Oct. 20, 2013. Hilton Suites, Pontiac, MI.
Scott
When I’d looked up Hanson, I’d paid most of my attention on Tay from the start. And after meeting Zac, the only impression I’d been left with was that of an overstrung long-haired chihuahua–lots of bark, maybe a little bite, but easy enough to punt out of your way. After everything Tay told me, though, about how twisted his little brother was, I had to admit I was intrigued. Now, it looked like I would get a taste after all… I just wished it was under better circumstances.
“Three rules broken, three times the punishment. Sounds fair, don’t you think?”
“Y-yes,” Tay stuttered. He was trembling, his eyes wide with excitement and fear; he was at his sexiest when he was totally submitted to me.
“Hm, let’s see…” I trailed the leather strap over his ass lightly, drawing out the moment. “Biting your lip… that’s not so bad. Let’s say… five for that one.”
“O-okay…”
“Jerking off… Well, that’s pretty serious.” I raked my nails down his back, making him hiss. “What do you think, Zac? Ten for that one?”
“I… um…” Zac stared at me, probably surprised I was asking him. I wanted to see what he’d do, playing a hand in his brother’s punishment. “Y-yes?” he answered finally, giving Tay a sad pout.
“I’m okay, Zac…”
I gave Tay a spank; I hadn’t told him to speak. He and Zac both whimpered… interesting.
“And then… the big one.” I sighed; I really didn’t want him to know how bad he’d hurt me. “The rule I didn’t think I’d even need to make.” Tay hung his head in shame, but I gave his ass a harder slap.
“No. You keep your head up and you take it,” I snapped. He’d earned this, and he was going to suffer for it. He whimpered, but lifted his head again. “I’ll start with fifteen, and see how I feel.”
“Okay,” he said quietly, with a resigned tone.
“So let’s see, how many is that total… Zac?”
The kid blinked, looking between me and his brother.
“Answer him,” Tay said softly, and I figured I’d let that slide.
“Th-thirty,” Zac replied, shaking a bit. I was definitely picking up on the concerned brother vibe, and it was both cute and sexy.
“Right. That should do it. You ready, baby?” I asked, noticing Zac wince at the pet name. So he was jealous, hm? Interesting… I gave Tay the first few spanks, watching Zac flinch each time. I rubbed Tay’s skin between rounds; I didn’t want to break him just yet, and I wanted his punishment to last.
“How’s that feel baby?”
“I’m… I’m okay,” he whispered, his arms shaking.
“Good. Halfway there.” I glanced over again; Zac was breathing heavier, his jaw set. I watched him as I dragged my nails over Tay’s red skin, making him hiss.
“Aw, what’s the matter? Don’t like seeing your brother get beat?” I smirked at him, but he just scowled.
“Zac,” Tay said, tensing. “Answer him.”
“N-no.”
“Aw, but he loves it. Don’t you, Tay?” I gave him another smack to prove my point.
“Yes,” Tay moaned.
“Tell him. Tell him how much you love it.”
“F-fuck,” he groaned as I continued my assault on his ass. “Feels s-so good.”
“Can you see how hard he is? How bad he wants it?”
“Y-yes,” Zac replied, nodding.
“Bet you wish you could make him feel better, huh?” I was torturing both of them at once now, and I fucking loved it. Zac looked at his brother, pouting.
“Yes.”
I looked back and forth between them; there was just a little too much tenderness for my liking, so I brought the strap down harder than ever. Tay cried out loud; I leaned close to him, but kept my eyes trained on Zac’s.
“Almost there, baby. You can do it.” I was talking to Tay… mostly. Zac pouted, Tay looked back at him, and for some reason that pissed me off even more. I slapped Tay so hard I thought I’d break skin; he cried out again, and Zac had to bite his lip hard to keep from doing the same.
“There you go, baby,” I said softly, tossing the leather aside and rubbing Tay’s back. “You did it, you’re okay.” He collapsed to the bed with a whimper; I glanced back at Zac, his eyes watering and his lip shaking. “It’s gonna be okay, baby,” I said to Tay, giving his forehead a kiss before getting up.
The kid eyed me fearfully as I walked over, and I couldn’t blame him. I trailed a hand down his back gently, raising goosebumps all over his skin. Both of them moaned as I slowly pulled the plug out of his ass; I quickly untied the rope, but he just looked at me like a confused puppy.
“Go on,” I said with a smirk, nodding towards Tay. He eyed me, trying to get up but stumbling; I grabbed his arm, helping him to his feet. “Easy kid. There ya go.” I led him over to the bed, and lay down next to Tay; Zac still stared at me like I was gonna bite, but he curled up to his brother’s other side anyway.
“Tay?” He said, hesitantly reaching out to him.
“Y-yeah, Zac?”
“C-can I…” He timidly wrapped an arm around Tay’s waist, but the blonde still stared, confused.
