Nanowrimo 2008

Under the breakfast table, Eric kept massaging Kyle’s thigh. He kept going dangerously close to the groin area, but never actually touched it. Kyle used all of his self-control to keep from shivering. His mind was yelling for Eric to get away from him, while his body screamed for more. Maybe he really did like pain. Eric tortured him and he wanted more. Both of them were sick. His mind than turned to the night to come. He was already regretting that offer and nothing had happened yet. He wondered what Eric would make him do. He shivered again, just at the thought of it. He was not sure if it was from fright or anticipation. He sure hoped it was the former reason.

After breakfast, Eric went upstairs to their room. That was where Kyle had been planning to go, but thought better of it. He wanted as little contact with Eric as humanely possible until the night. Eric knew that too. It would make the night ahead all the more sweeter.

Kyle went to the kitchen counter and grabbed his lines for the play. He might as well study. There was nothing better to do if he could not go into his room. He glanced at the window. It was such a beautiful day so he would go to the park and relax for awhile. Maybe he would stay there the whole day. That was the perfect way to avoid Eric. He would make his lunch and just hide out at the park for the day. In that time he would memorize all his lines. There was no way Darren could badmouth him for being late if he was the only one who had all of his lines memorized and was one of the leads. Kyle made himself a roast beef sandwich and put it on an ice pack in a lunch box. He grabbed a couple of bags of chips and a couple sodas as well. He went to tell his mom where he would be, and then started his journey to the park.

Nothing interesting or worth mentioning happened on the way. He found a lone bench and took a seat, certain that no one would bother him. He began looking over his lines. Darren was right to get on his ass. He didn’t know ANY of them. At least the rest of the students had something memorized. He was lagging behind and slowing down the whole production. He had to start putting in a better effort, even if it meant not going to soccer practices. The whole cast and crew was counting on him. Maybe if he showed more initiative, Darren would stop being so hard on him and they could actually become friends.

About 11:30, he stopped to eat his sandwich. As he was munching away, he heard a groan.

He looked up to his left. Standing next to him was none other than Darren, who had obviously made the sound. His attention was drawn immediately though to the man next to him. Starting at his feet, the man was wearing black boots that looked totally uncomfortable. His black, figure-hugging pants showed off his nice legs. Kyle was sure that if the man was facing the other way, his ass would have been emphasized as well. The pants fitted like a second skin. Kyle wasn’t sure if you could call his shirt a shirt. It looked more like a vest. It was a black, v neck and had no sleeves. It seemed to be another second skin. It was the kind of “shirt” you’d expect to have a sleeved shirt under it. Going up, Kyle caught sight of full lips and silver eyes. He had dirty blonde hair that was shoulder length. It looked a little bed-tousled like he had just woken up. It was obvious he made it that way on purpose because his outfit took a lot of work. The overall picture was a very good-looking man of about 25, staring at him in curiosity and amusement. He snapped out of his stupor. “May I help you Darren?” He would try to be nice.

“Yes, you can Kyle. Tell me what you’re doing he.”

The mysterious guy looked sharply at Darren who failed to notice it. He gave up and spoke. “Darren, that wasn’t nice.”

“Alex, this guy goes to my school and he’s an unreliable mental-case.”

That cut deep to Kyle’s heart. Why did he want Darren to be his friend so badly? Maybe it was because they were both outcasts in a sense. Darren is always alone. Although Kyle has friends, he would rather be Darren. “I was here first, but I’ll leave.” Kyle grabbed his belongings, making sure to remember the script, and went in search for another bench, far away.

With Kyle gone, the guy who has yet to be named made Darren face him sharply. “That was uncalled for. Even if you do not like the guy, you can still be civil to him, especially since he was here first. You could have just ignored him, and we could have gone to another part of the park. It’s a big space.”

Darren glared back. “Don’t use your Dom voice with me Alex. I’m not a sub of any kind.”

“That doesn’t matter, and I’m not using my Dom voice. I’m using my ‘I’m your older brother and I know best’ voice. Know the difference. Now, I want you to go apologize.”

“Not happening.”

“Fine, if you won’t, I will for you. You know, I usually feel sorry for you because you do not have any friends, but I think I’m starting to understand why you don’t have any. Do you treat everyone, like you do him?”

“No”.

