Never having had a brother, the fantasy of brothers tying each other up (or me being tied up by my brother, to be a bit more specific) has always appealed to me. For years I pleaded for stories of brothers who'd been involved in bondage scenes together, and every once in a while I got lucky. This story appeared in Issue 45 (March/April 1995)
“I CAME FIRST,
SHOOTING ON THE COVER OF A COPY OF ETHAN FROME”
EVANSTON, IL.
This happened soon after college, when I left the Bible Belt and moved to
Chicago, the big city as far as my naivete was concerned, to start a career and
just be gay. I was lonely for a few months, I got mugged, and a burglar looking
for drug money followed me into my apartment and didn’t realize I had nothing
much worth stealing until he’d made me strip down to my underwear and left me
all tied up and gagged on my bed. My very embarrassed landlady heard my screams
and found me half naked and trussed up.
I got my act
together and moved to a pricier but better apartment, and things started
looking up. Shortly thereafter, I went to a Gay Pride Day March and met Stefan.
Things clicked immediately. We marched together, held hands together, got into
ACT UP, shared commitment, shared a few beers, and started going together.
Stefan was cute, with curly black hair and blue eyes, about my age, and as
leery of the whole phony bar scene as I was. We talked about our mutual
interests in light bondage. Neither one of us had a lot of experience being
tied up. Just the usual cowboys and indians stuff as kids and the usual suck
and fuck with hands tied experimenting as teens. We agreed that it would be
much more than merely fun to get the other one tied up and at his captor’s
mercy.
Stefan took the
first step after a particularly pleasing night of sweaty sex. I was spending
the night at his place, stretched naked on the bed next to him and snoring
away. I thought I was dreaming when I felt a hand trying to rouse me awake. The
hand slid from my shoulder blade down to my wrists, which were pulled against
each other. I felt them being tied together, and realized that this was no
dream, or at least not that kind of dream. Stefan had a piece of rope around my
wrists and had my hands tied while I was still too groggy to figure things out.
When I yelled
out, Stefan stuck a handkerchief in my mouth and pasted some tape across my
lips. He laughed and sort of fooled around with my body, rolling me around and
stroking me in all the right places. It was really hot because there was
absolutely nothing I could do except moan and wiggle around and get hot. Stefan
squeezed my balls and started milking my cock, while sort of kneeling on the
bed between my legs. It was like I was a little scared but a lot excited, and
Stefan definitely had the touch. He leaned down and licked my pecs and chest,
and suddenly this being tied up was getting better and better. He kept pumping
my cock till I came on the sheets. It was wild, and Stefan was as turned on as
I was.
He rolled me
over till I was lying in my own cum, face down. He continued licking and
kissing me, starting at the back of my neck and slowly all the way down till
his teeth were biting at my butt. It was great being tied while all this was
happening, but also frustrating since I couldn’t get at him. Not that I didn’t
try. Stefan must’ve gotten tired of my struggling. He spread my legs apart and
tied my ankles to the foot of the bed, then he rolled a rubber on his fantastic
cock and screwed the shit out of me.
It was the
weekend and we didn’t have much else to do that morning. Stefan untied me for
awhile so we could do breakfast, but he got me tied up again and fucked again
later that morning, before he drove me home with a big smile on my face.
That was the
start, and we continued “experimenting” on each other for months, every now and
then, like a reward for being a good boy. Bondage is a matter of trust, and
Stefan and I were learning to put all our trust in each other as we were
getting to know each other better. Stefan didn’t talk much about his family,
since most of them were pretty cold about him being gay. He mentioned having a
brother and some other relatives living nearby, but that’s about it, and I
didn’t press him.
As they say, it
was a dark and stormy night at the end of a long day, and I was tired and about
to head for dreamland when someone buzzed my apartment from the street door.
Stefan’s voice came over the intercom, saying he was having some car trouble
and asking to use the phone. He had a clunker of an old Ford that was always
breaking down, so this wasn’t a total surprise. By this time in our
relationship, we had keys to each other’s apartments in case of emergencies,
but he said he’d left his copy at home. I buzzed him in, thinking that he could
just sleep with me and deal with the car in the morning since he lived a good
30 minute drive away.
When I let him
in, he was soaking wet, apparently a little drunk, and horny as hell. I barely
had time to close the door before he pinned me against the wall and practically
fucked my mouth with his tongue. He started talking about how much he wanted to
fuck me and tie me up. I was still half asleep and a little dazed, but I felt
his hands tug off my robe and slip under the waistband of my briefs. Stefan
could be a horny fucker, but never this horny before. But I was getting into
being his object of desire.
