The Brothers · Part 1 (1/2)
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Mary Ann used her passkey to enter room 915. It looked like all of the other rooms on the ninth floor – well appointed with nice dark wood. Two colourful spreads covered the two queen-sized beds that sat against the right wall under a large print of a pastoral scene. Opposite the beds sat a huge cabinet that held the thirty-six inch color television set that provided almost one hundred cable channels including some premium items like Home Box Office. This was another of the more expensive rooms that littered the eighth and ninth floors of her father's hotel.
Mary Ann moved over to the beds and removed the spreads, folding them and putting them in the cabinet under the television set. Then she turned down each bed, fluffing the pillows and depositing the required chocolate mint in the center of each one. How she hated this job. Moving every Saturday and Sunday evening from room to room preparing the beds for the "nice"
people who could afford the luxury of a "superior" room in the heart of the city. Mary Ann looked at the fully equipped wet bar that sat near the windows. All contents complementary along with the things in the refrigerator
– not like other places where they charged horrendous prices for each item if you were unwise enough to consume something. But at the price of these ninth floor rooms, Mary Ann guessed that everything should be complementary.
She switched on the soft light of the bedside lamp, so that the occupants
– apparently a married couple according to the roster – wouldn't have to enter a dark room on their return.
Then Mary Ann moved back into the hall, closed the door and pushed her little cart to the next door – 916 – the last room on her route. Each Saturday and Sunday it was the same – on the nights when Mrs. Gilbertson was off, Mary Ann had to cover the eighth and ninth floors preparing them for the night – smiling at the occupants if they were present – going silently about her task if the room was empty. Still, in return her father let her have a nice two-room suite in the lower basement and that gave her considerable privacy. And he paid for her tuition and books at college – first two years at the local Junior college and now at the State College not too far away.
But in return, she had her weekend job which meant she couldn't leave the city or date on weekends. She hated that most of all.
And this week was the worst. It was spring break, and the city was full of college kids who played on the beaches and inhabited the night clubs and bars after dark. Even her father's hotel drew some of the college crowd
– especially rich kids whose parents paid all the bills. She hated them most of all as they flaunted their money, drug giggling bimbos back to their rooms, got drunk, and made repulsive messes in otherwise nice hotel rooms.
Mary Ann wasn't a bad looking girl – perhaps fifteen or so pounds overweight with a round face and usually a happy smile. Her hair was jet black and she wore it short but stylish. She dressed simply, and although she had a few friends, she seldom saw them as nobody lived in the city center where the hotels were located. And weekends were out.
Mary Ann moved to room 916, put her key in the lock, opened the door, switched on the lights, and walked in. Two brothers apparently occupied the room according to the roster. Mary Ann walked into the room and stopped abruptly. It wasn't the two suitcases on the floor near the television cabinet that caught her eye, or the clothes laying on the closest of the queen sized beds. It was the naked man lying on the farthest bed that held her attention. About her age or maybe a bit younger, brown hair, reasonably well built, he was laying naked on the bed, spread-eagle, with white rope holding his wrists and ankles so that he had almost no slack allowing movement.
And his lower face was covered with silver tape wrapped around his head so that he was rather effectively gagged.
The young man looked surprised and stared at Mary Ann who stood motionless and stared back. He grunted into the gag and flailed one of his hands unable to tell her whatever he had on his mind. After a few moments, Mary Ann recovered and closed the door. She walked over to the bed and looked down at the man who grunted and moaned into the gag while struggling with the ropes that bound him in that out-stretched position. Mary Ann just stood there for a few seconds, and then she sat down on the side of the bed and reached for the man's face, finding an end to the tape, and slowly unwinding it. When the end came and the boy's mouth was uncovered, he spit out a red rubber ball that the tape had held in place.
"Thanks," he managed. "Now, please untie me."
Mary Ann didn't say anything as she looked at the man inspecting his legs, his body, his crotch, his moderately defined chest – a bit skinny she thought – and his face. She glanced back at his crotch and admired the large penis that lay at an angle aside two egg-shaped testicles all nestled in a thick patch of brown hair. It was the size of the penis that held Mary Ann's attention. While she admired the large penis, the boy moved his jaw trying to get over the effects of the gag, and than again asked, "Please untie me."
"Why are you tied up here?" Mary Ann managed.