“I find that hard to believe. Now if you would excuse me.”

“You are excused for being you, if that is what you mean.”

Alex left his brother without another word. He went to find the very cute boy that Darren apparently hated with a passion.

He found Kyle sitting on the grass. His knees were to his chest, and his head was buried in his arms. His body was shaking, indicating he was crying. He silently went to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. The boy, whose name Alex still didn’t know jumped at the simple touch. Besides the jump, the boy didn’t react to his touch, not even a head turn.

Alex invited himself to sit next the boy. “I know you probably want to be left alone right now. I don’t blame you. My brother does have a bit of a mean streak in him. On behalf of him though, since he is too stubborn, I am sorry. He really didn’t have a right to talk to you like that. If you don’t mind, what is your name?”

The boy finally looked up. His eyes were watery and it made them glisten. Alex was stunned. His eyes were breathtakingly beautiful. “My name’s Kyle. Don’t apologize for Darren. He simply hates me.”

Alex looked puzzled. “What did you do to make Darren hate you so much?”

Kyle shrugged. “I really don’t know. I mean, I know I’m not the most reliable. I have soccer practice and drama rehearsal and I need to learn how to juggle them. Darren’s the director right now, I have a lead, and I’m always coming late because of soccer. That’s why he called me unreliable.”

Alex nodded thoughtfully. “I understand Darren on that point then, but what about the mental case remark. That wasn’t fair.”

Another tear slid down Kyle’s cheek. “Maybe it is fair. In reality, maybe I am a mental case.”

Alex playfully slapped Kyle in the head. “Don’t say that about yourself. I’m sure it is not true.”

Kyle sighed. “I’m not that sure about that. I have a habit where sometimes I have bad mood swings, usually at school. They’re at extreme levels. I can be really depressed, really angry, or just totally indifferent.”

Alex gazed at him, even though Kyle wasn’t facing him. “Can’t you be really happy too?”
“It is very rare where I’m even a little happy.”

“Why is that?”

Kyle finally turned to him. “What are you, a psychiatrist? First of all, I do not even know your name. Second of all, you are the brother of someone who hates me and wants to make my life miserable. With all that, you are asking a personal question which I will never give an answer to.”

Alex nodded somberly. “I cannot do anything about my brother, and you are right. You do not need to tell anything you do not want to. As for my name though, it’s Alex, nice to meet you.”

Kyle gave him the first real smile. “It’s nice to meet you Alex.”

Alex noticed the papers at Kyle’s side. “What are those?” He gestured to the papers.

“My lines for Darren’s play.”

Alex nudged him. “It’s your play too. Like you said, you’re a lead. Take some credit. Speaking of credit, you’re obviously more reliable then you give yourself credit for. You came here to strictly study your lines? Am I right?”

Kyle nodded slowly. “What I am about to tell you, will you promise not to tell Darren?”

“Yes, you can trust me Kyle.”

“Ever since I met Darren, I wanted to have his life. I thought if we became friends, I might be closer to living his life. That is all I want, for us to be friends.”

“Why? Darren doesn’t have that great of a life.”

Kyle sighed. “I’m always surrounded by people who call themselves my friends. They’re not true friends though. They are frauds. Darren doesn’t have fake friends. I rather have no friends.”

“Yet, you want to be friends with my brother? As you already know, my brother is mean.”

“It’s not that I want to be friends with your brother in particular. It’s that I want to be left alone period. I guess it’s hard to understand.”

“In a way, I do understand. If you cannot have real friends, you would rather have none. You do not believe in surrounding yourself with fakes.

Kyle looked at Alex in amazement. “You may be the first one who has actually ever understood that. You have impressed me.”

“I’m glad. I’m not sure what it is about you, but something about you draws me and pulls me in to you.”

Kyle blushed. “That’s really nice of you.”

Alex chuckled. “You seem nervous, or is it strictly embarrassment?”

Kyle blushed again. “A little of both, I think. I should get going.”

“Wait a minute. I’m taking a wild guess, but you’re a sub, right? Usually, I’m pretty good at sensing these things?

Kyle looked at Alex, weirdly. “Are you speaking in code?”

“No, he is just speaking of his perverse pleasures.” It was Darren.

Alex looked angry. “Darren, I know you do not approve of my lifestyle, but get over it.”

