The next day, after my first session with the three brothers, I was away from home, so I had to apologize when Evan, the quieter teen god, demanded I come over. In that first meet up, they had felt me, spanked me, made me do a full striptease, mocked me and jerked me off. I had committed to coming to serve them whenever they wanted and I could.
So today I couldn't, and I apologized. I will say that in real life, these brothers were very nice and polite. "No problem," write Evan, "tomorrow is fine. You will be my personal toy tomorrow. I'll message you when I want you here."
I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to be honest. Here I was getting abused by teenagers, humiliated, spanked, insulted and degraded, and I loved it. When it hit 3 o'clock, my phone buzzed. It was an sms from Evan.
"Come here now." Simple, but dynamite, as I was already concealing a growing hard-on. I put on some cologne and deodorant, and almost skipped down the road to their house.
When I knocked, Jared answered the door. As usual, he had on his egotistical smirk. "Evan, your Daddy slave bitch is here," he yelled. "Bring him in to my room," came the reply. Jared grabbed my by the crotch and pulled me in to the house. "It's up the stairs, first door on the right." As I went by him, he squeezed my ass."
I knocked on the closed door. "Enter in your underwear," came the order. Since the boys were staying alone for the next 12 days, I didn't have to worry about anyone but them seeing me, and they had already done much more than see me! I stripped down to my undies and entered the room.
What I saw made me really stand up, if you know what I mean. At the first meeting, the brothers had remained clothed while I was nude. It's what they call CMNM (clothed male naked male), and it's a fetish. I like it too.
But now, Evan was on his bed wearing just a pair of shorts. He was clearly horny, and had a computer screen with some straight mild porn. Nude girls dancing and that sort of stuff. He looked like a wet dream to me.
He saw how I looked at him and gulped. "You like how I look, admit it. I'm gorgeous, and you're my fucking slave. Right?" Even Evan could throw the attitude around. "I asked you something!"
"Right, master, you are gorgeous, a teenage god supermodel. Your body is perfect. your face is amazing, your eyes melt me. I only wish to serve you and give you pleasure."
"You took too long to answer me. Take off your underwear and lie down here across my knee." Shit, he was going to spank me across the knee. I did as I was told. His legs had soft, smooth skin. My cock was rubbing on his inner thigh, and I was secretly having the hottest time. I didn't feel any pain as he spanked me with his right hand, and reached under to play with my dick with his left.
"Who's your teenage god about whom you fantasize? Who?"
"You, master, you. I am your slave. You can spank my ass, play with my private parts, make me do anything you want for your pleasure. I am your nude slave." The sensation of simultaneously being spanked on my bare ass while my cock was being groped by his other hand was electric. I moaned with pleasure, and Evan heard it. He chuckled. On and on it went. I was so nude and vulnerable, and it was hotter than hot.
"Good, bitch. I want some pleasure now." He stopped spanking me, and then he made an interesting confession. Since he was only 18, I shouldn't have been surprised by what he told me.
"I've never really done too much stuff with a guy, or a girl. But some girls, even hot ones, offer me to play with them like I'm playing with you. Girls like that." He pointed at one of the nude dancers on his video. "Last spring, at least 3 girls in my class offered me their bodies. I probably will let them."
As he told me this, I was sitting on the bed next to him. He just randomly reached over and grabbed my nipples as he talked. "It's fun being super hot. I can get all the sex I want, however I like it. There's more to life than sex, I know, but having my power- and my brother and I together are lethal - is fun." His hands went down my abs, and now he was playing with my dick.
"Other guys see a hot girl and go home and jerk off about her. I will just order her to come over and suck me off, after she strips for me and begs me for my cock." Now he pushed me over on the bed and alternately squeezed and smacked my ass. And he kept up his power monologue. "I love using my sex power, and I'll admit, I like older guys too, if they're fit. And you are." He felt up my legs, which are firm, I will say.
"But I don't like having to be polite, having to seduce someone and hope I'm not going too far, or worry about rejection. I want a slave, who has to do whatever the fuck I want. Who can be my live porn, with full feeling rights. I want to be worshiped, I want to be serviced. I want to tell you you're a fucking asshole, smack your ass, and then you'll kiss my feet. And I can. And I am." And his hands went wherever they wanted, and I kept struggling to control the moans of pleasure.
