Cousins Take Charge
Chapter 13
Category – gay authoritarian – teen (legal age), role reversal, bondage, discipline, `forced' exercise,
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The warm sun feeling its way through gaps in the old barn strokes the bare flesh of the three teens spooned together. Rad rouses first, blearily reaches for some ointment, rubs it gently into some welts on Ben's back, remembering to use the remote to switch the cameras on. The jock moans gently, drifting in a semi-conscious haze, breath hissing through teeth when his younger cousin pinches a sore spot (of which there are many!), then rubs the hurt away.
Rick stirs last, feeling Ben's growing erection nudging at his tight runner's buttocks. He laughs. "What are you two up to?!" He turns over, looks into Ben's half-open eyes, kisses his mouth gently. "Hey, you were wonderful yesterday, cuz – great job."
Ben smiles, hugs him back, loving the moment of intimacy.
All three enjoy some `down-time', Ben generally the passive partner in some gentle massage and erotic play.
Ben groans. "Hey guys, I'm so sore – every muscle aches."
"Sure, cuz, just lie back and let us rub the ache away..."
As they gradually got up, tidied away, made their way home, Ben was given to understand this was `R&R time' with the twins making sure he was OK after the previous punishing day.
Back to equality!
No, not really.
In even the simplest decisions, it was clear that the twins decided, Ben complied. Every time they passed him, a little smack on those butt-cheeks reminded him of his status. And every time he looked down at his torso, the welts betrayed his subservience. He pinched a welt on his abs, imagining Rad or Rick wielding a strap.
Delicious pleasure-pain! He pinched the welt harder – and moaned.
Ben's was dimly realising how his body reacted to this crazy stimulus mix. He moaned again, opened his eyes – and hurriedly stopped when he saw a drop of precum beading at the end of his burgeoning excitement.
And then blushed when he realised the twins were grinning at him. They seemed to know so much more about this than he!
Equality?
No, not at all.
Responding that afternoon to the website comments, it was clear that yesterday's raw punishment had awakened some visceral instincts in so many of the viewers who wanted to see more – much more – evidence of a punished slaveboy.
Rick laughed. "Hey, you wouldn't believe the number of comments wanting to bid on punishing your slave-ass, Benny! How about this! A fiver for every smack with a belt! What d'ya think about that?! Since the idea first went up, there're shedloads of people offering to pay!"
Ben looked up from his own phone.
Well, what did he think about it? He was horrified, of course. Of course... Who wouldn't be horrified at the thought of a complete stranger paying for his ass to be hit with a belt. To have to look into the camera while one of the twins raised a belt, brought it down on his buttocks, to feel the sting...
Rad laughed with his brother. "Well, we know what your dick thinks about it, Ben – look at it!"
Oh fuck. It was ridiculous, but somehow his dick was rising off his thigh...
Equality?
No.
There was nothing equal in the picture of Ben lying on the bed, head hanging over the end, mouth skewered by Rick's cock, while Rad's was pumping his ass...
So why was Ben's slavedick thrusting into the air, precum dripping?
Certainly the confused jock didn't know, although the viewers could have told him...
Then his midsection jerked as Rick twisted his nipples, rubbing them, rolling them, Ben's eyes rolling in sympathy.
Now Rad was corkscrewing his hips, causing the oddest sensations inside Ben's ass...
Rick thrust deeper, down the throat, testing those anti-gag-reflex skills. Ben would probably have hated the ensuing choking, were it not for the nipple attention at the same time.
Fuck, the nipples seemed to be hotwired to his dick! Every nipple-squeeze caused a dick- throb!
For the viewers, a wonderful picture of the three teen bodies, gleaming with perspiration, the twins' runner-physiques contrasting beautifully with their cousin's stronger frame. But, although stronger, the power dynamic is clear. By comparison, Ben is a rag-doll, flopping writhing and twisting in response to the overwhelming stimuli, his confused eyes a mirror to his anguished soul.
The twins are playing with him. Whenever their cousin's breathing slows, whenever his whimpers pause, they increase the intensity – thrusting deeper, twisting further – rewarded each time by the muscles writhing afresh.
Now the clover clamps; Ben jerks again as his nipples protest at the pain – before sending a contradictory message to his throbbing dick.
Easy for Rick now; a simple gentle tug on the connecting chain, and the rag-doll twists and moans again...
Even had Ben wished to plead for mercy, the dick jammed down his throat prevents that – when Rick withdraws for a moment, there's just enough time to cough out phlegm, gasp in a breath, before the ramrod slides down again.
The twins are playing with him. Whenever their cousin's reactions signal an impending crisis, they slow down a little, then intensify as Ben's response draws back from the frenetic.