Darren rolled his eyes. “Just because you enjoy it, it doesn’t mean everyone around you enjoys it too. Not everyone practices it. You just met him, and you’re asking him if he’s a sub. You do not see anything wrong with that? How do you know he is into that?”

Alex looked annoyed. “There’s such a thing called a hunch, or it can be called instinct. Another name for it is gut. Whatever you call it, I almost always go with it.”

Kyle waved his hand meekly. “I’m still over here. What’s a sub?”

Darren gestured to Kyle. “He doesn’t even know what it is. He obviously doesn’t practice it.”

Kyle was now getting annoyed. “Can someone please answer my question?”

Darren smirked. “I will.”

Alex stood up from his spot next to Kyle, and put his hand over Darren’s mouth. “No you will not. You are prejudiced against the lifestyle. You’ll make it sound bad.”

“It is. It is just wrong.”

“No it isn’t and I’m talking. Kyle looks to be getting more annoyed by the second.” Alex then turned to Kyle. “Sub is short for submissive. It is one half of a
dominant/submissive relationship.”

Kyle nodded. “By regular definition, a dominant takes control, while a submissive is obedient and pretty much gives up power. Is it the same thing?”

Alex nodded. “In a sexual relationship, a Dom is in charge, while a sub does whatever he or she can to make the Dom happy. Sometimes, there is a punishment if a sub misbehaves or does something that can cause harm. One thing that most people don’t seem to understand is that a Dom/sub relationship is different from an abusive relationship. Although the Dom sometimes punishes the sub, the Dom is also very loving and caring when needed. The Dom wants what is best for the sub.”

“You’re in that kind of relationship with someone?”

“Not exactly, I have a lot of different partners at one time. I’m a Dom naturally, and lots of times Doms have multiple partners that are always other subs.”

Kyle turned to Darren. “Why are you so against it? It is just a different lifestyle. Different things are not wrong. They are just different.”

Alex smiled. “I had a feeling you would understand.”

Something had been bothering Kyle since the description of a sub. “Alex, I have a question.”

Alex smiled. “Anything.”

“In some cases, do subs like to be hurt?”

“In some cases, yes, they get aroused when they are hurt. It’s not required, but sometimes it turns out to be that. Why?”

“Nothing,” Inwardly, Kyle thought ‘Maybe I am a sub. I always seem to like it when Kyle hurts me. It doesn’t matter. I could never be in that kind of relationship.’

Alex was looking at Kyle worriedly. Something about Kyle really made him scared for the kid. “I’m going to say this again to emphasize. Dom/sub relationships are different then abusive relationships. In fact, during a scene, which is the same thing as a play, the sub always has a safe word. Sometimes, Doms may go over boundaries without realizing it. The subs may really get upset and scared. So the Doms are sure it is not part of their scene, the sub has to say the safe word, which is determined at the start of the relationship. The whole scene immediately stops and they discuss what happened afterwards, so the Dom knows for the next time. Those same boundaries won’t be crossed again.”

Kyle nodded. “So the Doms always makes sure their sub is safe? Does the Doms whole being involve looking after their subs?”

Alex chuckled. “In a way, yes it is. That is why they are Doms. They are to protect their subs. Doms are friends, lovers, and teachers to their subs.

Kyle smiled. “In a way, that sounds very nice.”

Darren groaned. “Since everyone has seemed to forget all about me, I am going to leave.”

Kyle looked over to Darren. “Don’t bother. I have to get home. I am being forced to do something tonight, and I have to prepare.”

Alex looked curious. “What is it?”

Kyle seemed to close off to the world again. “It’s none of your business. I’ve got to go.” Kyle grabbed his belongings, stood up, and faced Darren. “I’ll see you at rehearsal. And I promise, I’ll be there on time.”

Darren glared. “You better be.”

Kyle left, his head hanging low. He didn’t notice Alex looking at him longingly.

Darren snorted. “Is Kyle your next target for your sick life?”

Alex turned his gaze to Darren. “Number one, it is not sick. Number two, my partners are
not targets. I care for them all in a different way.”

“Whatever.”

When Kyle got home, he stood outside his bedroom door, praying Eric wasn’t in there. His prays were answered, for when he opened the door, the room was empty. Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. He had some time to himself.

