The Brothers · Part 2 (2/2)
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"What's this?" he said loudly. "What the hell have you been up to?"
Martin reached down and grabbed the duct tape that sealed his brother's mouth. He tore it off quickly not caring whether he took hair and skin in the process. The red rubber ball popped out, and Martin leaned down and said in a firm voice, "What went on here?"
"Untie me, you bastard," shouted Steve.
"I'll untie you when I'm damn good and ready," said his brother. "Now tell me what happened here. Why is your prick tied up that way? Who did "Damn you, I've got to pee. Untie me and then I'll tell you."
Martin went to the bathroom and picked up an empty glass. He returned and sat on the bed, put down the glass on the table, untied the cord around his brother's genitals, picked up the glass and held it under his Steve's penis.
"Pee into this," he commanded. "Then talk."
Left no choice, Steve filled the glass which his brother poured into the toilet in the bathroom. Then Martin returned and said, "Tell me what happened or you'll be there that way until you do."
Steve told his brother everything – how the girl had come into the room, removed and then replaced the gag (the wad of duct tape on the waste paper basket verified his story), returned dressed in the black g-string. Steve left out no details – he was graphic about the girl's activities, playing with his penis, keeping him erect, giving him a tongue-bath, and finally the sex completed. He finished by saying that she would do it again the next night if Steve was again bound.
Martin listened not interrupting his brother. When Steve finished, Martin stood and went into the bathroom and relieved himself.
"Got damn it," he sputtered when he returned. "I wine and dine that bitch, and she dumps me. You stay here all tied up and get laid. If that ain't the screaming shits!"
"So, I told you what happened. Now, untie me."
Reluctantly, Martin released his brother who stood and stretched and worked to relieve the kinks and soreness that being stretched for so long had brought on. Grumbling, Martin stripped, got into the empty bed, and went to sleep. Steve was back in his bed, and himself asleep after a while
– but Steve dreamed of a repeat performance the next night. The only trick would be to get his brother to tie him up again.
The following day proceeded as usual with the brothers at the beach eyeballing girls in skimpy bikinis, striking up conversations, and trying to get dates or something for that evening. Frustrated, Martin used every trick he knew to find a willing partner for that evening, but every advance ended in failure. Grumbling, Martin returned to the hotel leaving Steve on the beach a while longer. The brothers ate dinner in the hotel dining room, and while they were eating, Steve approached his brother.
"This may seem odd, but for once I really want you to tie me up again tonight. The girl said she would return only if I was tied."
"If that's what you want, little brother," said Martin, "I'll be happy to do just that."
After dinner, the brothers watched television for an hour or so, and then Steve, who had striped, said that he was ready to be bound. Martin took lengths of rope out of his suitcase and tied his brother's hands behind his back. Martin noted that Steve's prick was already erect.
"You horny little bastard," his brother said slapping the hard penis with his hand, "you really are happy about all of this." Then he put the red rubber ball back in his brother's mouth and sealed it with wraps of duct tape.
Completing that, Martin brought out one of the bathrobes that the hotel supplied, and put it over his brother's shoulders. Steve, caught off guard, didn't know what his brother was up to and was surprised as his brother pushed him toward the door. Checking to see that the hall was empty, Martin pushed Steve out into the hall, then across toward the stairway. The brothers descended two flights to the seventh floor where Martin again checked to see that the hall was empty. Then he moved Steve down two doors to room
714. Inside, Martin pushed Steve toward the middle of the room where he made his brother lay down on the floor. All this time Steve protested into the gag, but it did no good.
"You're going to be tied up for sure, little brother. But it won't be you your mysterious visitor finds in the room tonight waiting. It will be me."
Steve shouted into the gag and protested, but his brother overpowered him and continued tying up his legs. Martin reinforced the ropes on Steve's arms and put ropes around his upper body. Then with Steve lying on the floor, Martin drew up his legs and secured his brother in a strict hog-tie.
To be sure that Steve couldn't untie himself, Martin covered Steve's hands with duct tape and also covered all the ropes with tape. Martin then brought out a plastic bag and pulled it over his brother's head making a small hole for Steve's nose. Then Martin covered Steve's entire head with duct tape leaving only his nose free. Finally, Martin got a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around his brother's neck and lower face and secured that in place with duct tape.
"Now nobody will hear your pathetic whines and protests," said Martin.
