You should not read this if you are underage or live where reading about sex among males is illegal. This is a story of two brothers and their Puritanical father. The younger brother uses the family situation to gain control over his brother, and then involves others.
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Part Two – Grady in Charge
Jack woke up the next morning with a sense of shame. He had let his little brother jack him off. Not only that, Grady had told him that he would be doing it to him every night. But the moment he thought about that, his penis started an erection. His balls gave a throb, and Jack reached down to grab his cock. It was so good when he had that feeling. It was like he could shoot off without even jacking it. He threw the covers back and gave it a squeeze through his sleep shorts. Ahhh. So good.
"Jack!"
He looked up in shock. Grady stood in the doorway between the connecting bathroom, his hands on his hips.
"I...I wasn't-" but he got no further. In an instant Grady stood by the bed, pushing Jack's hands away from his crotch. Jack's dick gave a small bounce because of the attention.
Grady pushed up his courage to assure he sounded like the one in charge.
"If you don't want the arrangement we worked out last night, we can go to dad and let him make other plans."
"No, no Grady. Not dad. You know what he'll do."
Inwardly Grady smirked. Watching his big brother being spanked was one of his happiest memories. "Right. I still remember when he took one of those birch canes to your butt. You had those marks for weeks."
"Right. Not dad. Let's stick to our agreement, just you and me."
Grady decided to twist the plan a little more. "Also, I remember last night you said you didn't want him to make you go to the doctor."
Jack nodded, still sitting there hoping his erection would subside. He wanted this conversation to be over.
"Why didn't you want to go to the doctor?" Grady's face was impassive but his eyes were cold. He liked this new power of making Jack squirm. He liked watching Jack's reaction.
"I...I don't like Dr. Cranton. He makes me feel funny when I have to talk to him. I can't explain it."
"Well" Grady said as if he was making an important decision, "I suppose we could let it go for now."
Jack sighed and felt relief...until Grady finished his sentence.
"But if you start doing that stuff again, even with me watching you and helping you at night, then I guess we'll have to reopen the option for the doctor."
Jack nodded. He wanted Grady to go so he could dress without Grady seeing his erection.
"I better get dressed."
"Go ahead."
"With you watching me?"
Gray was indignant. "Look, I'm supposed to keep an eye on you. If I go downstairs the first thing that'll happen is dad will ask where you are and the second is you are likely to try jacking off before breakfast. It wouldn't be the first time, you know."
Jack winced. Grady knew more about his habits than he had ever suspected.
"Grady, please."
"You are still hard, aren't you, Jack?"
The feeling was in his balls, and in his dick, and almost in his stomach as well. Somehow all the talk about it was making him harder than ever.
"Get out of your sleep shorts and get dressed. Now, Jack."
Jack got up conscious of that his bone jutted angrily out the front. He turned away and Grady said, "Face me, Jack. I don't want to see your butt. The only time you have anything there worth seeing is when dad's left his stripes on you. Face me now, Jack."
Reluctantly Jack turned around, pulled down his shorts, bent over and pulled them off. As he stood up, Grady came over.
"Let me check that thing."
He wrapped his hand around it, feeling not only the firmness but the heat. Jack shuddered with the almost electric shock of it, and he was instantly harder than he had been since last night.
Grady wasn't sexually interested in his brother. His interests were power and control, and he was having a field day. He knew Jack's erection would be slow to go down, might be noticed by their father, and probably would be eating inside him during school. He was delighted. He took his hand off and wiped it on the side of his jeans.
"That thing was really hard. I think you have a problem with it, Jack. It needs taking care of...and not by jacking off."
He watched Jack get dressed, but his mind was on his best friend Matt. He wouldn't tell Matt about his new control yet. He wanted to make sure Jack was secure in being dominated by him before running the risk of bringing anyone else into the situation. But he did want to get some ideas from him.
He had the chance on the school bus that morning. They lived on the outskirts of town, just a vacant yard separating the two homes, and all three rode the same bus to high school every day. The younger boys sat at the front, and Jack and the older ones sat at the back.