He instantly went to his computer after setting down his belongings. Though Alex went into very descriptive details about a Dom/sub relationship, Kyle was still curious. He actually wanted to learn more about the sub role, to really see if he fit the characterization.

Subs submit. They hand over all will or authority to another, the Dom. The basic rules are as follows. No actual injuries are supposed to occur to the sub. Pain can be used to punish or for a pleasurable experience. There should be no actual injury though. At the start of the relationship, a Dom and sub should talk about limits. The Dom and sub will know what they can do and what they cannot do. The sub should always have a safe word to halt activity. It has to be something that will never come up in a scene. The Dom and sub should then discuss what the problem is, or correct something that is painful or dangerous outside of the scene. The Dom and sub should always be able to communicate with each other no matter what.

Kyle smiled. “It really does sound like a nice relationship.”

“What sounds like a nice relationship?”

Kyle jumped then quickly exited from the web site. He turned to see Eric looking at him with serious eyes. “What did you say Eric?”

Eric rolled his eyes. “Never mind. It is not important. Did you have a fun afternoon?”

Kyle gulped. “It was…interesting.”

“How so?”

“I just ran into Darren.”

“Isn’t he that kid who hates you?”

Kyle sighed. “Who cares? And since when are you so interesting in my life. You never gave a flying fuck before?”

Eric nodded thoughtfully. “When you’re right, you’re right. Why the hell DO I care? I’m going to shit.” With that, he left the room.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. If he had told Eric about Alex, there would have been jealousy. When Eric gets jealous, he gets vicious. He was not scared for himself. He was used to Eric’s mood swings and had put up with them before. He was scared for Alex. He had a feeling though, that Eric wouldn’t stand a chance against Alex. Not only was there an age difference, but Alex looked like he worked out a lot.

He couldn’t help thinking about Alex then. Alex was a really good looking guy. He could be a model. He also seemed very kind. He seemed to be very beautiful, both inside and out. What Kyle was feeling, scared him. This was the first time that he was affected like this by a guy or a girl. He was not naïve. Kyle knew he liked Alex. He also knew nothing would ever come out of it. The best thing Kyle could do was to get Alex out of his head. It would be hard. If Eric distracted him enough with pain, it would happen. All of his thoughts had to be towards survival. To survive Eric would take all of his energy, especially considering the night ahead. Kyle groaned at the thought. Maybe he was a slut like Eric had called him so many times. He offered his body to Eric, just so he would be allowed to jerk off.

Eric entered the room again, interrupting Kyle’s thoughts. Eric went over to his brother and began to massage his shoulders.

Kyle sighed with annoyance. “Eric, please stop.”

Eric’s eyes flashed. “Are you ordering me?” He took a hold of Kyle’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “Lets not forget who is the master.”

Kyle pushed Eric away, actually showing a bit of a back bone. “I am not your slave and you are not my master.”

Eric chuckled. “Why did you follow my orders this morning then? You even offered yourself up like the slut you are.”

Kyle didn’t say anything and Eric laughed, knowing he hit a nerve. Jonathan walked into the room, not sensing the tension. “Mom says wash you hands. Dinner will be ready in five minutes.” Jonathan left as fast as he came.

Eric smirked. “After dinner comes dessert and you will be the filling. I can’t wait.” Eric left Kyle breathing shallowly, out of fear.

During dinner, Jonathan was telling everyone what him Suzie did that day. It was all very dull. Cindy then talked about the play date she had with some boy named Timothy. It was really important because Timothy was a whole 2 years older then her.

Kyle smiled. “Timothy? What kind of name is that? Why not just called him Tim? It sounds a lot better.

Cindy stuck her tongue out. “Everyone knows he has like a zillion dollars. Mommy told me, when talking about someone who has a lot of money, it is always proper to use his actual name that appears on the birth certificate. His actual name is Timothy. You’re right though Kyle. It is a good grown-up name maybe, but for a kid, it sounds weird.”

Cindy made a twisted up face. The rest of the dinner conversation passed pretty uneventfully.

After dinner, their mom asked if everyone wanted desert. Eric answered for both him and Kyle. “Mom, the two of us are skipping. We have something we need to do for school together.”

Their mom smiled sweetly. “Ok boys. Have fun.”