Their skilled performance on his body keeps Ben on the edge of frantic – bucking and twisting, not knowing whether he wants a pause or a continuation, not knowing what he wants – some dim instinct telling him that there is some glorious conclusion awaiting him if only he could somehow attain it.
Clamped between Rick's runner's thighs, Ben's inverted face is covered with muck – choking, coughing, snorting, guttural phlegm is drawn up by that demanding deepthroated cock; muck running down his cheeks, into his nose, his eyes, into his hair, dripping on to the floor, while sweat is running over his muscled torso in rivulets.
His nipples throb with pain, but strangely his dick throbs in harmony with them.
Rad's cock is thrusting hard now, extracting grunts of pain from each thrust. Grunts of pain they may be, but Ben's dick is swelling ever harder with each thrust. Inside his ass, something is happening very similar to his Ohmibod experience.
Finally, a crescendo of whimpers warns the twins that a culmination is approaching. Swiftly, Rad lifts up Ben's hips until his legs are over Rick's shoulders, while Rick lifts that phlegm- covered face until it is staring straight up at the throbbing dick.
Rad shifts until he can drive his cock hard down into the upturned asshole, Rick runs his own cock over the mucked-up face, while pulling on the nipple chain.
Something is happening! Oh-yes-oh-yes-please-let-me-cum-please-let-me-cum.
Without any manual stimulation, a stream of white juice pours out of Ben's over-wrought dick, straight onto his face, while the exhausted jock bucks and writhes in an attempt to reach climax.
But this is wrong! Tears join the muck as Ben sees his dick ejaculating ... unaccompanied by the normal wonderful orgasm!
His bewildered look makes the twins laugh.
"Oh no, Benny – if you want a proper cum, you have to earn it, boy..."
That hurt bewilderment drives the twins to their own climax, and a mere few hand-strokes is enough to ejaculate their pent-up sperm on to their slave-cousin's up-turned face...
There he lies, cute face covered in tears, snot, phlegm, cum... ...a degraded slaveboy.
A little later, the twins are watching TV.
Ben is not.
He has a different task; he is kneeling in front of the twins, providing oral services to each in turn. If that weren't enough to signal his subservient status, the twins have refused him permission to shower, so all the muck of the previous activity is crusted on his face, in his hair.
Ben is being increasingly made to feel like `Benny', and simple arrangements like this drive the lesson home.
Similarly, if either of the twins feel that he isn't working hard enough, a quick smack on the side of the head signifies their displeasure.
Ben's earlier unsatisfactory ejaculation is evident – his dick is bulging hard, and his moans as he sucks cock are supplications for release. His head gets smacked when he moans, but he can't help it, it seems.
"OK, I'm gettin' tired of this stupid moaning" sighs Rad. "I s'pose you wanna cum, do you, Benny?"
Ben looked up from his subservient position on his knees, dick throbbing.
"Oh please, Sir, please. I haven't cum in days." (How can a young athletic jock bear not cumming for so long?!)
"But Benny," said Rad in mock patronising tones. "You're a slaveboy, remember? You don't deserve to cum, you have to earn it!"
Ben nods vigorously, his dick overriding his brain. "Yes, yes, Sir – anything, I'll do anything if you'll let me just cum".
A little later, Ben is wondering whether `anything' was too rash a promise. The setup seems simple enough; he's on wide-splayed knees and elbows, ass up high, looking into a camera close by the foot of the bed. Another camera is set up behind, recording the jock's straining ass, thighs, dangling balls, anal hole in glorious humiliation. Two monitors have been set up by the first camera so that Ben can see what the viewers see – a further humiliation. No self- respecting jock would display his most intimate areas like this, and the twins know it – driving Ben's degradation deeper.
But that's not enough for the twins. Underneath Ben's stomach is fastened a sleeve which fits snugly (but not too tightly) round the head of his pulsing erection, which is already beading precum. He'd love to thrust into the sleeve, but doesn't dare to without permission – he's in that much awe of his dominant cousins.
Rad appears in front of Ben. The doubled-up belt in his hand elicits a gulp of apprehension.
"OK, Benny, you said `anything' to cum – your chance to prove it! Y'remember that business about viewers bidding for spanks?"
Oh fuck. "Er, y-yes Sir?"
"Well, guess what – we're gonna do that now!"
Oh double fuck.
"But here's the good news, Benny – you only have to go on if you want to!"
Ben peered suspiciously up at Rad. What's the catch...
Rad explained the protocol, hefted his belt.
"OK, the first batch is from Master Harry – ready, Benny?"
"Uh, y-yes, Sir."
Whack!
Ben jerked forward as the belt smacked into his ass-cheeks – and was rewarded by a delicious dick-slide into the sleeve... ...and another as he moved back into position!
Sure, the belt stung, but this might not be too bad.
