Oct. 20, 2013. Hilton Suites, Pontiac, MI.
Taylor
Zac and I both stared at Scott. I didn’t know what Zac was thinking–couldn’t even begin to guess–but I was conflicted. I wanted to do this for Zac, of course, but it didn’t come easily or naturally to me. Having Scott there didn’t help, because I was certain he was judging my performance. If I could feed off him, I was fine. But on my own… I was floundering–more than a little turned on, but floundering.
“Consider this part of your punishment,” Scott added, and I suddenly understood why he was doing this.
When he put it that way, I couldn’t argue. Looking down, I sighed heavily. “Okay.”
Zac eyed me nervously and I tried to think of how to start. What would Scott do? Putting myself in his twisted, perverted shoes seemed the only way to handle this. With that in mind, I looked Zac up and down and smirked.
“So, about that toy…”
His face turned bright red, his eyes as wide as saucers.
“I hope you didn’t leave it on the bus.”
“N-no…” He replied, but stayed rooted on the spot. Surely he could see where I was going with this train of thought.
“Good,” I said, grinning. “Get it.”
Seemingly pleased with my plan, Scott sat down on one of the room’s two beds and patted the spot next to him. I sat down next to him and watched as Zac finally did what I said and walked over to his duffel bag. After a moment, he emerged from it with his hands behind his back and stood at the end of his bed.
“I know you’re not trying to hide it…” I said.
With a sigh, Zac held the dildo out in front of him. It was fairly basic, flesh colored rubber with a few veins as part of the mold to make it a bit more realistic. It was every bit as long as Zac had said, and reasonably thick, too. It definitely wasn’t a toy for a beginner–something that I was realizing that my baby brother definitely wasn’t.
“Damn,” Scott remarked. “Not bad.”
“I know, right?” I couldn’t help smirking a little at Scott, but my lips turned up even more when I looked back at Zac. “Now, you’re gonna show me how bad you’ve been.”
“H-how?” He asked, the blush on his face suggesting that he knew how. He just wanted to hear me say it.
I stared at him. “You are not that dumb, Zac.”
He just pouted. God, he was an asshole.
“You know how,” I said. “Show me what you do with that toy.”
“Oh.” His eyes widened. Maybe he hadn’t known what I intended for him to do, but he was definitely getting the picture now. “Um, okay… how should I…”
“It’s your toy, Zac. Surely you know how to use it.”
He gave a frustrated sigh. “I mean where should I… do it?”
“Get on the bed,” I said, my patience wearing seriously thin.
“Okay…” Zac said.
He walked back to his duffel bag and retrieved a small tube of lube. Scott wiggled around a bit, and a quick glance showed that he was adjusting his pants, which were already visibly tented. He wrapped his other arm around my shoulder, giving me a confusing mixture of tender emotions to go with all the lust I was already feeling. I turned my attention back to Zac as he finally started to use his brain and turned sideways on the bed so that he was facing us.
“Good boy,” I remarked, giving him a grin. A little positive reinforcement couldn’t hurt, I figured. Zac spread his legs wide, knees bent, giving us a perfect view. He squirted some lube onto his toy, and I had to scoot in closer to Scott to keep myself from shaking with anticipation.
“Alright,” I said. “Let’s see how bad you’ve been.”
Scott smirked up at me, evidently proud of what little bit of dominance I had managed to muster up. We both focused our attention on Zac as he positioned the toy and pressed the tip of it against his flesh.
“You’re just gonna get right to it, huh?” I asked, surprised and even more turned on to see him not bothering to finger himself or even apply any extra lube first. Zac nodded and pushed the tip of his dildo inside. I felt myself trembling and tried to regain control. “Mmm, well I guess it can’t hurt too much, as much as you’ve been doing it lately…”
Zac nodded again, a low moan slipping from his mouth as he eased the dildo deeper in, a few inches now buried inside of him. I was sure he was taking it slowly more to torture me than because he really needed to. I felt Scott shifting at my side again, and a glance revealed that he was fiddling with the zipper on his pants. Once his pants were unzipped, he pulled his dick out, now fully hard, and stroked it slowly. I tried to hide my jealous pout; it was bad enough to know that we were both going to punish Zac, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about Scott being so obviously turned on by my brother.