Waiting for the bus, Grady and Matt had stood together. Jack stood a few feet off, just enough so anyone passing would know he didn't hang out with `little kids.' Grady just grinned, and Matt sensed something had changed since yesterday. He gave Grady a quizzical look. But Grady signaled to wait until they were on the bus.
Matt Vinson was on the high end of 14. His 15th birthday would happen a week before Grady turned 14, which would be right after Christmas. Matt was growing, even his hands were getting bigger. Dark hair and dark eyed, girls were already noticing him. But for now he was happy with his best friend Grady, and he wasn't interested in dating or spending time with girls. There'd be plenty of time for that later, he told himself.
"What's up with you? Did the jack-off get in trouble?" Matt asked as the bus started out. They were talking quietly sitting on the last seats in the younger section.
Grady decided how to play this, how to get info from Matt without spilling the big secret about Jack.
"He's so boned today, I don't think he'll be able to keep it inside until he gets home."
"I hope he keeps it in...until we can catch him jacking off on the pot again" Matt snickered.
"Have you told your brother how much we think Jack does it?"
Matt grinned happily. "Yep. My big Marine brother says he thinks Jack must be addicted to it. He says Jack could really go crazy if anyone stopped him."
This was the kind of news that Grady wanted to hear.
"How do you mean, exactly?"
"Dex says Jack could want it so bad he'd be willing to do anything – and I do mean anything – to get some relief."
"Really?"
"Damn right. Dex says there was this guy in his squad, his name was Stacy, and he jacked so much at night they couldn't get any sleep for the bedsprings making noise. So thy decide to take charge of him and keep him from having the chance to do it. He said you wouldn't believe what Stacy was finally willing to do to get relief."
Grady was hanging on his every word, while at the rear Jack had his backpack across his lap and his legs squeezed together because the sensation was so strong. He just had to get off somehow. He slipped his hand under the backpack and gave his bone a tentative squeeze. He had to get his fingers on the head. He just had to.
Across the aisle his friend Zack was looking his way. He had a quizzical smile on his face.
"Having fun, Jack?"
Jack flinched and then blushed. He pulled his hand out and gave a quick grin.
"Just checking to see if I have everything down there I'm supposed to."
"That's wise. I saw you getting on, and it looked like it wanted to run away from you. Been treating it right?"
"Trying to." He was holding his own in the conversation, but it still was embarrassing. Plus he wanted to get inside right away and see if he could get into a bathroom stall and jack off before first period.
He had known Zack since Middle School, and they had played football this season. Yet this as the first `sexual' conversation they had had with each other.
Zack said quietly, "Better put your backpack on. Leaving it in your lap isn't going to help that thing go down. Seriously, Jack. You'll just be calling attention to yourself."
The last thing Jack wanted was for people to notice his `problem.' He shifted around, got the backpack on, and waited for the bus to reach the school. He planned to get off first so he wouldn't have people walking beside him and noticing his erection. Plus he wanted to get to the bathroom for relief.
Surprise! When the bus pulled in at its designate stop, girls who were dating boys on the bus were already grouped there to greet them. So Jack let some get off and tried to get lost in the crowd exiting the bus. Unfortunately someone must have seen that thing jutting skyward in his trousers and gave it a nudge. As he turned, someone's hand accidentally swished across the front of the trousers, and he was back to full mast by the time he exited, red faced and humiliated.
He could hear people laughing as he hurried into the school. There was no way to know if it was directed at him. He thought he would try to catch up with Zack at lunch and ask if he knew anything about that. He had lost sight of him in the crowd.
He pushed his way down the hall as fast as he could, dislodging his backpack and swinging it at his side as a way to distract anyone who might want to look too closely. This part of the school was mainly for juniors and seniors, so thankfully he wouldn't be running into his little brother or Matt.
The boys' bathroom was crowded, as it always was just before school started. The six stall doors were closed, but that didn't mean they were occupied. They automatically closed, so he went down the aisle between them and the crowded urinals, touching each stall door to check. All were occupied. Just his luck! It seemed like in the last couple of days everything in his life had been against him. In frustration he just stood there at the end, waiting to see what door would open first.
