"So here you are, Tim." Jared Grimm looked at his foster brother with some contempt.
Timothy Grimm grinned, tipping his Coors, and flashing his dark eyes at Jared. Jared had to admit he missed the rapscallion, and here he was settling back onto the luxurious couch in Jared's suite near Harvard Law School, where Jared was a third year student.
"Great to be here. Is my cycle--?"
Jared nodded patiently. "Yes, I kept it for you in a garage downtown. I didn't know it would take you so long to be paroled."
Jared's cock began throbbing painfully as he watched his brother lean back, moving his hips around in the tight black jeans.
Did he have to wear those obnoxious combat boots? Tim nodded gravely.
"I couldn't stop hitting people. You know that about me, Jar." Jared nodded, and his cock pushed against his crotch...but always in that helpless loop. Jared felt the piercing pulling his frenum.
"So did you use the bolt cutters?" Tim smiled.
"Did you wimp out, Jared?" Jared shook his head. "No, Tim, I asked you to put the piercing on, and though it's been twenty-seven FUCKING MONTHS, I've left it on, though I didn't get far on my dates." Jared smiled ruefully.
"Such a shame." Tim said casually.
"I left the bolt cutters for you...thought you might get over your childish obsession, you know? I came almost daily, in my cellmate's mouth, in the neighbor's mouth...all the punks I corn-holed, marvelous...I even had an affair with the warden's secretary, Miss Persimmons, just so she'd arrange to get my dope through. Tim paused in memory.
" Yes, and then I fucked a barmaid yesterday, four hours after I got out...aaw, are those tears, Jared. Is Jarrie Grimm jealous."
Tears were indeed stinging Jared's cheeks as he stared at Tim.
Certainly he'd asked Tim, right before sentencing "I want to belong to you. I've only been in chastity belts, but I want to stay faithful to you while you're in prison, Tim..."
And it had been so hard, two years and three months of lonely waiting...seeing beautiful girls and handsome guys, all who Jared could've tricked with, on campus...
Yes, and he couldn't even masturbate.
His balls had felt as if they were carrying an anvil...and his baby brother had cum every damn day! All those men in prison, Jesus.
Tim didn't care about him at all! Jared shamefully wiped a tear off his cheek as Tim regarded him scornfully.
"I just...just thought that you'd...I don't know." Tim snorted.
"You have a piss-poor attitude, and as always, you're unrealistic. Sure you drove seventy miles to visit me every week, you sent money, but you keep forgetting, you're MY bitch, Jared.
You need a memory lesson, I think. Take off your clothes, and bring me the handcuffs and the razor strop."
"You can't blame me for..." Jared's heart began racing as Tim pointed to the closet, his eyes narrowing. Jared went to the closet, head down, and brought out the old bag that had the "toys" that he and Jared had kept for years.
After removing the handcuffs and the evil strop, Jared stripped off his Ralph Lauren navy cashmere sweater and unbuttoned his shirt, taking off his undershirt and socks. He hesitantly brought the strop and the handcuffs to his younger brother, who took them, and smirked, regarding Jared, now clad only in his "tightie whities" Tim handled the strop lovingly.
"I've gotten some practice inside, you know." Jared looked questioningly at his brother. "Yeah, whipping, if you can believe it." "For a while I had a slave-boy in the joint, Jared... his name was Whitaker.
I couldn't get any good straps to discipline him with so I used a rope whip...it was like, a piece of hemp an inch thick and about four feet long, with three braids. and I soaked the ends in waxed cotton so they'd cut in the skin..
.I discovered that Whitaker was a slave boy because I found a Leatherman magazine in his office, and after that I made him meet me for whipping and sucking in the showers when no one else was around."
"You found the Leatherman in his office?" Jared asked.
"You mean his cell, don't you?" Tim looked innocently at Jared.
"No, the Captain of the Guards in our prison had his own office, and yes, he kept his S&M books there." Jared gasped, but said nothing.
"Turn around, Jared" Jared obediently spun, putting his hands in the familiar position behind his back.
Tim locked on the cuffs and stood up, unzipping his leather jacket. Jared's eyes bulged as he saw how much more muscular Tim had gotten in prison.
"It's a great place to work out...all I did was lift weights and read Donald Westlake novels."
Tim tantalizingly stretched, his thick muscles cinching, and then he reached over and pulled down Jared's Fruit of the Looms.
There was the Prince Albert piercing, right through Jared's frenum, and connected to his scrotum. Tim laughed as Jared hung his head in shame.
"Only an idiot would allow himself to be pierced this way...you are just unbelievable. But here's the key."
Jared breathed easily as his cock was freed for the first time in nearly two and a half years. As it became completely erect, the little loop hanging off the bottom of the glans, Tim teased it a bit with his fingers.
Jared closed his eyes...oh, Tim knew so much about a penis.
Jared had been with more than a few girls before his piercing, as well as lots of frustrated necking sessions afterwards, and they were nothing next to baby brother. Jared gently pushed and pulled Tim's penis as he breathed inward and he could feel the semen rising to the tip of his cock as his legs trembled.
"Oh you're wonderful, Master Tim" Jared breathed.
"Oh, thank you it was all worth it--"WHACK! Jared opened his eyes in acute pain. Tim, grinning had hit Jared's erect cock with the razor strop, just before he was about to cum.
"Sorry, bud. Business before pleasure, ya know. So get over the side of the couch, now."
Weeping bitter tears, Jared shuffled over to the couch, his underpants tangled about his knees.
Although it was difficult for Jared to bend over without using his hands, years of practice had taught him, and he leaned over the couch, and Tim came forward with the strop.
"Now put your cock and balls behind your legs, so I can have good access."
Tim smiled as he pulled Jared's genitals through the back of his legs, then forcing the legs together. "Ah, now we'll get some exercise!"
Twenty minutes later, Tim was whistling and smoking a cigarette as Jared wept into the itchy wool of the sofa, his buttocks and genitals bright red and somewhat welted. Jared had forgotten how much power little brother had.
Tim finally went over to Jared, and dragged him up off the couch.
"All right, it's time to look at that other thing...I know you've been waiting a long time." Jared's heart sang as Tim helped him to step out of his undies, and led Jared into his bedroom, where Tim lay Jared down on his back.
Jared winced as his ass didn't feel like touching anything right now, my God it was scorched, but he stared happily up at Tim, who went into the bathroom and brought out a bottle of lubricant.
"But before we start...I'm feelin' a little stiff, and I should get relief first, eh?" Jared sniffed. "You're not the one who's been in chastity for two years..." but Jared quieted down as he saw Tim unzip his pants.
As Jared gazed, mesmerized as he'd always been by his foster brother's cock, Tim pulled his nine inch member out, and it was quite hard.
"Goodness it's a big..." Tim interrupted Jared's remark by shoving his cock in Jared's mouth, and Jared licked and sucked the long, tawny thing that he'd missed for the last two years.
It had seemed to Jared over the past decade that Tim had constantly been taken from him--sent to mental hospitals, drug rehabs and prisons..
Right and the punishment that supposedly was supposed to be Tim's had always been suffered by Jared so much more...how he'd missed his foster brother!
Suddenly Tim grabbed Jared's ears and began skull fucking him hard, Jared, coughing and gasping, and then he shot, hard down Jared's throat, the cum jizzing out of the sides of Jared's mouth.