Eric smiled and gave a mock salute, while Kyle took a big gulp. He wondered what Eric had planned for them tonight.

Eric came over to Kyle, who was still sitting, and grabbed him by the sleeve and forced the younger twin to follow. When they were in the safety of their room, Eric turned back around. “I would really like to kiss you right now, but that would be breaking one of my own rules.”

Kyle nodded. Eric had multiple rules. No matter what the two did together, they would never kiss intimately on the lips. Kisses, in Eric’s opinion, conveyed love. He did not what Kyle to get a misconception and actually believe Eric cared for him. That just would not do. Eric had no reason to worry. Kyle knew Eric would never care about him. “What are we going to do?”

Eric pouted. “You are hurting my feelings. You sound so reluctant, and right after you so enthusiastically offered yourself.”

Kyle glared. “Stop bringing that up. I was desperately hard and you would not allow me to release. I needed to come up with something.”

Eric smirked. “Why were you so “desperately hard” if you do not lust after me?

Kyle looked down. “I am starting to figure out the reason behind it.”

“Oh really? What is it?”

“None of your business.”

A fierce backhand across Kyle’s face that made him stumble rewarded him for his disobedience. “Remember who you are back talking to. What do you say?”

Kyle rolled his eyes. When Eric raised his hand again, Kyle quickly muttered, “Sorry.”

“Sorry… what?”

Kyle sighed. It was going to be one of those games. “Sorry master.”

Eric petted his head like he was a dog. “Good boy.”

Kyle grimaced.

He went to his shelve and put on the CD he had put in there earlier. A slow, seductive sounding song came on. He smirked then went to sit on Kyle’s bed. Whenever they had sex, it was always Kyle’s bed. He did not like to get cum on his sheets because then he would have to clean it. That was Kyle’s job. “Now…do a strip tease for me. Make it as sensual as possible.”

Kyle bit his lip nervously. “I do not think I know how.”

Eric glared. “You can at least try. Don’t worry. You will know if you do anything wrong. I will be sure to let you in on it. Now…go.” Eric snapped his fingers.

“Yes master.” Kyle began to sway to the music, swinging his hips. His hands went to the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifted it up over his head. As he was doing this, his hip was thrusting back and forth as if he was having a sex with an invisible partner. Eric groaned at the movement of Kyle’s hips. The shirt was off and he threw it away, not knowing where it landed. Kyle stood still, not sure what to do next. Eric had never told him to perform a strip tease before.

Eric frowned. “What are you waiting for? Strip.”

“I do not know what to do.”

“Do you want to get paddled?” Kyle vigorously shook his head ‘no’. “Then, figure it out…or else.”

Kyle stood stiffly for a couple seconds, unsure of how to continue. When Eric made a move to get up, Kyle moved his hips to the music. Eric sat back down to relax. Kyle unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. There was no belt, so they slid right down. All he had now was midnight blue boxers. There was a small tent that would get bigger. He went to Eric and took Eric’s hands. He made Eric pull his boxers down himself. They slid down without resistance. Kyle kicked them somewhere in the room. Kyle heard the end of the song coming and struck, what he thought was a “damsel in distress” pose. His legs were slightly apart, toes pointed inward, as if he was unsure of himself. His hands were covering his manhood, looking as if embarrassed. His eyes were cast downward. Eric loved when he looked vulnerable. It made him feel powerful.

Eric softly clapped his hands. “Very good for your first strip tease. You ARE a natural born slut.” Kyle eyes showed shame. “Now slave, come over here. I have a big problem, and I need your service.” Kyle reluctantly walked over and instantly dropped to his knees. Eric backhanded him, leaving a red mark of his cheek. “Did I tell you to kneel?”

Kyle was looking down, so Eric took his chin, forcing Kyle to look at him. “Don’t make any moves on your own. Understand slave?”

“Yes master.”

“Good boy, now stand up.” Kyle did so. “I want you to sit on my lap, facing me, and grind your hips into mine. Understand?” Kyle nodded. Eric backhanded him yet again.
“Yes Master.” Kyle scooted himself on his brother’s lap and slowly grinded his hips. He could feel Eric’s hardness, and it sickened him.

Eric moaned, grabbing onto Kyle’s hips, controlling the grinds. Eric slowed Kyle down when he felt himself getting closer to release. “Now slave, get on your knees. Give me what I need to release.”