Some of the seniors waiting in line at the urinals looked his way, and suddenly they were laughing. They nudged each other and pointed his way. Jack looked down and realized his erection had tented his jeans. It looked like something in his pants was trying to climb out the top. He grabbed his backpack and was going to use it as a shield, but they started calling out.
"Hey, Cooper, whatcha got there?"
Then the guys who had finished at the urinals began to join the call.
"Show us, man! Show us!"
This was humiliating. It wasn't funny. Juniors got used to the seniors acting superior and arrogant, but they didn't usually do something like this. Then the biggest two started coming his way. He decided to run, but he couldn't get past them. They held him by his arms and another guy pulled his pants down.
"Hey, it's trying to escape!" someone shouted. The noise in the bathroom was attracting attention from others in the hall. A crowd was beginning to form.
"Well, help it out then!" "Rescue brigade!" "Pull them down too!" "We want a show!"
Jack couldn't believe this was happening. Someone yanked his underwear down to his knees, and his dick jumped out and saluted. It got a standing ovation. Cell phone cameras snapped pictures while the two seniors just held him there.
At that moment the bathroom door opened and Mr. Sanders, the science teacher stomped in.
"All right! Break it up! Clear the room! Classes are about to start! Everybody out! This means you!"
Guys dove everywhere, running past him and out as fast as they could. Finally it was only Mr. Sanders and Jack, who shame facedly pulled up his shorts and jeans. His erection hadn't withered, but it had subsided somewhat after all the humiliation. He knew this would be all over school by second period.
Mr. Sanders looked at him.
"Cooper, isn't it? Had you last year for Science I."
Jack blushed. "Yes, sir."
"Hmmm. You weren't putting on a show for them by any chance, were you?"
"Mr. Sanders, it wasn't my fault. I swear."
"Well" he looked him up and down, "it wouldn't be the first time a boy had tried putting on a show for his friends."
"They weren't my friends and I wasn't putting on a show." Jack was deeply angry but too ashamed to know what else to say.
"Well, get on to class then. But this better not happen again."
Jack went to class angry and hurt. It wasn't his fault. And if his father and brother had let him alone about his private life, he wouldn't have been so desperate to jack off in a stall.
&&
It wasn't until lunch that he had a chance to try again to get some relief. All morning long he had wondered who knew about what happened in the bathroom. Every grinning face his way could have been someone laughing at him. His dick ached to be worked. In third period he had tried dropping his hand below the desk level to at least touch the thing – it had gotten hard again and was softly leaking. But as he touched his target, a guy behind him started snickering and whispering to someone to look at Cooper.
By the first lunch wave, Jack thought everybody in school must have heard about what happened to him. Several girls gave him appreciative grins or smiles, but he couldn't take it in since he was too caught up in the thought of being held up to ridicule.
He and Zack ended up at the same table, and with no one joining them at the moment, he asked Zack if he had heard what happened to him.
Zack looked down with a grin and nodded. "Looks like you made the top of the charts with that. I've seen a couple of pics guys sent me on my cell." He was hanging his head, but Jack realized he was laughing at the same time.
"It's not funny," Jack hissed.
"I know" he replied between chuckles, "but you looked so...so...I don't know, so on display. And that thing of yours, it looked like it never wanted to go down."
Jack was getting mad all over again. "So they not only have seen me stripped, they've seen my dick. And seen it hard."
Zack put his head down on the table and kept laughing. "It's just so...hilarious."
"Well, you didn't think it was so hilarious when you got your dick caught in your zipper a few years ago and called me crying like a baby girl." Jack remembered it well. Helping his friend had sort of sealed their friendship. And now, his friend was laughing at him. Like the school was too, probably, he guessed.
"I'm sorry. But if you could have seen the look on your face..."
Jack was close to being furious. Best friends weren't supposed to act like Zack, they were supposed to support you. He stood up, grabbed his tray, and returned it to the trash. He headed for the bathroom.
But before he was out of the cafeteria, Mr. Sanders, who was lunch monitor for the day, stopped him. Jack was still totally boned. Sanders looked him up and down.
