Younger brothers bondage life in the year 2060 part 2 of 7

Author: spartan
Title: Younger brother's bondage life in the year 2060, part 2 of 7
Date: 07 August 2014

The next morning the bully came by to release me from the restraints for exercises. Last of all, before leaving, he removed the nipple clamps. I started screaming as the blood returned. Without the gag in my mouth, it came out full throat. As we were going out to the exercise area I continued screaming. I also noticed that I was not the only one who was doing that. At least I was able to stop before the exercises began.

The bully stayed alongside me the whole time. Periodically I would glance sideways at him. God, what a body he had! Periodically he would catch me looking and would make a comment something like “like what you see, faggot?” I sure did like what I saw, but I couldn’t tell him that.

After finishing my ablutions, I went back to my room and got dressed. But before I could leave, he was back, already dressed, and said “where are you going, faggot? You aren’t completely dressed yet. You haven’t got the clamps on your nipples yet. Go put those on.”

I obviously didn’t want those on all day while trying to learn at class, and said “no”.

“If you don’t, then I’ll put them on you. I’d like to see you try to prevent me.” He was blocking the door. I realized that I either had to do as he said, or he would make me do it. It was my older brothers all over again. So I just sighed, took off my uniform top, put the clamps on (Ouch!!!), put that tight uniform top back on (Ouch!!!), picked up my uniform cover, class books and notepad, and left. It was all I could do to avoid yelling with all the pain I was in. On the way to class the bully said “you will put those on every day now for class”.

That day’s classes passed as the previous had done, only I had a lot of pain to distract me from what I was trying to learn. When it was time to get ready for the evening session, the bully was right there to help restrain me. At least this time he didn’t have to put the clamps on my nipples since they were already on.

Everything went as it had done on the previous evening, with one unexpected change. In the facility, when it was time for a leather-clad dom to bring a cocksucker sub along, the leather-clad dom who came by was the bully! When he saw me he said “why, hello, faggot. My, don’t you look nice standing there erect.” The sub he was pulling had the chain twice around his neck, his face was a puffed up bright red, and he was panting, struggling to breathe. I recognized a guy from the classes I was taking. He sat next to the bully.

Addressing the cocksucker he said “Wayne, this is my special friend. I want you to give him special service.” He placed him in front of me and unlocked my chastity. As before I immediately became hard and in no time erupted into Wayne’s mouth. When I was finished, the bully went to the side and undid the chain attached to the wall. He pulled it up until I was off the floor. He looked at my cock and noticed that I was immediately hard again. He ordered Wayne to suck my cock again while I was hanging in the air. Wayne had to rise up to meet my elevated cock, but was soon sucking again.

My eyes were dry. My throat was sore. I wasn’t able to breathe. I was getting a bad headache. And my cock was hard and soon started erupting. When the bully saw me start to erupt he lowered me back down to where I was on my tiptoes before he secured the other end of the chain. At least I was now able to breathe again, though barely.

When I was finished erupting the bully yanked Wayne’s choke chain up to bring him back on his feet again. He let out a yell when he was yanked up and the bully socked him hard in the stomach, saying “I told you not to make a sound.” Wayne tried to bend down from the blow, but the bully kept the neck chain pulled tight which prevented him. I could see how strong the bully was. The pair then shuffled off, Wayne still struggling to breathe. I felt sorry for Wayne and felt lucky to be where I was, though I had to keep shuffling my feet around to take the pressure off my various toes.

The next time the pair came back I was again pulled up off my feet to erupt into Wayne’s mouth, only being let down on to my tiptoes when I started erupting. And this time when the bully yanked Wayne up, Wayne made sure to keep quiet, though it was still quite painful to him.

When the pair came by for the last of the three visits, I noticed that Wayne was barely conscious. He was just going through the motions that he had to do. The bully put the clothes pin on my nose and said it wasn’t coming off until I had finished erupting. As before, this was my biggest eruption yet, and I had passed out before the bully removed the clothes pin. But I was awake again when the guard was back to release me and chain me in the waiting room.

When the bully secured me to the bed that night, again as before so that I was stretched out to the max with that chain tightly around my neck, he said “I brought a present along. I noticed that you were turned on the most by that clothes pin on your nose. So I thought that after you get into bed every night, we’d have some more fun.” He put the clothes pin on my nose, which again cut off my breathing. But my cock was in chastity, so I couldn’t erupt. It sure tried to get hard, but couldn’t. The bully was having fun watching my cock’s frustrations. Just before I would pass out, he would remove it for a few seconds before putting it back on. After several sessions of this, he would tire or get sleepy, put the headphones on me, and leave.

That became the daily routine for me, except that there would be a different pair coming by at the facility in the evening. Apparently there were 14 pairs, because I didn’t see the bully again for the evening session until two weeks had passed. But he had a different change for me at this one. He said “us doms have access to the various toys that are available here, and one they showed us for punishment is a spiked chastity. I’m going to replace your regular one with this one and see how you enjoy it.” After that evening’s three cum sessions I had the spiked chastity locked on. He had replaced the key on the key ring with the key to the spiked one. Before leaving he said “let’s see how it works tonight with the clothes pin.” Wayne looked like he was ready to collapse.