“Can you what, baby?”
Zac blinked, obviously surprised at the pet name. The whole scene was too damn cute, it was making me a little sick. But now that I was coming out of my top space, I realized I didn’t mind so much.
“Hold him, stupid.”
Taylor
It took all the concentration I could muster to push through the white noise that had seemingly replaced my brain and actually understand what Scott was telling me to do. Once I did, I shot him a pout for being so brusque with me so soon after punishing me, then wrapped my shaky arms around Zac. He curled into them easily, resting his head against my chest. It was adorable, and I sighed happily knowing that I could offer him so much comfort. In spite of his harsh words, Scott rubbed my back gently, and I appreciated that, too.
“Are you okay?” Zac asked me softly.
“Mhm,” I replied, smiling. “I’m great.”
He nuzzled against my chest, reminding me of nothing so much as a little wounded puppy. “I was w-worried…”
“I know,” I replied, but I really was great. My ass was going to be sore and bruised for days and I wasn’t sure I could even remember my own name, but neither of those things really mattered as long as I had both Zac and Scott laying next to me. Returning his smile, I said, “You don’t have to worry about me, okay?”
Those big eyes stared up at me, obviously hurt, and I struggled to figure out what I had done.
“W-what’s wrong?” I asked.
Scott nudged me. “Of course he has to worry about you. He’s your brother; it’s kinda in the job description.”
Zac nodded, almost smirking. Was it possible he and Scott were reaching some sort of understanding?
“I was worried about you, too,” I admitted, rubbing Zac’s back a little.
His eyes widened, like he didn’t quite believe me, and I tried not to be hurt by that. I almost succeeded. “Y-you were?”
“Of course I was,” I replied. “Didn’t wanna push you too far…”
“I was okay,” he said, smiling softly.
“Yeah?” I asked, eying him carefully, trying to read his expression for any sign that he was lying. Of course he had to be feeling as many emotions as I was, but for me at least, the pleasure of submission was winning out at the moment. “You still okay?”
His brow furrowed and he curled up against me again, like he was either unsure of his answer or unwilling to give an honest one.
“It’s okay, baby,” I said, holding him tightly. He squirmed a little against me, and I eyed him. “Baby? What do you need?”
He squirmed more, his head lowered so that I could barely see that he was biting his lip.
“Hey,” I said. “No lip biting.”
“Yes, Master,” He replied.
I rubbed his back gently, trying to coax an answer out of him. “Now… tell me what you need, baby. Please?”
“I… I’m still…” He stuttered out, and the blush on his face–plus the fact that it was pressing against me–told me what he was trying to say.
“I know,” I replied, giggling a little in relief that it wasn’t something more serious than a hard-on bothering him. “Me too.”
Scott ground his hips against my back. “Guess that makes three of us.”
Zac’s eyes widened and he craned his neck to look at Scott. I supposed he was just as surprised as me, though maybe for different reasons, that Scott found this situation so sexual, too. It hadn’t been about sex, really; it was about punishment. And yet it was so much more, and more complicated, than that.
“Whatcha thinking, Zac?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair.
“You two are useless.” Scott chuckled and earned himself a scowl from Zac.
“Subspace, Scotty,” I shot back.
“The fuck did you just call me?”
“…Nothing?”
Zac chuckled then, but Scott didn’t seem so amused. I felt the bed shifting and turned my head to see him sitting up. Instinctively, I pulled Zac closer to me, the devilish grin on Scott’s face making me incredibly nervous.
“Alright,” he said. “Tay, you stay right there.”
“Okay…” I replied, my nerves not settled any by the realization that whatever he had planned to punish me for using a nickname he apparently did not like, it involved my brother.
“You.” He pointed to Zac, then crooked his finger and beckoned him closer. “C’mere.”
Zac gave me a nervous look, obviously seeking my permission. Wordlessly, although I may have whimpered softly, I loosened my grip on him. His eyes stayed trained on me as he crawled across the bed toward Scott.
“Hands and knees, facing Tay,” Scott ordered. With a smirk, he added, “Hope you’re hungry.”
Zac’s eyes widened, but as he realized what Scott meant, a smile spread across his face. My punishment, it seemed, was a reward for Zac. How was that fair?
Staring at me nervously, Zac crawled between my legs. I reached a hand down to run my fingers through his hair, hoping that and the smile I gave him would reassure him that this was okay. He gave me a tiny smile before leaning down and letting his tongue just barely dart out far enough to graze the tip of my dick. It was still enough to make me gasp, and that encouraged Zac; he swirled his tongue around the head, taking just a tiny bit more into his mouth with each lick.
Behind him, Scott shed his jeans and took his dick into his hand, stroking it. This had to be some sort of twisted fantasy scenario for him, I realized. It was turning into one for me, too.
“Fuck, Zac,” I moaned as he lowered his mouth onto me fully. “You’re good at that, baby.”