"Where were you going?"
"To the bathroom."
"In that shape?" His eyes centered on the erection jutting out against Jack's pants. He gave a shudder of displeasure. "I don't think so."
"Mr. Sanders, please! I have GOT to get to the bathroom."
"Well I can't have a repeat of this morning. Don't you know you could be arrested for exposing yourself the way you were doing?"
"It wasn't me."
"It was you; I stood there and talked to you."
"I mean I wasn't..."
"Just a moment. Let me get a hall monitor to accompany you."
Jack was flabbergasted. And somehow his anger was making his erection that much harder. It was like he was building to a climax without even touching it.
Using his cell, Sanders punched a button, asking the office to send a monitor down to the cafeteria. In only a brief period of time, one arrived. Jack gasped when he saw who it was – one of the two guys who had held him this morning.
"Good man, Perkins," Sanders greeted the big linebacker with confidence. "I think you might remember this student from the bathroom experience before school?"
"Yes, sir" Perkins said, flashing Jack an evil and greedy look.
"Well, he says he wants to use the bathroom. After this morning's incident, I don't think he should go alone. Do you want someone to accompany you?"
Perkins was about to say no, until a thought hit him. "If Grossman could meet us at the far bathroom near the storage area, that would be excellent."
"Great. You take him there, and I'll call the office to send Grossman to join you."
Jack didn't say anything to Perkins as they went, although it bothered him that Perkins seemed entirely too happy with this.
The bathroom was the furtherest away from the rest of the school. As they got near, Jack saw someone waiting.
"Grossman! Look what I've got here!" Perkins was exuberant.
It was the other guy from this morning! Jack tried to pull away.
"Naw, man, I've got you. Here Grossman, let's take him in that last stall. Reminds me of when we'd take the letter club guys down here for initiation."
Grossman laughed. "Great times, right?"
"For sure!" They high fived each other and dragged Jack inside.
"I'll hold him while you check out that dick. He claims he wanted to use the bathroom, but I know what he really wanted to do. Let's see what he's got this time."
"Remember when we used to mess up the letter club guys' dicks down here?"
"And they never told! That was what was so great."
"Too embarrassed or too ashamed."
"Some of both, I guess. Get his stuff pulled down."
Grossman seemed to love his work. It only took a moment before Jack had his pants and shorts at his ankles and his dick jutting high, proud, and wet.
"Precum all over. If you've still got that ruler we used on them, the stuff will fly everywhere."
"Too bad there's only this one. Remember how they hated having to lick the precum off each other's guys dicks before we started in on them with the ruler?" They both laughed as if it was the funniest and happiest memory they had.
"Man you can't help but love an athletic program that allows us to initiate the guys with no questions asked."
"Great times. But now let's get busy. You keep him still and I'll try to stand to one side while I use the ruler to give that thing of his a lesson in staying down."
"See how far that precum will fly each time you swap that bone, ok?"
Perkins started hitting Jack's bone from all sides, from piss slit to balls, while Jack struggled. He didn't want to scream, but when it started to hurt he let out a yelp.
"Shut up or I'll stick something in your mouth to keep you quiet."
They heard someone come in. Perkins looked over the top of the stall.
"Hey Jennings! You want to see something interesting?"
The stall door opened and another tall senior came in. The three of them practically filled the stall, and Jack at 6 feet tall felt dwarfed by them. Plus now there was an air of testosterone and musk with three guys that big so close.
Jennings burst out laughing. "Isn't that the guy you got this morning?"
"Right."
Recognized him from the pictures. Hey man, you're famous!"
"Want to snap a few good pics? But first, check out that bone of his. It's red from getting slapped with my mighty ruler, and hot from being horned. Grab that pole and give it a stroke or two. He'll love it."
He obliged. Jack reared up as Jennings' hand wrapped about his shaft and gave it some firm strokes.
"He loves this shit, doesn't he?" Jennings asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well get some pics and then we'll have to go. Sanders is taking my monitor slot and he'll get suspicious if I'm gone too long."