Kyle did as he was told. He took Eric’s weeping manhood, putting the tip to his lips. He created a suction which had Eric bucking. Eric’s bucking caused his cock to hit the back of Kyle’s throat, making him gag as he tried to control his gag reflex. Once Kyle got it under control, he began to bob his head up and down, wanting Eric to release so it would be over.

Eric mistook it for enthusiasm. “Good boy. There’s nothing like a whore who wants it.”

He released and commanded Kyle to drink it all. Kyle drank as much as he could, but choked from the bitter taste. There were spots of cum left over on his softening cock.

Eric commanded, “Clean it off.” Kyle did without a complaint, but made a sour face. “Good boy.” Eric stood up, moving behind Kyle. “I want you to bend over the bed. Do not lay on it. Have your arms hold you up.” Kyle did as he was instructed. “This is what is going to happen. I’m going to fuck you in this position and you are to keep yourself in this position. If your arms give out, and you fall on your stomach, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

Kyle was nervous, but he replied steadily, “Yes master.”

Eric began stroking; bringing himself to full hardness again. He never tired of Kyle. Eric had many fuck buddies. He fucked them a few times, and then eventually grew bored of them and threw them away like yesterday’s news. He has been fucking Kyle for two years on a regular basis. Kyle never got a break from Eric. And yet, Kyle never bored Eric. This was very unfortunate for Kyle who had to deal with the pain and embarrassment of being too big of a wimp to stand up to his older brother by an hour.

Once Kyle was to full harness, he plunged into Kyle. The only kindness he showed Kyle was putting spit on his cock. Other than that, there was no preparation. Although Kyle was used to his crudeness, it didn’t stop him from crying out in pain. Eric covered his mouth until his cries died down to soft sobs and sniffling. Eric was thrusting into him roughly, making it harder for Kyle to keep his arms straight. A couple of times it felt like they were going to give out. Kyle thought about the upcoming punishment if that happened. The thought alone renewed Kyle’s strength and he was able to pull through. Eric finally thrust enough and he came, groaning loudly. When Eric pulled out, Kyle fell face first on the bed, relieved that he would not be getting punished, at least not tonight. Eric sat on the bed, rubbing Kyle’s back with calloused hands. “You are a good little bitch. I’ll be nice to you. Do you want me to suck you off?”

Kyle turned his head to look up at Eric, his eyes speaking volumes about the hardships he was going through. “No master.”

Eric smirked. “Suit yourself. We’re not done though. Seeing you look at me with such sadness just turns me on again. I want you to ride me.”

Tears began to build behind Kyle’s eyes. “Please, no more.”

Rage built behind Eric’s brown eyes and he yanked Kyle up by the hair. “First of all, you never have the right to say no. Second, you said you would do anything tonight, no arguments.” Eric went all the way to the head of the bed. He put his back to the headboard. “Come, you filthy bitch and get started. I am very needy.”

Kyle reluctantly got to his knees and crawled over to Eric, straddling his hips. Kyle lifted his body up, gingerly going down on Eric’s cock. Eric on the other hand though, lost patience and slammed Kyle down, making him cry softly. “Move.” Eric let out an animalistic growl. Kyle did as he was told, rocking his hips back and forth. He was trying to hit the bundle of nerves in him so it wouldn’t be as painful. It felt like his inside was raw, after Eric plunging into him twice without preparation. Eric knew what Kyle was doing and gave Kyle a sinister smile. “Are you trying to find pleasure for yourself? Don’t forget who you are supposed to be making happy. If you do not start doing everything you can for me, you will be brutally punished. It is only me you should be thinking about.”

“Yes master.” Kyle started thrusting up and down. Every time he went down, it felt like he was being torn repeatedly. Eric gripped his hips to control his speed. Kyle had tears streaming down his face the whole time, while Eric was groaning. They had never tried this position before because it gave Kyle more power. He was the one moving.
After this experience, Eric was sure they would be doing this position again. He felt Kyle’s dick bouncing on and off his stomach as Kyle went up and down. The mere feeling along with Kyle’s tight ass made him cum.

On Kyle’s behalf, Eric’s release seemed never ending. Eric forced him to stay there until his release was over. Once the long ass release was over, Eric knocked Kyle off him who fell on the floor after missing the bed. Eric was breathing heavily. “We’re done for the night.”