He made a little sound of acknowledgement, even smug agreement, and I wondered if he had done this before. He hadn’t been with another man, had he? My jealous side hoped that he hadn’t, and my perverted side pictured him sucking his dildo for practice.
I was so caught up in my fantasy world that I hardly noticed that Scott had moved until Zac froze. Scott had positioned himself behind my brother, one hand holding his hip steady, and suddenly I realized just how this was meant to be a punishment for me.
Seeing how wide Zac’s eyes had gone, I raked my fingers through his hair again. “It’s okay, baby.”
He gave a little whimper, but found his rhythm again, sucking me greedily. I could only stare wide-eyed at the scene in front of me. Scott’s hand reached between their bodies, presumably lining himself up. Zac whimpered, and I was sure it was more from surprise than from pain. Still, he cried out when Scott’s hips rolled forward, his teeth clamping down on my dick.
“Zac!” I yelped.
He pulled back, his eyes wide as saucers. “I’m sorry! Oh god, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
Scott chuckled, and I couldn’t help giggling a bit as well. Sure, he’d bitten me a little, and in a pretty sensitive spot, but I was a masochist. It wasn’t the end of the world, and was still far, far from the worst blow job I’d ever gotten.
“I’m okay,” I replied. “Just a little less teeth, okay?”
“Yeah, I know, it’s just…” He shot a glare at Scott over his shoulder.
“You got something to say?” Scott asked, giving his ass a slap so hard I could almost feel it.
He gasped, then closed his eyes for a moment to steady himself. Finally, he replied, “No.”
“Good,” Scott said. “Get back to sucking.”
Trying to regain some dominance and control over the situation, I pushed Zac’s head back down, forcing him to take my dick all at once. He whimpered, but didn’t pull away. Once I was buried in his mouth, Scott pulled back, then drove into Zac again. Zac moaned loudly, but stopped himself just short of biting down again, although I could feel his teeth.
“Jesus, Scott,” I groaned. “You’re gonna make him bite it off.”
Scott laughed. “Well, he’s just gonna have to learn, isn’t he?”
He gave a hard thrust, presumably testing Zac. His teeth pressed into me a bit more, but really just enough to be a tease. I could see, from how tense his jaw was, that he was trying hard, and I appreciated the effort.
“He’s not bad,” I said, “considering it’s his first time…”
“Hmm, I might need to try him out next time,” Scott said, thrusting harder.
“Mmm, yeah,” I groaned, but I felt a pang of jealousy, too. “I mean, I’m better, but he’s not bad…”
Zac gave me a scowl and grazed his teeth against me again; this time I was sure it was on purpose.
I gave his hair a firm tug. “No. Biting.”
Scott smacked his ass, and Zac’s whimper seemed sufficiently remorseful, so I loosened my grip on his hair ever so slightly. He swirled his tongue around me, and I wondered if I would ever be able to watch him eat an ice cream cone again without blushing.
“Fuck…” I moaned. “You sure you haven’t done this before, baby?”
“Mhm…” He said, a coy look on his face that belied his answer.
“Guess you’re just a natural, then…” I replied.
Zac gave me a proud smile before diving back down onto my dick, this time swallowing it all until I felt myself bump against the back of his throat. I cried out, incapable of forming a sentence that wasn’t just a jumble of curses and his name.
“That good, baby?” Scott asked.
“Uh huh…” I groaned.
Scott thrust deeper, gripping Zac’s hips tightly. “You were right about his tight little ass.”
I murmured something that I hoped sounded like agreement, and Zac blushed.
“I wonder, though…” Scott said, that devilish look crossing his face again. “I wonder whose is tighter.”
Zac’s eyes widened, his pace slowing a bit.
“You know, Zac,” Scott continued, “Tay had a pretty interesting idea…”
He pulled off me entirely and turned to look at Scott. He might blush and seem embarrassed, but my brother was clearly down for whatever depraved scenario Scott could invent–at least, he had been so far. If there was a line left, Scott’s next suggestion just might cross it.
“Sc-Scott…” I tried to warn him, though I knew it was in vain.
“Something he wanted,” Scott clarified, placing the burden squarely on my shoulders. I should have known.
“What was it?” Zac asked, his head tilted in curiosity.
I blushed so hard that my face felt like it might catch fire. I almost hoped it would so that I wouldn’t have to admit my own sick fantasy.
“Tell him,” Scott said sternly. “Tell him what you wanted me and Zac to do.”
I relaxed ever so slightly. At least he’d chosen that fantasy to share. There was only so much pain I could stand inflicting on Zac. Myself? I didn’t care so much, and it was clear that I had no dignity left.
“I… I wanted b-both of you…” I stuttered.
Zac continued to stare at me, evidently not catching the meaning of my words. There was still some innocence left in him, it seemed, and I was about to shatter it.
“I wanted both of you… to fuck me. At the same time.”