“What?” Scott asked, eying me.
“Nothing…” I replied.
He seemed to buy it, or at least think better of questioning it, since he refocused his attention on Zac, ignoring me entirely. “Bet your ass is good and tight, huh?”
I groaned, and my brother didn’t reply at all. “Answer him, Zac. Tell him how tight you are.”
“T-tight,” he said, panting as he slid another inch or so in. “Really tight.”
I suddenly realized how tight my pants had become, and reached a hand down to adjust them.
“Get it out,” Scott said, his eyes burning into me.
“O-okay…” I replied, my fingers trembling as I undid my jeans and pulled both them and my underwear down. My dick popped out all on its own, a sure sign that I was seriously turned on and seriously doomed to hell.
Scott smirked. “That’s better.”
I wrapped my hand tightly around myself, just squeezing a bit for now–there was no point in getting too worked up when I was sure the night had just begun. I watched closely as Zac pushed another inch or so of the dildo in, about half of it seeming to be inside of him now. He paused for just a moment, then slid it almost all the way out. Slowly but smoothly, he slid it halfway back in all in one motion, a long, low moan falling from his mouth.
Zac started to thrust then, and Scott gave a moan of his own as he stroked himself a little faster. Zac’s eyes fluttered shut as he began to thrust the dildo in and out, slowly find a rhythm.
“You like having that toy up your ass?” Scott asked.
“Yes,” Zac replied, his face bright red.
“B-bet it… doesn’t feel as good as my cock, does it?” I asked, earning myself another grin from Scott.
Zac shook his head. “N-no.”
“I d-don’t think you’ve been good enough to deserve that, though…” I continued.
Zac’s response to that was just to whimper and push the toy in deeper. I was sure he was trying to show off, but at this point, I really didn’t mind.
“Think you can take it all, Zac?” I asked.
“I…” He whimpered. “I don’t know…”
“Try,” I ordered.
He held the dildo in place, his other hand reaching for the lube and squirting a bit more of it on. He winced a bit as he pushed it in further, but I was sure Zac could take it. And he wanted it. Of that I was certain.
“Th-there you go,” I moaned out, shaking so hard that I could barely keep my cock in my hand.
“S-so tight…” Zac whined.
“Fuck,” I said, finally giving in and stroking myself. “Yeah, you are.”
Zac moaned loudly as he forced more of the toy in, buried it almost all the way to the hilt. Scott let out a moan of his own as he watched.
“C-come on,” I said, my voice as soft and soothing as I could manage. “You almost got it.”
Zac let out a curse as he thrust the dildo in and out, never quite getting it all the way in but not coming close to pulling it out again, either. His moans and whimpers were getting louder and louder, his erection straining back toward his stomach.
“You better not get off yet,” I warned him.
He slowed down, whining in protest, but finally pushed the dildo in all the way.
“F-fuck…” I groaned, squeezing my dick hard. “Such a good little slut; I knew you could take it.”
“S-so big…” He said, his shaking hand pressed against the base of the dildo, not moving. I didn’t bother pointing out that while it was impressively thick, it wasn’t quite as long as my own dick.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But you can take it, can’t you? You love it.”
“Y-yes…”
“Yeah, I bet you do,” Scott said. “You little slut.”
I groaned and let my eyes fall shut; it was all too much, both sensory and emotional overload already. Zac fucking himself. Scott jerking himself off at the sight of it. Scott calling my baby brother a slut. I couldn’t take it.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Scott asked. “Get to it.”
Zac whimpered, and I opened my eyes just in time to see him beginning to thrust again. He built up his pace slowly but steadily until he was truly fucking himself. Zac wasn’t gentle with himself once he got going, and I knew that I shouldn’t have been surprised by that. Once he found the rhythm that he seemed to like best, he wrapped his free hand around his dick and began to stroke just as quickly as he was fucking himself.