"My brother – the ass hole," spat out the boy. "He left me this way.
We're staying here together."
"But why did he tie you up?"
"He got a date for tonight and he didn't want me in the way."
"I guess I don't understand."
"Well, he wanted to come here for Spring Break. He's my older brother
– two years older. I'm 19. He's 21. Anyway, our dad said he would pay for the trip but only if my brother took me along and looked after me. That meant behaving, no drinking, and so on. Anyway, today he met a girl from some other state, and they made a date for tonight. My brother figures that he'll get a little – um – action tonight, if you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean," Mary Ann smiled.
"Anyway, he said if I went along it could cramp their style, and he wanted me out of the way. So he grabbed me when we came back after dinner to change clothes, and tied me up and taped up my mouth so I wouldn't bother anyone else in the next room."
"And he went away and left you like this?"
"Yeah. He's tied me up all the time ever since I can remember. He's big. Always been bigger than me. Strong too. So whenever I bother him, he grabs me and ties me up. Been doing it since we were kids. I can't tell you how many nights I've spent all trussed up and gagged in my bed."
"What did your parents say about that?"
"Well, generally they didn't know. Sometimes they saw me tied up, but thought it was a game and my mother only said that she hoped he didn't hurt me. Dad said it was just good clean boys fun."
"And what did you think?"
"Well, I got used to it. Sometimes I liked it – the feeling of being tied up I mean. That seems strange and I can't explain it, but I didn't complain too much. Only if he left me for too long."
"When will your brother come back?"
"Don't know. Maybe not until morning. Maybe any time. Depends on how his date goes."
"So," said Mary Ann thoughtfully, "what do you want me to do?"
"Oh, untie me please."
Mary Ann sat and looked at the young man for a few seconds glancing back at his marvellous penis, and then said, "I've got a much better idea.
Please trust me and go along, and I think you'll enjoy what I have in mind."
With that Mary Ann picked up the red ball and moved it toward the man's mouth.
"What are you doing – aren't you going to untie me?
"Just trust me," said Mary Ann. "Now open your mouth."
"I don't think so," he said. "Untie me. Untie me now."
Mary Ann reached down with her free hand and pinched the man's right tit eliciting a sharp yelp. As his mouth opened, she shoved in the red ball. Holding it there, she picked up the roll of tape that lay on the bedside table and began winding it around the man's head securing the ball in place and reinstalling the gag more or less as she had found it. She took the used tape and threw it in a nearby garbage can.
"There," she said. "Now I'll be back in a little while. You just stay here and don't go anywhere."
The man grunted complaints into the gag, but knew that freedom wasn't in the cards – not just yet anyway.
Mary Ann got up, left the room closing the door behind her. She hurried to return her cart to the sub basement, then went to her room. There she changed clothes, picked up a few items out of the bottom drawer of her dresser, and returned to the elevator, heading to the ninth floor. Still using her passkey, she re-entered 916.
Slowly she approached the bed where the naked and bound young man still lay, now watching her every move. She was wearing a garment that some women call a "cover-up" – rather like a bathrobe but more stylish. She stood next to the bed looking down at the youth.
"I don't even know your name," she said with a smile.
"Mmmmmmph," he grunted into the gag.
"Well, Mr. Mmmmpf, is that your first name or your last name?"
"Umpf, Umpf, Umpf," the young man grunted trying to indicate mock laughter.
Slowly Mary Ann undid the cover-up and pulled it aside revealing that underneath she was naked except for a tiny black g- string. Had the ropes not restrained the man, he would have sat bolt upright in the bed at the sight of her well-formed breasts, her pleasant body now revealed before him. Smiling, she sat down next to him, and let her hand play with his chest, running it up and down toying with the bit of hair that decorated its center, tracing the line of hair that ran down over his stomach toward the patch of brown hair at his crotch.
"You're nice," she said. "A very nice toy. I'm Mary Ann. Do you mind if I play with you for a while?"
"Ummmmmmpfff," the boy protested.
"I'll take that as a no meaning you don't mind," Mary Ann smiled. Her hand now began to stroke the boy's penis. As her finger caressed it, it came to life, swelling and moving fairly quickly to an upright rigid position.
"Oh, you like that," she laughed. "I can play with this all I want I guess. It seems to like me." She ran her fingers up and down the how hard shaft, then let her index finger play with the swollen dark head. The boy strained against the ropes pulling and moaning into his gag.