"I'm pretty sure Sanders is a closet case. But I'll get the pics. Who should I share these with?"
"For now only the three of us. Unless Jack wants a copy too. Do you Jack?" He grinned evilly and snickered.
By the time they finished, precum spatter was all over the walls and floor of the stall. Jack himself was still totally horned, but they wouldn't leave him alone. He pulled his clothes up and they all exited together.
As they got near the cafeteria, Perkins pulled him aside. He tilted Jack's face up so he had to look directly at him, while with his other hand he groped Jack's bone. He felt Jack start to vibrate.
"Listen, Jack, because this is important. When you get to school tomorrow, I'm going to check you out, and if you are as hard then as you are now, I'm going to go to Sanders and recommend either you be sent to a really good doctor, or that you be required to wear a jock strap to school every day. And to sweeten the offer, I will suggest he be the one to check you every day to see if you're wearing it and what condition it's in. You know what I mean, like wet with splatter or having a fight to keep that bone inside. You understand?"
He gave a final grope and Jack shuddered and nodded.
"Good man!" Perkins said and let him go.
&&
The bus ride home was another nightmare. When he got on the bus even the younger ones hooted, jeered, and pointed., Obviously they had heard about what had happened. He wondered how many had actually seen the picture from this morning. He was mortified. And he had to walk down the aisle past all of them to get to his seat in the back.
Zack sat down beside him.
"You still mad at me, Jack?"
"No. It's just that everything's gone wrong today. It's like the whole world's got it in for me."
"I'm sorry." He paused and looked over. "Anything I can do to help?"
"No. Just put up with me when I'm in a mood, and keep being my friend."
"Right. And we can get together soon and shoot some baskets. Outdoor exercise can really boost your mood."
Jack felt better. And he realized for the first time that his erection was gone, although his briefs were soggy from all the precum he had generated. He couldn't wait to get home and get out of them.
When he got off the bus, Grady and Matt did too. Matt followed them into their house, asking Jack all sorts of questions about his morning and if he had a copy of any of the pics. Once Jack had gone to his room, Matt asked Grady "If he starts to jacking it today, can I watch?"
"He won't be doing that" Grady assured him.
"Why not? Hasn't he been doing it for weeks?"
He was about to tell Matt what it all was about, when he heard Jack call to him from his room. Telling Matt to wait, he went to see Jack.
Jack was sitting on his bed. He patted the place beside it, and Grady sat down.
"Grady, can we do it this afternoon instead of tonight?"
Grady loved being able to say no. But he wanted to prolong the moment.
"Jack, if we did it before supper, you'd want it again tonight too, wouldn't you?"
"No, if I could just get some relief now I wouldn't need it tonight."
"But since you were been doing it a bunch of times a day, you know once wouldn't satisfy you. At bedtime at least you'd sleep all night long."
"Grady...please." He gave his brother a pleading look.
"If you beg, I won't even do it tonight. Now do your homework and wait until bedtime. OK?" He patted Jack on the arm. He loved the look of total abandonment on his older brother's face.
So it was a long afternoon and evening for Jack. As early as an hour before bedtime, he began to feel his erection swelling, and soon he could feel the moist stickiness dripping from the head of his cock. He wondered if Grady would let him go see Zack tomorrow after school, and not tell his father he didn't come home right away.
Finally relief was coming. Jack lay in his bed, clad only in his still-damp briefs, waiting for his brother. He heard Grady's footsteps, and looked up expectantly.
When Grady stood beside him, he said softly, "Remember you have to put your shorts in your mouth. We don't want our father walking in, and you got way too noisy last night."
Jack complied, and Grady noticed with appreciation that Jack was almost totally hard already. He decided if he could have Jack waiting, spread just like now, it would be a thrill to keep him wondering when he would arrive. He decided to begin that plan very soon.
"Hands clasp behind your head every night now, just like shorts in your mouth. Be ready for me. And learn patience, Jack. I might not come in right away if I'm busy with something. To get the relief you want, you have to wait for it. Understand?"
Jack nodded.
"Then say so."
