Tutor and Brother

6. One brother’s secret, the other’s surrender

Somewhere, somehow, on the long halls separating the library from the chambers he shared with his brother, David went thorough a strange change. Each step seemed to make a new man out of him. More resolute, determined to conquer, possess, subdue and love his brother. His poise went from the one of a careless youth to the one of a man decided to impose his will, to conquer anything that stood in his way. Bent on subduing first and foremost his brother and replacing the tutor once and for all, able to show the man who’d changed his and Ced’s life the door in a cool, controlled fashion. He would show till then in many little ways that were in his power to the tutor who was the actual lord and master. Two hard years were yet ahead of him. But, in the end, there will be no other for his brother, but him. He was no longer ashamed to confess and admit to himself that he wanted exclusive use of his brother’s soul and body. His dreams had been nothing but the way of his own mind to show him the truth. He was a man, in fact, of insatiable lusts and wants. He would make his brother accept him, worship him and obey him. He will not lose control of him. Ced, with his lusts and submissive nature could make – God only knew when and how – a mistake that they couldn’t afford. Therefore, he would take care in every way of his brother. He would marry – as he owed it to his ancestors and title, all the time keeping a close eye and his wonton hands also on Ced. If Ced wished to marry…His face contorted into a disgusted and doubtful grimace. Oh well, he’d deal with it if the time ever came…a thing he doubted strongly. His brother’s love, sweetness and submission were too good to be wasted on a man who despite being instrumental in unveiling their love, lust and desires, had no right at all to want to posses his brother – and him. David frowned; a dark grimace spreading on his face…It was still a long time, two more years. Yet, he will survive. He will watch, feel, wait, learn and turn into the only man his brother would ever need. The time to start learning was now.
Submitting to William, being given the chance to watch Ced with William, was the best to learn the do’s and don’ts of this strange desire and possession lust – having the added benefit of the confession from the past. He would have first hand knowledge being both on the giving and receiving end. He would learn how to excite, love, and stir his brother’s body better than William ever could by reading carefully the whole confession in minute details. After all, Ced was his twin, and their broken connection from childhood could be resumed slowly, in time, enhanced and tenfold stronger, through their secret, forbidden love games. He’d never allow Ced to become a stranger again. And slowly, ever so carefully, he would lure Ced away from their tutor, so that, in two-years time, even Ced would find himself desirous of shared privacy only with his brother.
Each step fell more firmly on the floors of their castle. The castle of his two ancestors who’d been the first to share this way of life, and felt even the need to leave it chronicled for generations to come…David halted his steps. On better consideration, he had the need to hide the strange journal confessing the sins and lusts of his two ancestors. It was far better to keep this knowledge to himself, at least till he’d attained all he wanted, and he could share this place only with his brother. And, to make sure that nothing whatsoever fell into Ced’s or their tutor’s hand, he would make a close and careful search of the entire library, floor, walls, ceiling. He would even, dare of dares, search attentively the walls and floors of the two rooms brought to live after almost seven centuries by his brother together with the tutor. If a brother had felt the need to write down about his passion and life, wasn’t it conceivable that the other one had done the same? Yes, the rooms, in fact, the entire south part of the castle needed, screamed for comprehensive combing, under his careful hands and eyes, without Ced or William being the wiser.
He started yelling after his old butler “James, James, I’ve need of you”. The elderly butler appeared after few minutes, to do his lord’s bidding. “Follow me to the library.”
He reentered the library, this time accompanied by his faithful butler. He took the book from where he’d left it hidden where he’d found it, and looking around the room he ordered James to bring some hired hands, maybe from the city nearby, and start dissembling the place, piece by piece, brick by brick “floor, ceiling, walls, anything and everything James. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes milord.”