"It's just as well that you're tied up," said Mary Ann. "No telling what you would do. This way we can take as long as we like – as long as
I like anyway. You weren't going anywhere were you? No important appointments or anything."
The man lay back and signed, moaned, writhed in the pleasure that Mary
Ann's fingers were bringing him. She caressed his balls holding each one at a time, bouncing them on the tips of her fingers. After a while, she stood and turned on the television set. She moved through the channels until she found the Playboy Channel. They were showing a rather innocuous skin flick about every man's dream – two girls and a guy alone in what apparently was a hotel room.
"Let's watch this," said Mary Ann. She lay down on the bed next to the boy, her head on his outstretched arm. Her right hand held his now erect cock, gently playing with it, keeping it hard.
They lay and watched the movie, which went on for almost an hour. Mary
Ann continued to play with the boy, frustrating him, toying with him but never bringing him to any climax. When the movie ended, she turned off the television set. She looked down at the boy, and said, "You need a bath."
Slowly Mary Ann lay on the bed next to her bound playmate. Starting with his head, she licked him, covering his forehead, his cheeks, down to his neck, slipping over the gagged area. She worked her way down his chest paying special attention to his tits. Ever so slowly she moved down his stomach licking, using her tongue to tease and tickle him. Finally she reached his erect cock. She took it into her mouth and played with it, using her tongue to caress it, stroke it, taunt it. Pulling off of the erection, she took his balls into her mouth and rolled them around for what seemed to him like forever. Then she moved on down his legs until she reached the toes on his right foot where she lingered for a while.
Finished with his bath, Mary Ann moved onto the bound form, her face now next to his looking him directly in the eyes. He grunted a bit at her weight on top of him, but she knew he was enjoying it. His erection stayed firm, which was a good sign. Reaching down, Mary Ann removed the g-string.
Wet from the stimulation, Mary Ann lowered herself onto the boy's shaft feeling it glide inside of herself. Slowly, rhythmically, she moved up and down, side to side. Her outstretched arms held his bound wrists. Her legs were just inside his as they were held by the white ropes. She played it out, taking her time. But at last, she felt him jerk – his body convulse.
The movement became frantic, and he screamed into the gag. His increased motion brought Mary Ann herself to climax, and together the bound boy and his tauntress experienced mutual orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Mary Ann lay on top of her captive and said, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Spent, the boy lay exhausted, breathing hard though his nose. As the afterglow evaporated, she rolled off of him, and lay next to him for a long time, just holding him, saying nothing. Finally, Mary Ann got up and went to the bathroom. She returned with a warm wet wash cloth and used it co clean up the man, taking care to wash his stomach, his penis and testicles. She returned the cloth to the bathroom, and replaced her g-string.
"I had a good time tonight," she said standing next to the bed looking at him. "We must do it again sometime. My mother always told me, if you want to really enjoy a man, tie him up. I think she was right. I'll come back tomorrow night. If you're tied up, we can do this again. If you aren't, then I'm out of here.
Mary Ann then took something out of her bag. It was a cord about a meter long and it was red. Methodically, she used the cord to bind the man's testicles, separating them from each other, then she looped the cord up the shaft of his penis finishing it off with a large bowknot at the top just under the head.
"There," she said. "That will prove to your brother that something happened her tonight. Now you be good until he returns."
Despite protests from the still tied and gagged young man, Mary Ann went to the door, turned off the lights and left. She wondered what she would find in 916 when she returned on Sunday night.
Part 2
Martin Weston grumbled as he left the elevator on the ninth floor, and he grumbled all the way down the hall. He grumbled as he took out the key and opened the door. "The bitch," he said over and over. "The little bitch."
Tall at over two meters, muscular at just under 100 kilos, he was not handsome, but rugged. He had looks that appealed to certain types of women, but didn't turn heads when he walked into a room.
Martin turned on the light and walked into the room; steady on his feet despite the amount he had drunk both while with his date, and after she left. He moved across the room watched by his brother, Steve. Steve was still spread-eagle on the farther bed, tied securely and gagged, more or less as Martin had left him. Martin walked over to his brother and the sight of him bound that way finally brought a smile to his lips. Then Martin saw the red twine that held Steve's cock and balls – the large bow tied at the head of his penis.
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