“No,” I growled, surprising myself with the ferocity in my voice. “I said you better not get off yet.”
His hand slowed to a stop but didn’t move.
“Don’t even touch yourself, Zac,” I said.
“B-but…” He stared at me with those big eyes that he knew I couldn’t refuse.
“Did he stutter?” Scott asked.
Finally, he moved his hand back to the mattress, but he whimpered in protest as he did so.
“I don’t really think he deserves to get off just yet, do you, babe?” Scott asked, letting his own hand fall away from his cock as well.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“In fact, I think he’s enjoying this a little too much,” Scott continued, and I nodded my agreement. “Remember what you said you wanted to do to him?”
“Yeah,” I replied, ignoring Zac’s nervous stare the best that I could. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure what Scott was referring to; I’d talked about several depraved things I wanted to do to my brother.
“Why don’t you go check in my bag?” Scott suggested, his lips turning up in a smirk. “See if there’s anything in there you like.”
My eyes felt as wide as Zac’s looked as I stood up and walked over to the spot by the door where Scott had left his backpack. It looked ordinary enough, but apparently it wasn’t just any overnight bag. A quick peek inside revealed that my suspicions were correct.
“Well, you came prepared, didn’t you?” I asked, my eyes widening even more at the impressive array of restraints and other toys Scott had brought with him. I wondered how he got it all past airport security…
“Of course,” he replied, a proud grin on his face.
Zac strained to see what I might have been referring to, and just for his benefit, I held up a ball gag and smirked. “Yeah, this could come in handy.”
His eyes widened so much that it would have been comical under any other circumstances. Finally, I found just the thing I was looking for, the thing I was certain Scott was referring to–a length of silky, but strong, black rope.
“How about we just start with this?”
Zac
To say things weren’t going like I planned would be the biggest understatement in the history of everything. I didn’t know what to think; I could barely think at all, my brain was so scrambled from all the conflicting feelings. Shame, lust, anger, betrayal, gratitude… it was all so confusing. I didn’t want it to stop, though; I needed to see it through. I’d already been forced to fuck my toy in front of them; how bad could a little rope be? Still, I was learning not to even try to predict what would happen next.
“Seems good to me,” Scott said, grinning at Tay. “You know anything about knots?” My brother shook his head.
“I’m usually on the other side of the restraints,” he answered; I blushed, suddenly picturing him all tied up. Scott sighed and got up, and I eyed him suspiciously.
“Guess I’ll just have to teach you then.” He looked at me, smirking and looking me up and down. I was painfully aware of my position, legs spread, dildo still stuffed inside me. “I think that toy’s gotta go. Don’t want him to get too excited.”
“You heard him, Zac,” Tay said with a smirk that looked way too much like his boyfriend’s. I pulled out the toy slowly, whimpering; it didn’t hurt exactly, but it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world either. I saw Scott whisper something in Tay’s ear, making his eyes go wide; I couldn’t make out what he’d said, and that made me even more nervous.
“O-okay,” he stuttered, then walked over to Scott’s bag. My eyes widened and my blush deepened as I saw the plug; my legs instinctively closed, but he gave me a growl.
“Zac…”
I whimpered, spreading open for him. You’d think I’d have nothing to have been embarrassed about at that point, but I still felt so vulnerable, laid out like that.
“Hm, let’s see,” Scott mused. “On the floor, on your knees.” I quickly obeyed, not because I wanted to serve him, but because that position offered at least a little more modesty. “I’ll let you do the honors,” he said to Tay.
“Okay,” my brother said. His cheeks were as red as mine felt as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the bed. I closed my eyes; I could feel myself shaking–from which of the dozen emotions, I wasn’t sure. “It’s okay, you can take it,” he said softly. I felt him rubbing my back gently; I nodded, but kept my eyes shut. If I didn’t look, maybe I could pretend it was just us.