“And James, no one, except you is to know of this fact. Tell the hired men, that the slightest gossip about their task, will see them out, with no pay, and very possible, without any chance of being ever employed. I’d see to it. Let anyone know that this room of the castle is closed, for anyone from this day on, save for me, and you to do inspection while restoring the place. Anything that is found, anything at all, hidden papers, scrolls, books, anything shall be brought to me, with greatest discretion, only by you. You shall be relieved of any other duties and supervise the entire thing, for as long as it takes. When workers are in this chamber, you are not to leave them alone, under any circumstances.”
“Very well.”

Evening had come. The two brothers awaited the arrival of their tutor, with hidden anxiousness, and yet with impatience, each for his own reasons. But, instead of their tutor, a letter arrived. Due to unavoidable business issues of the estate, the tutor was to be delayed by two days. The joy and relief, mixed with disappointment, that both brothers felt was, however, interspersed with uneasiness, and a creepy feeling of foreboding as to what awaited them. Everything because of a single word, thrown with casual indifference and yet, commanding undertone at the end of the letter: “Prepare!”
David pushed his chair and rose to his feet. Ced raised astonished questioning eyes. He had watched his brother for the last couple of hours, since he’d returned from his solitary ride. His brother’s shoulders had seemed wider, his face had taken a decided, clear-cut edged shape, and his eyes seemed to glitter more unyielding and cool to the world surrounding him. It was the face of a man who’d decided he’d unveiled enough of the life to have some answers that he no longer doubted. This brother of his who’d changed in mere hours seemed more mature. He seemed to have a purpose, and a decision taken for life.
Ced felt a slight thread of insecurity creeping in his body, running through his veins. His brother’s smile had a predator’s shine and it made him the more uncomfortable. Finally, he swallowed hard, and dared question his brother about this and that, issues of the castle, about the new horses to be brought from auction next day. The small and indifferent chit-chat of brothers, that was customary at late supper. Till this very moment, when all his words had seemed to freeze on his lips. David had come behind his chair, signaling his brother to stand up.
“Come Ced. It’s time to retire to our bedroom”. The husky voice of his brother was filled with wickedness. Cedric stiffened and for a brief moment considered remaining as if glued to his chair. Indeed, his brother’s voice was strange. He couldn’t imagine how his brother had managed changing so much in but a few hours. David’s hand, propped on the back of the chair gave a slight push to Ced’s shoulder.
“Come brother, don’t dally”, he bent his head, and gently kissed his brother’s temple, while his left hand glided in front of David, resting possessively at his crotch.
Stalling for time, as if he didn’t feel the hand that started slightly massaging him between his legs, Ced tried to take another sip from the almost empty wine glass. He almost choked on it. David’s tender hand suddenly halted, and became a vise on his slowly thickening shaft.
“Haven’t you heard brother dear? I said…stand up, and follow me to our rooms”.
Ced slowly started pushing himself out of the chair, all the time keeping his head slightly bowed, as if answers lay there, in front of him, on the empty plate, or the nice damask tablecloth. Unfortunately, there were none. Once on his feet, he turned inquiring eyes to his brother. David gave him a fleeting smile. It was a thin almost unobservable smile as his hand reached and drew Cedric to him, pressing him to his already hardened body.
“What…what…”, Cedric gasped melting, yet sensing that something was quite, quite different, as withdrawing from the embrace, David pressed his palm at the small of Ced’s back, guiding him to move forward.
“Shhh…You have no need to fret although you almost managed to anger me to the point where I was considering punishing you.”
“You what?” a raising incredulous voice exploded from Ced’s throat.
“No need to repeat myself. It is alright if you follow me now. We have a lot of time for us. So, it’s only natural to retire and make the most of it till tomorrow noon. I’ve lots to talk to you, do to you and with you.”
Each word, watching the changing face of his brother made David more confident, as they headed at a leisurely pace to David’s bedchamber. Ced’s body seemed to be haunted by inner-shivers, unable to break free, and he stiffened, steps halting for a second.
“David, you don’t mean you…”
“That’s exactly what I mean, and you know it well, and you needed it. Come, try not to dawdle any longer”.

