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?"