"Don't forget, Benny", warned Rad.
"Uh, one, th-thank you Master Harry, may I please have another."
Now, why was that so humiliating? Ben flushed as he realised, looking at the monitor, that a complete stranger had just ordered him to be belted on the ass! His reverie was interrupted by...
Whack! Sting, delicious slide!
"Two; thank you Master Harry, may I please have another."
By the fourth hit, the humiliation wasn't hurting so much. The belt-strokes were stinging, true, but his slavedick was aching for more!
Whack! "F-five; thank you Master Harry, may I please have another."
"OK, the next batch is from Master John – here we go!"
Whack! "One; thank you Master John, may I please have another."
Now the humiliation was hurting again. How many strangers had put in a bid on his ass? How many strangers were watching?! He knew the answer, of course, from the number of messages they'd been receiving. Ben flushed again.
Whack!
These hits were stinging! If it weren't for the accompanying dickslide, it would just be plain hurt. But the throb in his ass seemed to add to the throb in his dick – Ben just didn't understand.
But there was no doubt in his mind...
"... May I please have another."
Whack!
Shit. Rick had taken over the hits, and was hitting harder – showing off to the viewers, probably.
But strangely it added to the eroticism, and there was no hesitation in asking for another.
Rad looked on approvingly. This was giving fantastic visuals! Ben's body always looked so hot under pressure, and his butt-cheeks were taking on a wonderful rosy-pink hue. The belt slammed down, biting into the ass so that the flesh around it plumped up to caress the edge of the belt. Then the muscle bounced back into position, leaving another flash-imprint of the shape of the belt as it withdrew.
And at the same time... Wow, at the same time! Ben's whole body jerked forward, muscles clenching in sympathy with the asscheeks, and then...
...And then his torso trembled as his dick pushed forward through the sleeve, corkscrewed, and pulled back again!
Ben's face betrayed more of the tumult within. By now, the belt was hurting so much that he wanted it to stop. But he was dying to cum! There was a huge temptation to do a fast pump in and out of that sleeve until he came.
And it says much for the effectiveness of the twins' domination that, unbound as he was, he didn't immediately grab that option. The temptation, though, was showing in his face, alongside the anguish of belt-pain and dick-desire...
Still he kept asking for more belt-whacks...
His face echoed the pain on his butt. Grimacing, sweating, hesitating now – but driven on by his aching balls – I've-gotta-cum-I've-gotta-cum!
Now Ben's ass-cheeks were a brighter red, sending fiery messages of pain to his fizzing brain. But his dazed moist eyes betrayed his loss of hold on reality – somewhere these messages of pain had become entangled with the desperation of his dick which wanted, needed, agonised to cum – would do anything to cum. His muscled torso was spasming as it attempted – in vain – to process the pain and desire. And so the twins had created a supreme irony – an athletic jock who kept on asking for the pain despite the accompanying distress.
Now tears began to roll down Ben's cute anguished face – matching the precum oozing from his plum-red dick...
Finally Rad had mercy on him. Actually, mercy' was probably not the right word. Pragmatic' might be a better description. Rad had extracted what he wanted from Ben, and wanted to pause before those tortured butt-cheeks had been so damaged as not to be of much use in the following days.
"OK, Benny, let's go for the final straight. You can push through that sleeve as fast as you like, and we'll hit you as fast as we like – don't worry about the mantra any more. Ready? ... Go!"
A freneticism of activity! With a desperate howl, Ben thrust frantically into the sleeve, threatening to unseat it from its housing, as the twins laid into those deep red cheeks with their belts.
Surely the onslaught from the twins would prevent him from reaching his orgasm!
No, the athlete had been deprived for too long! Nothing would prevent the long-denied climax!
Gritted teeth, distorted face, strident shriek – all heralded the imminent ... very imminent ...
There it was!!!
With a pseudo-scream, Ben's body jack-knifed, twisted, as days'-worth of cum spewed onto the towel underneath – muscles clenched, writhed as, it seemed, a second orgasm followed immediately after the first ...
... before Ben collapsed on the bed, moaning, sobbing, as the buttock-pain now overtook the orgasm-desire, to tell him how much it fucking hurt...
Later, Ben was enjoying one of those intimate times with his cousins as he lay on the bed in a semi-delirious state, soothing cream being massaged into his sore buttocks. Yet again, a strange mixture of pleasure-pain! He moaned and ground his groin into the bed.
Rick laughed, gave a sharp hand-smack to the reddened flesh – a quick yelp from Ben. "Steady on, you dick-slut – don't think you're gonna get another orgasm tonight!" "Yeah," chimed in Rad, "Or for some time to come!"
The sore-ass jock smiled sheepishly into the pillow, re-arranged his groin...
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