Finally, they were in front of David’s bedroom. He opened the door, as his other arm, wrapped around Ced’s shoulder, went down just a bit, pushing a hesitant and pouting Cedric inside.
Too focused on understanding this new demeanor of his brother, and trying to grasp what lay ahead of him from this ‘new’ David, Cedric almost missed it. But then, as the door closed and the key turned in the lock behind his back, he gave a gasp of surprise, all other thoughts banished by the sight in front of him.
The whole bedroom had undergone a redo in what seemed only a day. Instead of the cozy round coffee table, there was now one of the long-discarded, nicely polished mahogany tables from the west wing. It was bare, the surface shining a discreet reddish-gold in the candle lights. Cedric held his breath, eyes wide-open, a wild anticipatory fear engulfing him. He couldn’t turn and look what his brother was doing, eyes and all senses focused on the ‘improvements’ brought to the table. Each corner had now a bolted ring, cuffs hanging casually from them. Two other bolts were holding a chain at the precise middle of the table. Letting his eyes take in this picture, he nearly missed the display on the coffee table, placed now in a rather disadvantageous, yet comfortable closeness to the central piece – the chain-table, as he called it, as his body started sending contrary signals of lust and anxiousness. There were only few items, but, God, what for ones! A thin belt, a short-tailed, five tongued whip, a thin, flexible cane, nipple clamps, a jade-phallus – he swallowed hard, and wondered if his brother really knew what that particular toy did to one – and, next…he closed his eyes. No, he would no longer look. He could guess next items, and really needn’t make an inventory. He just had to wait. Heat replaced the shivers.
‘Care for a cognac bro?’”, David’s voice floated across the room.
‘Yes, please, if you will.”
“Come over here,” David motioned him, and Ced finally saw also the bed, only a bed sheet and two pillows on it. Nicely tied ropes that one could either grip or be tied wrist and ankle were in place.
“Do sit down, Ced, first I’ve a need to talk to you.”
Ced let himself fall in the futon, relieved for what he guessed was only a respite. Oh, he could have said no, and fled the room. Yet, he knew he didn’t really want to, that the power his brother seemed to have gained in but few hours of a day was something that merited being investigated, understood, and drawn from.
“Ced, it seems, you have a need to be loved, and find it in submitting. In suffering and enjoying the lust one can inflict. I confess, what distresses me most now, is that I have to share you with William, and no, I’ll no longer call him tutor, at least not when we talk. That’s why I decided I shall give you all you need. Now, and always, as I need to care for you in every way, as my craving for your body is just as much as yours for what I or William can do to you. And yes, you could say no, and deny me, but I don’t think you want and will.” David halted in his speech, looking expectantly at his brother.
Ced just stood there, hunting wildly for words in his mind, yet speechless. It was surprising how the bookworm of a brother, had changed. He was now in command, and not the words, as much as his straight posture, his cool voice sent the message all too clearly. He felt now beyond any doubt that this evening and night were going to set the terms of the relations between them. And, strangely enough, he couldn’t blame David for wanting to set the conditions of their so weird, and yet passionate relation. What he blamed him for, was that he didn’t give him any time to prepare, to reflect, to consider. But, was there truly, any need?
“If I don’t deny your words, what comes next?”
“Well, for the beginning, we need to set some rules. One would be, for instance, that from now on, I shall be at least in our chambers your lord and master. Failure to obey me in this room, will lead to punishment. Just the same, failure in our social engagements could result in punishment. In return, I promise not to abuse your body, nor deny you completion. Further, I shall never try to dominate and humiliate you. It’s a thing you’ll have to learn. I am not William. What I want is for us both to be happy and satisfied in this relation. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” The answer had been given quickly, too quickly but he had no longer how to withdraw. Just the possibility of trying to negotiate, and perhaps, maybe to see how far the game could be pushed with the new David.
“What if, one night or the other, I won’t feel like…”
“Well, we’ll see to it when time comes. I could simply tell you that it depends on the reasons you’d refuse me access to your body”.
