Locked Lives

Bradley and I were nude in our cages alone in a bedroom of a suite at the Royalton that had been booked for some no doubt outrageous purpose. I felt dread but exhilaration at what our masters could be formulating.

“This took a lot of scheduling and communication, but everyone was eager to make this work” said Erik as he entered. He was followed by Andrew and four men. The others were Liam, Andrew’s 25-year-old younger brother who lives in Boston where they’re from and Erik’s 33 year-old older brother Rolfe from Chicago where they’re from. There was also Bradley’s younger brother Gilbert from Cleveland where they’re from and then there was Lucas who is 30 years old and is from Berkley and who is my older brother.

“Friends and now family!” laughed Andrew. Each of the brothers resembled their counterparts but were straight. Some married and some single. I was sickened. I had been close to Lucas and came out to him when I was 17. He’d always been supportive.  “You went along with this?!” I yelled at my brother.

“You’re wearing that weird thing and have been branded, all by your own choice. You’ve spreading your legs for anyone around. Obviously you have compulsions, and this is one of them. Growing up you were always checking me out. Sex with your straight brother has been always been a fantasy for you. How can you resist this” he said unzipping and pulling his seven inch well-proportioned dick out. In a sort of trance, I walked over to him got on my knees and put my brother’s dick in my mouth and sucked him with mixed emotions. Did blood association matter? He was a man superior to me. Sucking my brother’s cock for the first time as we looked into each other’s was eerie knowing this was a turning point in our relationship. “Do my balls” he said. I did him with gusto like I’ve done Erik and all the others.

“Yo!” commanded Gilbert who'd taken his sweet young cock out. Bradley went down it. The rest were content to silently watch. Soon, Bradley and I were in bed on our hands and knees getting paddled by our brothers. Then we were fucked by our brothers. After they came in us they each pulled their cocks out. They sat around the bed and watched the rest of this diabolically choreographed escapade.  Our masters’ brothers were comparably hung.

Andrew and Liam were now with Bradley. Erik and Rolfe were now with me. Incestuous sucking and fucking continued as our masters shared their slaves with their brothers in Midtown Manhattan. Then the bands of brothers switched off to Bradley and me. They all came in various situations.

Bradley and I lay in the soiled bed totally used and disgraced. That our brothers not only witnessed but participated in this bacchanal was traumatic. Such was our mindset, that we’d get over it and take it all stride like everything else. Still, this was unique. No doubt our brothers would brag to their friends and other relatives how they fucked their willing messed up brothers and how we liked it.

No one spoke to us. Erik and Andrew basked in the glory of their wildly successful enterprise and the others were appreciative of the pleasure they had experienced. We lay there listening. We were the last to clean up. 

After everyone had showered and was casually though smartly dressed we were all at Sparks, the legendary and nearby steakhouse. The six conquistadors were raucously at a round table where several bottles of Cabernet and Porterhouses were consumed. Bradley and I were at a nearby dual table where we each had a couple of Grey Goose martinis and filets and came down from the high of the off putting but charged event. Key lime pies, cheesecake and Tartufo were the popular desserts. After the victory feast, the brothers went back to the Royalton and Bradley and Andrew and Erik and went back to our homes.

The next morning, we were all back at The Royalton where alternative farewell blow jobs were performed by Bradley and me. This time I swallowed my brother’s load. The out of towners went to their respective flights to go back home. Bradley and Andrew went to their place. Erik and I went to ours.

“So, you know…” Erik said as he sat me down at the laptop. I was allowed to scroll through the voluminous correspondence that preceded the incident.

It began with Erik’s announcement to Lucas about my chastity of which he was nonplussed by. Then there was similar messages from Andrew and Gilbert. There were blow by blow accounts of incidents. Then notes to Erik and Andrew to their brothers. Then group threads attempting to settle on a date for the convention.  The communal tone was coarse. The brothers all were graphically aware of what they could expect and were gleeful in anticipation. It was dismaying to see how little Lucas thought of me and it explained our recent distance.  I was shaken.“

“Oh, babe you’ll always have me…” said Erik as he kissed me. The next day I was shown the jocular back and forth messages from the group rehashing the highlights. Most painful was the one from Lucas declaring that using me was monumental and thanking Erik and Andrew and wishing them well. Of course, he was up for another get together.