Friday morning came early for Oscar as he arrived at the family farm outside the city with Brandon. The sun was just coming up over the horizon as the dew shined like glass on the grass in the fields. Agriculture was in Brandon's blood, he intended to pursue it in college. Oscar looked at his younger brother almost a slightly shorter version of himself. Brandon's black hair was cut a bit shorter, but his eyes matched his green color. In their black boots, jeans and denim shirts they surveyed the area. They checked the barn and livestock outside to make sure the food and water were available in plentiful quantities. A few horses were on the 100 acres left from the days his father had a profitable breeding operation. It paid for their house in the city that his mother always wanted as she grew older, as well as a lot of other things. The horses are mainly used now to check on the new moneymakers, cattle. Their father settled on a special breed that always carried a better price at the auction.
Looking up across the way on a hill Oscar remarked, "Wow the old house is still standing."
"Yeah, it's mostly a shell now. The roof has more holes than shingles, and there are a few pieces of old furniture still inside," Brandon replied.
"Let's take a look," Oscar said walking towards the structure.
Brandon followed as the pair slowly made their way through the wet grass. Stepping up to the front they saw the front door on the ground. Looking through the doorway Oscar stepped inside slowly. There were a few cobwebs and sunlight was glowing like spears of light inside. Oscar looked up at the spattering of holes in the ceiling letting it in.
"From the light in here I bet most of the roof is gone on that side," Oscar said.
"It's the same in the evening on the other side, told you...roof is pretty much gone all around," Brandon said as they entered their parent's old bedroom.
"Wow mom and dad's old brass bed. The mattress is worn out and gross, but the frame and springs look good a bit rusty though," Oscar said sitting on the bed.
Looking at his watch Brandon said, "We better get back I have ball practice in a bit."
"Need some pointers bro?" Oscar jokingly said getting off the bed.
"Nope my baseball stats speak for themselves," Brandon replied heading for the outside.
The pair headed back towards the SUV as Brandon turned to Oscar and stood still asking him, "Seriously Oscar how many MILFS have you been with.
Oscar turned red as he looked his younger brother in the eyes and replied, "Well to be honest none."
"That's what I figured. What about college girls?" Brandon asked as they walked to the SUV.
"To be honest Brandon I have only dated a few," he told him as they reached the vehicle.
"I KNEW IT! You're still a nerd," Brandon said laughing as he got into the SUV.
"Ah... little brother remember in the end the nerd gets the girl. It just may take a while." Oscar said laughing too as the pair headed home.
In her home Tina had finished her breakfast and was sitting at her desk in front of her computer monitor. Leaning back in her chair in just her white robe, coffee cup in hand, she eyed the image on the screen. The woman on the screen was lying on the floor in a short black skirt and tan blouse. Her black shoes were contrasting with the white rope wrapped around her ankles above them. The skirt had ridden up giving a good view of her tan colored pantyhose covered legs. The blouse was cinched above and below her breasts with the same type of rope making them protrude. The material over her breasts was cut so her nipples could poke through. There was a hint of the areola that surrounded them. The mouth of the image was gagged with a red ball gag. Tina smiled as she looked at the face on the screen, it matched the one looking at it. Clicking the mouse, it was added to her gallery of many images. They were similar photos and artist renderings of damsel in distress bondage. Their faces too resembled the one looking at them. Tina was looking at her gallery on the website she used to publish and display them. Finding the free time this morning like the other times, she added her latest updates. Her alter ego lay bare on the screen in front of her. The imagination that thinks of being bound and helpless feeds it. There were times when she contemplated where the woman was being held. Who and how many held her and would she eventually be raped by them. The other times it was just the feeling of being bound and struggling, nothing else. Her fascination with the subject continued to cause her posts to grow in number. The number of followers of her gallery grew as well. The odds of detection by someone she knew were so remote she ignored them. Tina finished the rest of her day clearing a work area in the garage for tomorrow's attic cleanup.
"I'm headed to practice see you for supper," Brandon said heading out the door.
"Fine I'll make some burgers on the grill when you get back," Oscar said. "Hey, get some chips and cokes on the way back we have the other stuff," he said before closing the front door as Brandon left.
Oscar, wearing only his underwear and a pair of red shorts sat at the wooden round kitchen table. The coffee cup was full on the table at the right side of his laptop, he reached for it as he sat down. He was that nerd... focused on his future through technology with no agriculture in sight. Oscar set his future on the back of the AI craze even to the point of creating his own apps and programs. The college experience also enabled him to build on the alter ego he hid from everyone. Using AI, he could create many images of women in peril and bondage. The one thing he loved most were his many new creations. The ability to use someone's own image from photos or video and create any scenario in digital form became an obsession. The many images and videos of women bound ranged from tame, to extreme incidents of rape, or even gang rape. Among them were college girls from the campus to female professors from the college. The site of the female form in submission or peril always ended in an erection between his legs. This would lead to the inevitable jerk off session now and then. His latest development was a program that would allow him to use a photo or image of someone and scan the web to divulge anyplace the person's image was found. The results surprised him as two students and one instructor had only fans accounts. He sat back and thought of his encounter with his former teacher. Maybe just maybe I can get a picture tomorrow he thought to himself. The thought of spying on her excited him up to a point. Ms. Bradley's scan surely would not result in much, he thought. Oscar finished his day grilling and talking in the backyard with Brandon as they shared supper together. Their only distraction was a call from Ms. Bradley confirming tomorrow's attic cleaning.
"Right on time," Tina yelled as the two young men exited the SUV in her driveway.
The red minivan was parked at the curb. Oscar had on an old white T-shirt hugging his well-defined chest. Brandon did as well, causing Ms. Bradley to eye his form more closely. Brandon was one of her better students in her class. Now that he was moving on to college, she took notice of his body. The young men wore old jeans a bit tight she thought as they walked into the garage in their tennis shoes.
"You have a nice place here," Oscar said as he eyed her.
Tina wore an old blue oversized T-shirt, probably bra less underneath Oscar thought. Looking at her in her tight old jeans the knees open along with slits in the thighs Oscar felt his cock stir. The sexy look of her pale skin peeking through enticed him. The only thing Brandon noticed were the red and black tennis shoes on her feet.
"Hey, you finally got a pair with the school colors," he said.
"Peer pressure my fellow teachers insisted on me wearing them for home games," she said laughing.
Oscar looked at her bright smile. Her face not made up looked as good as when it was, he thought.
"How do you want to do this?" Brandon asked.