“What if I’d tell you right now I don’t feel like it?”, Ced provoked further, knowing all the time that he would do no such thing.
“That is not an option. Not tonight. And don’t dare try me brother.”
Ced looked his brother deep in the eyes. “And what about William?”
“William. Well, he is our tutor, and unfortunately we are both in a vulnerable position. I think, we’ll both take William one day at a time. At least, it’s what I intend to do. Because to my profound dislike he can blackmail us, for the next two years, I shall strive to keep him happy, and we both shall try to spare one another with him, as best we can. In fact, Ced, you may have a choice. Whether you love and want best William or me in these two years, yet, make no mistake: I won’t share after that day of our coming of age. If you still want him then, fine. But you’ll have to make do without me from that moment on.”
Ced felt caught. Trapped. Since the day his tutor had enslaved him with hands and body, he never really had tried to make any decisions for himself. He’d lived in a no-mans-space and time, floating from day to day, wondering only about what new games, challenges and lovemaking ways his tutor would contrive. Now, he would have to deal with two men who were both possessive, wanting him, body and soul, ready to fight over his body, using his body as an instrument on which to play. Who did he love best? There was no answer, at least not now. He knew it, and felt that his brother knew it as well. He sighed, letting the air out of his lungs in something that turned more or less into a pensive whistle.
“Good. Then, what comes next?”
David did not insist.
“Next?, he trailed in a husky whisper, “next, undress for me brother, and lie on the bed”.
Ced put aside his cognac, and raising to his feet, started undressing, as David, let himself sit down on the other futon, looking with lust-glazed eyes at his undressing brother. Ced felt the admiring and ravishing gaze resting on him, and tried to make a show of remaining fully naked. Once he’d shed all clothes, he remained in front of his brother, expecting to fulfill his next wish.
“Now, I want you to go and lie on the bed, and touch yourself for me. Make me come to you, and touch you, caress you.”
Cedric piled the pillows and leaned on them, feet spread, one hand above his head, while the other wandered the path down, skimming over his nipples, then lower, reaching his thickening cock, that he started massaging gently, licking his lips, closing his eyes, as cheeks began to flush.
After watching in silence for few minutes, David approached the bed, and stretching his hand, started twisting slightly one of the nipples and then the other. Ced’s hips rose wantonly, as his breath became harsh.
“No, not yet, dear Ced, it’s much too early. I notice William failed in teaching you patience. Maybe, I can have more luck?” It was a warm, hoarse voice, while something cold slowly started gliding over his heated skin. He moaned in protest. It dripped down his chest, lower belly, to his hand that still held his shaft.
“Don’t be afraid, and don’t open your eyes. It’s just some nice ice I chipped from the block in the cellar. Remember the block? A pity it doesn’t hold for more than a week. Oh well, I figure we’ll have to ask for some more. Or maybe, when in London we could use sweet ice-cream from Gunther’s. It’s all the rage, you know?”
Ced moaned again his protest, as another piece of ice started circling his nipples. Then a hand started pinching his nipple-buds.
“Don’t stop caressing yourself brother, or else, I shall have to deny you pleasure.”
“But David, the ice…”, Ced sighed as now David’s hands came to cover his chest, making small circling moves going lower, and lower, a hand now curling over the hand he used on his shaft, while the other went further down, to his thighs and stroked him, massaged him gently, making him all the more aroused.
“Soooo…good, oh, good”, he finally managed to whisper.
“I’m glad it’s good. Hold on to that thought. Because I’ll tell you what I want now. I want you to take your hand from your shaft, and cross both arms under your head. I don’t want to tie you brother mine, but I feel you need something from the table…what say you, what shall I use?”
David was now leaning full-length on Ced’s side, whispering hot in his ears, never ceasing to probe with his hands his brother’s body. He felt Ced’s body subtly contorting, hips rising, and Ced giving an unexpected gasp of satisfaction. Then he saw. Ced had been already to aroused and had spent himself. Ced just stood sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, catching his breath, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. He’d come just as he was asked to choose. David scowled and then stood up, and dragged the futon near the bed, giving time to his brother to collect himself.