"That towel will muffle any noise you might try to make.
Martin then shoved Steve into the space between the two queen-sized beds so that anyone entering the room wouldn't immediately see the bound man.
"Have a lovely night, brother," sneered Martin. "I'll be upstairs with your girl friend having a great time. See you in the morning."
With that, Martin walked to the door, turned off the lights, and left.
Steve struggled. In all the times his brother had tied him up, he had never been tied so severely. He could hardly move – only squirm a little.
And with his head so completely bound, he knew that nobody could hear him
– perhaps even if they wee in the room with him. He had no option but to wait for his brother to return.
Steve had no idea how long he lay there trussed up like a chicken waiting to be roasted. Then he thought he heard something. The towel that muffled him and the plastic and tape covered his ears, so he wasn't sure – maybe it was his imagination. Then he felt something. Something was touching his legs, and then his penis. He moaned as loudly as he could into his gag. The touching continued. Then it stopped.
Someone released the hog-tie and allowed Steve to stretch his legs.
The mystery person helped Steve stand, then lowered him onto one of the beds and pulled his ankles back and retied the hog-tie. The person with him removed the tape that held the towel and took it away. Then he felt the tape being pulled away from the plastic bag and finally that was gone too along with the bag. Only the initial gag remained, and Steve could see Mary Ann standing there looking at him.
"Your brother is really a bastard, isn't he?" she laughed. She removed her housecoat and again revealed that she wore only the black g-string.
"You see," she said, "I was working at the desk when Martin – that's your brother isn't it – anyway, when Martin came down and rented the second room. I figured you told him what happened, and that he might be the one
I found in 916 tonight – and that he wouldn't be tied up either. So I did my rounds on eight and nine but I didn't go to 916. I decided to look here first – just to see what he was up to. And, as I suspected, here you are."
Steve would have smiled if the gag hadn't prevented it. Not only was
Mary Ann sexy, but smart too. She had out-foxed his brother.
Mary Ann lay on the bed next to Steve playing with his penis which was now fully erect. She kissed him, toyed with him, and generally tickled and played with him for well over an hour. Finally she maneuvered his body next to his with both of them lying on their sides. She held him firmly, opening up herself while guiding his erection into her waiting love nest.
Limited by the extreme bondage, Steve tried to thrust but Mary Ann was in control and she allowed him and herself only slow movement. She played him for what seemed like forever, and finally she climaxed. But she kept
Steve at bay, reducing her thrusts. She pulled away leaving him frustrated.
They stayed on the bed for a long time, just looking at each other. Then
Mary Ann started the routine for a second time, this time holding her legs tighter, thrusting harder and allowing Steve to climax.
Again, the couple lay on the bed for a while. Then Mary Ann got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she talked to Steve for a while telling her about a plan she had formulated. He listened – what else could he do. When she was done, Mary Ann brought out another length of red cord and bound up Steve's testicles and penis as she had done the night before. Done, she kissed him on the forehead and left leaving Steve hog-tied and gagged on the bed. Mary Ann returned to her room and dressed. Then she went to the hotel office and called room 916. Martin answered.
"Nobody is coming to your room tonight," Mary Ann said. "You might just as well go and release your brother. If you're the one tied up tomorrow night I guarantee you'll have a night you'll never forget." Then she hung up the phone.
Furious, Martin went down the stairs and into room 714. He was astounded when he saw his brother up on the bed with the red cord again binding his cock and balls. Freed from the gag, Steve told his brother about how the girl had found him and how they had shared another night of unbelievable sex. Surely there was no sex like it, insisted Steve.
Martin grumbled but finally untied his brother, and the two returned to 916. Steve wondered what his brother would do on Monday.
Part 3
Steve Weston wondered what his brother would do. Monday passed with the brothers hardly speaking. Again, Martin tried to link up with a girl
– almost any girl – and had no success at all. He and Steve tried the beach again, but found the same crowd. Many of the girls were obviously young
– probably high school kids and not what either of the brothers wanted.
Finally, while they ate dinner in a bar not far from the hotel, Martin looked at his brother and said, "Tonight you're going to tie me up – and do a good job of it. Then you're going to get lost. Is that clear? I don't want to see you anywhere around the hotel. Disappear or the next time I tie you up I might not ever let you go."