"Yes I understand." His dick gave a twitch. He was so ready for this.
"Ok then, I'll get started. Remember, no noise."
The moment he touched it, Jack went rigid. His whole body was taught, and that hot throbbing steel-like erection responded almost electrically to Grady's grasp. He decided to make some comments.
"Feels really rigid, Jack. I can tell you needed this pretty bad. Has it been tough for you today?"
Jack nodded and made an uh-huh sound of agreement. He wanted to get into the joy of this, not talk about it.
"Uh-huh isn't an answer, Jack." He removed his hand.
Jack frowned, moved one hand to pull his shorts out, and said "If you want to talk, let me take my shorts out."
"Jack, Jack. Do you really want me to do this tonight? If not I can go to bed.,"
"Grady, please!"
"Shhh, quietly, Jack. Now I'm going to give you a few strokes, and you relax while I ask a question. What was the truth about that bathroom incident today. Did you go in there hoping to jerk off?"
"Grady, please."
He continued massaging Jack's bone. "The truth, Jack."
"Yes. But I didn't get to do it."
"We can't have you sneaking off to masturbate, you know that. If you try that again, I'll have to go to dad. And you know what that will mean. I had intended to give you a complete jacking tonight. I was going to keep my hand working on it while you shot, not let go like I did last night. That's what I was going to do for you, Jack. But now that I know you've been trying to sneak off and jack it, I won't do that."
As Grady had intended, Jack got desperate. "Please, Grady. Today's been really bad. It would mean a lot if I could feel good now."
"What would you do for me if I did give you full service on it tonight?"
"I don't know." Jack tried to think, but he was so horned he couldn't think of anything but getting off. "What would you want?"
"How about I let Matt come watch us some time?"
"Matt? Oh Grady, does he know?"
"Not about this. But Matt's been aware of all your jacking for a while. You know that."
"Let me think about it."
"Ok, and I'll think about full service. When I have your answer I'll give you mine. Now you just poke your shorts back in, and your hand up where it belongs." He reached over and with his index finger roamed it around the engorged head that was dripping. Jack gasped and went rigid. It felt so great!
"Please, Grady...ok. I don't really want Matt to see us doing this, but ok. If I have to, then I have to. When do you want to do that?"
"Dad'll be gone Saturday. We can do it then."
"And you'll give me the full treatment tonight?"
Grady smiled inwardly. He had led Jack to the next big step. Soon total control would be his...his and Matt's.
"Sure thing. Poke those shorts back in your mouth – all the way this time – and get those hands back behind your head."
Jack complied instantly, although his briefs filled his mouth, and were soaked with dick snot. Grady enjoyed the look of Jack's face with his cheeks plumped out like a chipmunk's.
The precum made the stroking easy, and Grady liked comparing what a 16 year old's erection looked and felt like with his own. He was fascinated with the way the pressure and the tension increased, like a giant rocket building up to blast off. It was hard and yet soft, it was hot and yet slick. He liked watching his brother's reaction to the masturbation. He felt like he was the king of the world when he was doing this. Jack was totally under his control. He could go slow or go fast, and Jack had to take it.
Jack was lost in a fantasy world of his own, filled with the kind of images he didn't allow except when he was masturbating: locker rooms, bathrooms, guys dressing, guys wrestling, guys popping each other with belts, everything that his outside world wouldn't approve of.
When he came it was like the end of the world. Cum kept firing out, higher than ever and more than he could remember. He was so lost in this world of ecstasy that it took a moment to realize Grady hadn't stopped jacking. He was squeezing the last bit out, then playing with the tip of the head. Jack began to move. It was getting uncomfortable. It was too sensitive. It had suffered too much today to continue this way.
Grady put a hand on his chest. "I'm being thorough, Jack. You know you want all of it out of you so you'll be ok tomorrow."
Jack still winced, watching his little brother playing with his dick that way. As Grady finished and his head cleared, Jack suddenly remembered what he was fantasizing at the final moment of total orgasm. It wasn't the locker room or anything like that, it was the guys today paddling his dick and groping him down there! AAUUGGH!
End of Part 2