I knew that I was going to be in a lot of pain that night. And I was. He particularly liked seeing my pain when I would try to get hard with the clothes pin cutting off my breathing. He must have repeated it so often that he stayed there for an hour. He started getting hard from looking at me and finally took off the duct tape and ball gag and stuck his big cock in my mouth. “Suck” he ordered.

I didn’t. So he put the clothes pin back on and said “it’s not coming off until I erupt. So suck.”

I started sucking. His cock completely filled my mouth, so I couldn’t breathe through it. He pulled up and down, up and down, since I couldn’t move. I knew better than to bite down. He’d probably walk off after putting the gag back on and leave the clothes pin on if I did that, not caring whether I died. As I was running out of air I started sucking for all I was worth. He finally came over and over into my mouth and removed the clothes pin.

I’d never sucked cock before. I’d seen others do it at the facility, and wondered what that would be like, but had never done it. I wasn’t sure that I liked it, but I liked the taste of the cum.

Afterwards, he strapped the ball gag back on and wrapped the duct tape tightly around my head. He said “damn, you’re a good cocksucker. Wayne needs a break from that duty, so I’ve been looking for someone to replace him. I’m going to have you be the one. You two can trade places. You can be restrained as usual, except that your gag will be kept out. You’re going to enjoy it.” Having said that, he put the earphones on me and left.

And now I’ve got something else to think about while I’m trying to learn the lesson from the earphones. I wish I had a way to stop the earphone lesson while I thought about what the bully had just said. But I had to put off thinking about now being a cocksucker and listen to the lesson instead.

The next day went as usual until the evening session. Dressed as always, this time the bully took me with him to where he reports, only without gag and duct tape. I had that chain wrapped twice around my neck, pulled tight and locked into position that way. It wasn’t easy getting it on under the collar, but the bully managed. I started having trouble breathing, and my cock tried to get hard, but got into pain instead. I started to yell, then remembered what had happened when Wayne had made a sound, and clamped my mouth shut.

The bully was told who we were to service this evening, given the chastity keys, and he started pulling me on my way. It was interesting seeing a different part of the facility and seeing what others were restrained in, being turned on by different stimuli than I was. But I didn’t like being yanked up by that chain after sucking cock.

I was soon getting my fill of cum. I was getting a lot more than my fill. I was starting to get tired of it. Finally the third visits were finished and it was time for the cock sucking pairs to gather together, return the chastity keys, and leave. On the way back the bully asked me “how did you enjoy the change?”

“I didn’t get a chance to get my rocks off. That was frustrating. Instead I got filled with cum.”

“Aw, too bad. And you’re only going to get more frustrated tonight when you get a chance to get turned on, but can’t erupt. I’m looking forward to that.”

That night was a repeat of the previous, gag back on, clothes pin on and off my nose with my cock trying to get hard and getting spikes stuck into it as a result. And finally he took off my gag and duct tape and ordered me to suck. Afterwards, back on went the ball gag, duct tape and earphones before he left. I could see that this wasn’t going to be such an enjoyable new experience.

Then there were the weekend drills. The first couple of weekends it was just getting the military commands learned and trying them out, plus making sure our posture was correct. That third weekend started out with a full marching drill, each of us holding a rifle, maintaining our erect posture and obeying the commands. Those who got it wrong got yelled at. Finally the frustrated commander said that the next one who messed up would be put into the brig for the rest of the weekend, severely restrained while in uniform.

Naturally the bully was the guy who was my squad leader, whose job it was to make sure that he passed on the proper command. He decided to pass on the wrong one so that we would fail. When the commander saw that and stopped us, he said “that’s it. Squad leader, bring the guy responsible to me.” The bully, of course, picked me and brought me forward.

“Give me your rifle.” I obeyed.

“Take him to the brig and tell them to gag him and put him in a military hogtie until Sunday night. And tell them to make it severe! And shock his collar every minute on the way. If he tries to get away, shoot him.” Another guy came up and started marching me away, holding one of those buttons the guard had showed me. It was all I could do to stay erect when he pushed it, and I couldn’t help but let out a yell. All the others could hear this, which I’m sure was what the commander intended.

When I got to the brig, I was taken to a cell. First they strapped on a rubber ball gag and covered it tightly with duct tape wrapped several times around my head. They lay me down on my stomach on the cold cement floor. They locked thick, heavy cuffs on my ankles. They brought my hands behind my back and cuffed them together with thick, heavy cuffs, hands back to back. They got a long chain and wrapped one end around both cuffs and started pulling the two together. The two guys applied a lot of force and brought my cuffs to where they touched before locking one end of the chain to the appropriate link which would attach them. They took the left over end of the chain and pulled it up and around the top of my neck, bringing it back to the other end. Again, they applied a lot of force to bring my head back. This brought my chest back well off the floor. Finally they locked that end to the other. One of them said “good luck surviving until Sunday night.” They both left.