Steve didn't argue with his brother. After they had eaten and Martin had downed a few beers, the walked back to the hotel and to their room on the ninth floor. Again, they watched television for a while, and then
Martin stood, brought out his suitcase with its cargo of ropes and tape, and put them on the bed. Slowly he striped and lay on the bed, arms outstretched waiting.
"Okay, butt head," he said to his brother. "Tie me up."
Steve took lengths of rope and fastened them to his brother's wrists.
He secured the other ends to the legs of the bed pulling Martin's arms out and securing them so that the large man had almost no room to squirm.
Next came Martin's ankles. Done, Steve looked at his brother. It was the first time he had been the bondage master – the top – and his brother had played the role of submissive. He was pleased that he had done a quality job. Martin would remain that way until someone freed him.
"Get with it, stupid," Martin spat out at his brother. "Gag me, and then get out. I don't want to see your scrawny ass around here again tonight.
I don't care where you go. Just leave."
Cheered by his brother's nasty attitude, Steve put the red rubber ball into his brother's mouth and then wrapped his lower head with duct tape.
Steve did an especially nice job with the gag pushing down the tape to remove any bubbles and guarantee that the tape stuck firmly to his brother's face.
"This isn't fair," complained Steve drawing on all of his powers as an actor. "She was my find, and I should be the one tied up on the bed tonight."
"Mmmmphhhhhh," screamed Martin into his gag.
"Oh, knock it off," said Steve. "Tied up that way, what are you going to do to me anyway?"
Steve gathered up his things, went to the door, turned off the light and left. He moved down the hall to the elevator and took it to the first sub-basement. Leaving the elevator, he moved down the Spartan unpainted hall until he found room SB-101. Softly he knocked. When Mary Ann opened the door she stood there blocking Steve's entrance while she looked at him.
"First time I've seen you untied," she said.
"Nice to be untied," said Steve.
"If you come in," she cautioned, "You might spend a lot of time tied up. You might not be able to leave even if you want to."
"I can't imagine wanting to leave you," said Steve.
"Still," she said, "You will probably spend the rest of your vacation in this room and you won't be saying very much."
"Can I come in?" asked Steve quietly.
"Come in," she said with a big smile.
An hour later Steve sat on an over-stuffed couch next to Mary Ann. Steve was wearing a straitjacket buckled tightly including crotch straps. His mouth was full of the bulb of a large black leather gag that was secured with a small lock. Cuffs held his ankles and his upper legs. That was all
Steve was wearing. Mary Ann sat next to him, naked. Her right hand played with his erect penis while they watched a bondage movie on her small television set. It was the start of the most wonderful week he could ever remember.
On the ninth floor, Martha Gilbertson, known by everyone who ever dealt with her as Mrs. Gilbertson, walked down the hall toward room 916. It was the last room on her rounds. She had returned from a weekend with her family, and was happy to be back in the hotel that she loved and where she had worked for over thirty years. Mrs. Gilbertson was a fixture – an old retainer
– someone who was almost part of the hotel. At almost seventy years old, she was strong and tough and tolerated no nonsense. Nobody crossed Martha
Gilbertson.
When Mrs. Gilbertson walked into room 916, she turned on the light, took one look at the naked man bound and gagged on the bed, and called the police.
When Steve Weston flew home alone he wondered where his brother was.
Both of them were scheduled to be on the plane, but room 916 was empty and there was no sign of Martin.
When he arrived at the family home, his father wanted to talk to him.
He was unhappy about having to wire money to Martin to bail him out of jail – supposedly for consorting with prostitutes as the police assumed that only a hooker would have tied up the man and left him in his hotel room. Steve indicated that he would testify, if necessary, that he had tied up his brother as a prank. Then father and son had a long discussion and Steve explained what his brother had done to him – leaving him bound and gagged in the hotel room. He told his father about the girl and what had happened. His father laughed.
"I guess Martin got what was coming to him," his father said.
"Dad," said Steve. "I want to transfer to State College. I want to go and stay with Mary Ann."
"I hope there's more going that just bondage sex," said his father.
"There is," Steve said.
Steve's father agreed, also seeing that it would be best to have the two brothers farther apart – for a while at least. So Steve transferred to State College and moved in with Mary Ann. And so far in their relationship, she hasn't kept him tied up for more than twenty-four hours at a time.
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10.01.03 | updated – 07.05.17
The Brothers · Part 2 (2/2)
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