oversee.
“Now, first to our new addition: David, you are a nice boy, you are indeed, but my curiosity in your, hmmm…’endowments’ has ceased. I wanted to have you just because I wanted to appease my curiosity and because I could. From now on, I shall not enter you. That privilege shall fall entirely to your brother. I shall make use of your mouth, touch you, and punish your body, but sex you are going to have only with your brother, when he chooses, or shall we rather say, when I allow him to choose so.”
David gave a sigh of relief. He hadn’t treasured the idea of his tutor possessing him either. It was inaudible, yet the tutor heard it.
“Well, you’ve earned yourself a thrashing with the riding crop. There will be ten, in the afternoon. You shall expect me and Cedric in the torture room, naked, on the rack, the riding crop before your eyes.”
“Cedric, you have always been my favorite. It’s time now for you to prove your worth. You shall become my apprentice. As I am completely satisfied with what I have to do for you, and with you, I shall assist and help you, in taming this irreverent milksop of a brother.” William stopped talking and frowned signaling displeasure towards Cedric. “Now young man, don’t try to object or contradict. You know well it would attract some very hard and not so pleasurable repercussions for you.”
“But William, I really won’t be able to…”
“Cedric, it is for me to decide what you’ll be able or not”, William glared menacingly.
Silence enfolded the room. No more protests were uttered.
“As for the schedule. Now then, Sundays, Mondays and Thursdays will always be free for you two young pups to fool around. The other days and nights of the week shall be mine and Cedric’s, with your participation and involvement David, as desired by either Cedric or me, with the amendment that I can deny him your presence. Fridays and Saturdays will be complex sessions with both of you, and me enjoying Cedric’s body, and his option to enjoy yours, or not, depending on how much stamina he will have left. There are no limits to the games I devise. The only limit will be a safe word for each, of your own choosing, which I shall obey if you won’t make frivolous use of it. Any questions or comments? No, oh well, then our meeting is suspended. And Cedric, I shall have a word with you in the afternoon. Come and join me in the library, as your brother will go to prepare in the library…”

The twins left the library dazed by the wild perspective opened by their tutor’s words. There were no words necessary now. They had to wait for the next day. Monday was going to be only theirs…