He took a roll
of silver gaffer’s tape out of his jacket pocket and held it against my skin. I
was hard at the sight of it, even if it does play hell with the hair on my
body. He Frenched me again, but before I could beg for more he gagged my mouth
with some of the tape. He took my wrists and taped them together in front of
me, and pulled me over to a metal bookcase next to the kitchen. Facing the
bookcase, my hands were raised and securely taped to the top support, just
barely lifting me off my heels. His hands explored my body, reaching around to
squeeze my tender tits hard as he continued to kiss my neck and shoulders.
There was a pair
of scissors on the desk, and he used them to slowly snip off my underwear.
Naked now, I was told to spread my legs wide, and my butt got a few swats. This
was something Stefan had never done before. He took the web belt from his
pants, doubled it up, and gave my cheeks a light but firm workout. He kept up a
line of really dirty talk, belting me while cursing and praising my sweet ass.
Whenever I tried wiggling my ass out of the way, he just held me still and hit
me harder. He stopped only to take off his jacket and Polo shirt, then reached
into his back pocket and pulled out a red bandanna handkerchief. I was
blindfolded, and got a few more hits from the belt before he stopped.
I heard his
pants drop to the floor, and there was a bit of rustling. I’d been listening to
the radio, and he turned it up a little louder and walked back to where I was
tied. Anticipation. His hands wrapped around me as he closed in behind me,
feeling me up and down and chuckling when his hand found my hard cock. He asked
if I wanted to be raped. I tried screaming no and shook my head, and his hand
closed over my taped mouth. I felt the tip of a rubber-covered cock slowly find
its way into my asscrack, for my first stand up fucking. Actually, it hurt and
nearly rocked the stuff off the heavy bookcase, but at that moment I was in
orbit.
I came first,
shooting on the cover of an old copy of Ethan Frome. I don’t know if Edith Wharton would’ve
approved, but I certainly did. He pulled out of my butt, and I heard that sweet
sound of a hot man jacking off behind me. Super bliss. I felt a warm, wet bag
of sweet stuff tapping against my face.
There was some
more rustling as he pulled up his pants and patted me on the butt. I was ready
to be released, but he kept on stroking and massaging me. First one hand, then
another, and then I felt a third hand! At first I didn’t think anything of it,
but then I snapped out of it and started howling. Who the hell else was in my
apartment? Now there were four hands all over me, two voices ooohing and
aahing, and I was starting to get a little scared and angry. I mean Stefan was
there, but who else?
I started
rubbing my forehead against the bookcase to try and loosen the blindfold so I
could see, but a hand grabbed the cloth and yanked it off. I blinked a bit but
got my bearings, and couldn’t believe it. There were two cute guys standing
next to each other and laughing. One didn’t have a shirt and his pants were
unzipped, while the other was fully dressed with his arm draped around the
barechested guy’s shoulders. And they both looked like Stefan. I must’ve had a
weird expression in my eyes because they really started cracking up. That’s
when they decided to solve the mystery.
“Hey, Paulie,”
said the one who had a shirt, “this is my brother, Darius. Didn’t I tell you I
had a twin?”
No, he hadn’t!
Stefan, the real one, pointed to his half naked brother and continued, “I’d
introduce you guys, but I see you’ve already met.” He picked up the used condom
and waved it at me. So this was a big joke, and I fell for it all the way. It
was Darius who tied me up and fucked me. While I had that blindfold on, he let
Stefan slip in with the key he hadn’t forgotten, and Stefan watched the whole
thing. He watched his brother belt me and fuck me while I was all bound and
gagged, and he sat there and jacked off! It was like a twin game, the kind of
things they’d been doing ever since they were kids: pretending to be the other
one just to confuse people.
I must’ve turned
eight shades of red, then purple. If they thought I’d find being fucked by a
stranger amusing, even if that stranger was my boyfriend’s twin, they were
wrong. I was steamed and demanded they untie me. They didn’t at first, but I
think they caught the vibes that someone was most unhappy. They cut the tape
and released me, and apologized even as they were still laughing and high
fiving each other.
Suddenly I
wasn’t sure if it had always been Stefan in bed with me and whether Darius had
already tried a few bondage tricks on me. Stefan promised that it hadn’t
happened before, even though Darius was also gay and shared Stefan’s bondage
kinks. I sort of believed him but told them to go because I was too pissed to
enjoy any of this, even when they offered to let me tie both of them up and do
my worst. As you can see, I was very angry.
It took a couple
of weeks of Stefan’s most humble begging before I even thought about picking up
with him again. Of course there were certain conditions. Stefan got tied up and
soundly fucked by me on a regular basis. I forgave Darius, but made him hog-tie
his brother naked, and then I tied up Darius and gagged the both of them. And
both have crawled across my floor in bondage to seek out my waiting cock, using
only their teeth and tongues to undo my fly and fish through my briefs. Success
is rewarded. Failure is punished. Revenge is sweet, after all.