“Not even as big as your toy,” he muttered. I felt the hard plastic tip pressed against me, and I couldn’t help moaning and rocking my hips against it.
“Man, he’s noisy,” Scott chuckled. “Might need that gag afterall.” Tay giggled, pressing the plug against me harder, which of course just made me let out another sound.
“You might be right… I think he likes this a little too much, too.” With that he pushed it halfway in, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion.
“See? Nowhere near as big as your toy.” He started thrusting it in and out, never all the way, and never quite enough to satisfy; I rocked my hips against his hand, desperate for more. “Look how fucking needy he is…”
“Needy little slut,” Scott agreed. Suddenly I felt a hand come down hard on my ass. I gasped and looked over my shoulder; Tay gave me a smirk, then pushed the plug all the way in. I pushed my hips back, whining; it was filling me as much as it could, but after my toy, it still wasn’t quite enough.
“That’s it, b-Zac… Knew you could take it.” Tay rubbed my back as he spoke; he probably hoped I hadn’t caught the slip, or maybe he was worried about Scott. I glanced up, and Tay’s lover did look like he was scowling a bit. Tay frowned, glancing back and forth between us.
“Right,” Scott said, clearing his throat. “Okay. Ankles first, I think.”
“S-sounds good…” Tay nodded, shaking a little. Scott kneeled behind me; I felt him grab my ankles and force them together suddenly. I made a noise, mostly out of surprise, but the carpet burn didn’t feel too good either; his hand on my ass was a pretty good distraction, though.
“Quiet,” he snapped. I thought I saw Tay flinch a little, almost like he was the one getting spanked. “Now pay attention.” He directed that last bit to Tay, as he instructed him on the logistics of bondage.
“Hey. No wiggling,” Tay said to me. I sighed; I’d only been making sure I wasn’t going numb. Scott grabbed a fistful of my hair then; I gasped loudly as he yanked back, pulling me upright.
“Arms behind your back,” Scott barked. I whimpered a little; Tay wasn’t very intimidating, but as much as I hated to admit it, Scott kinda was. Not what I expected from someone so short, but he gave me the feeling that even I didn’t want to fuck with him too much.
“Zac,” Tay growled. “Do it.”
Reluctantly I reached my arms behind my back, sitting on my heels; they positioned me hand-to-elbow and brought the rope from my ankles to my wrists. I wriggled a bit; it was such an odd position to be stuck in.
“I know you’re not trying to get free,” Tay warned me; I whimpered, but stayed still.
“He is bad,” Scott chuckled. Taylor made a noise of agreement as he finished tying me up. Scott tugged here and there, testing. “Perfect.”
Parts of me were starting to tingle, not in a numb way, but the rope was definitely tight enough.
“This boy just doesn’t learn, does he? Stay. Still,” Scott ordered, punctuating each word with another spank.
“You know he’s just trying to make us punish him more,” Tay said. It really wasn’t my intention at all; well, maybe a little, but not entirely.
“Speaking of punishment… You. On the bed. Now.”
I smirked a bit; sure, I was getting mine, but at least Tay was about to get his. Tay caught my grin, scowling at me before crawling onto the bed. Scott stepped next to him and pulled his jeans down and off; my brother gasped, but all I could focus on was seeing him fully naked for the first time. He was every bit as gorgeous as I’d imagined.
“You’ve been bad,” Scott said, eerily gently. “How many rules did you break?”
“Um… I-I bit my lip… and I jerked off more than once this week… and I had sex with Zac…”
“I asked how many, not which ones,” Scott corrected, spanking Tay hard.
“Th-three,” he stuttered, whimpering.
“Three,” Scott echoed. “There weren’t even that many… but you went and broke three.”
Tay nodded, hanging his head.
“And what three to break…” He spanked Tay’s ass again, making him gasp and whimper. Even though I knew he liked it, something about watching my brother get beaten just didn’t sit right with me. It was hot, of course, but it was also making me a little uncomfortable. He stepped away then, going to dig through his bag. I pressed my lips together when I saw what he returned with.
A black leather strap.