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. It was over for the time being. He knew what he wanted to do, but thought he better just ask permission to be on the safe side. “Eric, may I go take a shower please?’

Eric turned his eyes to Kyle who was still on the floor. “Stop talking to me you damn whore. Go take your shower. Then, you will pay for bothering me.”

Kyle felt like he wanted to cry. He couldn’t win. Even when he did what he thought was safe, he still got into trouble. Eric loved to punish him. He was always looking for a reason to punish him. Eric really got off on it. In the shower, he turned the shower up to as hot as it could be. He faced upwards, letting the heavy stream of water pound his face. Between the water pressure and the heat, it would be painful for most. To Kyle though, it was heaven. He wanted to wash all traces of Eric off him. That would never happen. Eric would continuously use him and there was nothing he could do about it.

He heard the door open and got scared. Eric would not get in there with him, right? He had never done so before. Then again, they had tried a new position, one that Kyle did not like in the least. Instead, Eric ripped the curtains open and turned the water off. “Were you trying to stall?” Kyle shook his head desperately. “Do you expect me to believe that? You have been in here for almost fifteen minutes.”

Kyle’s eyes widened in shock. Had he really been in there for that long? His mind had wandered. He must have lost track of time. “Eric, I did not mean to. My mind just kept wandering off.” When Eric glared he knew he said the wrong thing. If Kyle said anything about having a mind or implied he had a mind of his own, Eric would become instantly enraged. Kyle was not supposed to think for himself. If he did, that could be dangerous for Eric because Kyle might get the thought to rebel.

Eric’s hands kept clenching. He took a fistful of Kyle’s hair and dragged him back to the bedroom. He pushed him and he landed on the bed. He went to his draw. “What kind of punishment shall I give you?” Kyle was watching fearfully as Eric pulled out a leather strap. Kyle closed his eyes. It didn’t look like much, but with enough force behind, it really stung, and Eric ALWAYS made sure there was enough force.

Eric was now standing at the foot of the bed. “Get up.” Kyle did as he was told. Eric made himself comfortable on the bed. His dick was growing at the thought of Kyle’s punishment. “This is what you are going to do. I want you to lay the long way, your mouth on my crotch. I want you to suck me off as I’m punishing you. If you bite me, I’ll double your punishment. So far, you only have 20 strikes. Do it.”

Kyle crawled on the bed, and put his mouth to Eric’s swollen head. As Kyle began to suckle, Eric leaned forward so he could reach Kyle’s beautiful, shapely ass. As he made sure he had enough force behind it, he struck down on Kyle’s flesh. The sting inadvertently made Kyle moved upwards, taking Eric’s cock deeper. This in return caused him to gag. “That was one. Are you already crying? You have a long way to go.”
At strike 16, it was particularly hard. The force hurt so much, Kyle accidentally bit down as he tried to muffle his screams of pain. When Kyle bit down, Eric groaned in pain. “You little slut, you bit me. You only had four strikes left, not now though. You now have 24 more strikes. You could not control yourself, could you?”

Kyle was not even holding back his tears. “Please, no.”

“You can’t beg. It’s too late for that.” The pain continued. Kyle cried out every time, being careful not to bite down again. Eric was using all his will power not to cum. He wanted to last until Kyle’s punishment was over. At strike 29, Kyle’s eyes were blinded from the pain. He couldn’t see straight. He was delirious. As strike 30 hit his flesh, all he saw was darkness until he could not remember anymore.

When Eric felt the pressure lesson on his cock, he grew angry. “Who said you could stop?” When he received no answer, he grew angrier. He pulled Eric up by the neck and saw his eyes closed. He laid him down on the bed and felt for a pulse. He felt it beating strongly and realized Kyle had just passed out. It was no fun to punish Kyle if was not aware of his surroundings. He would finish the punishment in the morning before school. Kyle still had 10 more strikes coming his way. He stared at Kyle as he jerked off. He made sure to cum on Kyle’s bed. Afterwards, Eric got ready for bed, not bothering to clean up after himself. That was Kyle’s job and he would do it in the morning. As he laid in bed, he fell asleep, thinking about his hot, sexy brother.

Author Notes: Please R&R