Sanity returned a few moments later, and Ced watched his silent brother with apprehensive eyes.
“It was a mistake what you did. You know that.”
“Yes.” Ced swallowed hard.
“Well, then we start anew. Begin stroking yourself.” Ced did what he was told without protest. David watched attentively, like a hawk, this time never touching his brother. When his brother’s breath became more labored, he just bent over him, and asked in a cool voice “what shall I bring from the table, as you fold your hands under your head?”
“Please, nooo…not yet…”
“Are you in a position to ask, now?”
“David…”
“Make your choice, or I shall.”
His hand halted his motion instantly, eyes suddenly opened searchingly on his brother’s face. It was determined, wonton and harsh. He closed his eyes, raising both hands and crossing them at the nape as he whispered meekly “thin belt”.
“My idea exactly”, commented David, in a soft voice, as he went to fetch it. He returned, and taking again a seat in the futon, let the belt glide over his brother’s body.
“Make yourself comfortable Ced. We have a long, very long night before us, and still a lot to do, don’t we?’
Ced gave a whimpering sound, as he writhed at the feel of the belt on his skin, gliding caressingly, yet knowing what its touch would bring. And then he gave the first, surprised gasp as it touched just above his nipples, making him want to jump, returning then to the soothing motion, just to inflict another bite. He moaned, twisting his body…yet knowing there was no way back… It was indeed going to be a long, long evening and night.

…Another keening shushed moan flew from his lips, as his hands gripped convulsively the ropes. It seemed ages had passed since David had started using the belt over his chest and belly, occasionally striking also his thighs, like he was playing on an instrument.
“You…you dear brother make me loose all notion of time, and space. You’re so beautiful lying here before my eyes, your body claiming pleasure and release…Makes me wonder, should I come to you now?” The voice was pregnant with need and lust, hot and husky, making him feel like loosing his mind, wanting to shout to his brother to please, do anything, but stop this sweet and yet painful torment.
Ced didn’t even consider answering, as the belt, without really hitting him did strange things gliding in playful patterns over his body, he just whimpered, and gave another silent groan, holding his breath, as the belt hit again, this time harder, making hot needles run through his skin.
Suddenly, he felt his brother’s body coming over him, wide palms taking control over him, while a hot mouth glided over his heated skin on the shoulders, resting and tasting his nipples, biting them, making him scream his need for release. He felt one hand sliding further down, circling his aching cock, and a finger, then two, penetrating him, as he just lay there, ordered not to move, not to touch the arousing body leaning over him…he whimpered…as his bent knees were pushed even wider, his feet then raised, and propped on his brother’s shoulders, as the hard erect penis of his brother started penetrating him making tantalizing back and forth movements, till he was fully impaled, just to feel even more lust being stirred by his brother’s hand on his penis. He felt the pure scent of his brother’s sweat, like leather, tobacco and wild mint, so male as his hips jerked spasmodically, waiting for the release only his brother could bring to them both.
“Please, please, oh, David, please…”, a last moaned longing imploration, and then he felt his brother stiffen and give a sigh of complete pleasure, before he fell also into the fires of ultimate completion.

Ced opened his eyes with a start. His brother’s body was still pressed to him, holding him, head resting in the space of his neck, a hand possessively around his shaft, a leg swung over his hips, sleeping with a contended victorious smile on his face. Silently, ever so carefully, Ced released himself of this brother’s weight, but remained outstretched, eyes filled with wonder and questions, staring into the dark of the room. He’d never thought of this particular blend of pain and pleasure his brother had made him feel this night. He’d used but the belt, but it had been so painfully arousing, and he’d felt, well, truly loved for what his body wanted be done with it. He smiled thinking of David’s desire, and lovemaking. It was so wrong, and yet so good, so good as he’d never felt with…He broke this chain of thoughts. He felt it wasn’t loyal to William. William who’d first shown him the delights and the pitfalls of his own self…