I’m pretty flexible, but that exceeded what I thought could be done. I was glad that my nipple clamps were not resting on the floor, but my cock in spiked chastity was. I was trying to get hard, and was being punished for the attempt. This was an extremely stressful position to be in, and I didn’t know whether I could survive being in it until Sunday night. I was hurting big time. At least the hard collar on the uniform prevented the chain from choking me too much. And from what the bully had told me the doms had been told, I realized that it didn’t matter to them whether I survived or didn’t, since this was a further part of their weeding out the weak.

I tried thinking about how I’m kept every night in bed, and wondered which was worse, that or this. I decided that they were both extremely difficult. I was going to have to try surviving one minute to the next to survive this, as I’d be doing on the bed. But that was for 8 hours every night, whereas this was for about 16 hours. All I could do was survive one minute at a time.

Finally the 16 hours were up. It seemed like 160 hours. Guys would come by periodically to see me. Apparently this was the most severe any of them had seen someone be in. The brig staff finally came in and let me out of the restraints and out of the cell. The bully was there to greet me. The brig staff turned me over to my ‘squad leader’ to take me to the mess room for dinner. On the way he said “I hope you learned your lesson”. When I shot a withering glance at him he started chuckling, knowing that he’d set me up. He said “I know you actually enjoyed that, though you’ll never say so. I’ll have to arrange for you to enjoy that some more.” I cringed.

Back at my room after dinner meant back in the restraints being a cock sucker again. And after that, I was back in my room, stretched out on my bed to the max, with him playing with me with the clothes pin on my nose. He said that he no longer had to restrain Wayne at night, so he had more time to play with me. There was no break for my body to recover from that stressful hog-tie. I figured that my cock must have permanent holes in it by the time he left.

More than a week later we got around to Wayne at the facility, standing erect as I would normally be. The bully asked him whether he liked that more than doing the cock sucking. Wayne vigorously nodded his head up and down, meaning ‘yes’, with a smile on his face. That meant that I would continue doing cock sucking and wouldn’t be able to get my rocks off. My head was spinning with that tight chain around my neck. I didn’t see how Wayne had been able to put up with it for the two and a half weeks he’d done.

This went on for months. Finally the intense course preparing me for my professional career ended. The bully kept me at night the same way he’d been doing. I had spent two more sessions in the brig bent backwards in that severe military hogtie. And I spent every evening servicing cocks for a much longer period than Wayne had done it for. The bully had changed seats at class to be next to me, needing me to help him with his work. We both passed the course.

There was a graduation ceremony in which we all appeared in our uniforms. The bully was along side of me. I still had the nipple clamps and spiked chastity on under my uniform. I was looking forward to getting on with my career and to get those damn things off. I hadn’t gotten my rocks off since I became the bully’s cock sucker months earlier.

I knew my parents would be in attendance, proud that their son was graduating, and looking so handsome in his uniform. I figured my brothers would also be there, as I had been to their graduation ceremonies. I looked forward to seeing them afterwards, showing off to them in my uniform as they had shown off to me in theirs in the past when they had graduated.

Addressing us all, the commander of the facility said “you are graduating today, and will be moving on to your careers. Most of you will be having a professional job. Those of you who will be working indoors, as well as those of you who will have a career in the military, will be required to continue wearing these uniforms that you have been issued here. In the past, there was no requirement for people to maintain their weight when sitting at a sedentary job, and they started getting out of shape, having health problems. So it was decided that, to minimize these health problems which were taxing health facilities, you will always wear this uniform while continuing your careers. If you start to gain some weight, it will quickly show, and you will be required immediately to take off the weight, the easiest time to take it off.

We have learned over the years that you are more successful in your chosen field when you are kept with a partner whom you have met while here. Each of you has a partner who plans to continue in the same chosen field. So we will be bringing you up here as pairs to receive your diplomas, and to assign you to your new jobs together. This way you can help each other. You will be assigned living quarters, and will be living together. If you are not successful in your new job you will be brought back here for re-assignment and re-programming. I strongly urge you not to do this, as it results in severe punishment as well. And now for the diplomas. As I read your names, come up to the podium in pairs to receive them.”

I was shocked. There could only be one possible person who they would consider to be my partner. I was not only not going to be able to get those damn nipple clamps and spiked chastity off, I was going to have to continue having the bully torturing me. I was so engrossed in that, that when our names were read, I didn’t get up to go get my diploma. When the bully had started going forward and looked back to see me still sitting, he yelled out loud enough for the entire room to hear “get up, faggot, that’s us!” The whole room erupted in laughter.

I was so embarrassed. I got up and went with him. I hated to think what my family would think. And I hated meeting them afterwards, because it would mean taking the bully along as well to introduce them to him, since he had no family here for his graduation. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to see my family for that reason. But I decided to go through with it, at least for my mother’s sake. And embarrassing as it was, I did.

My brothers kidded me a lot about the bully’s comment. They asked what activity hall I was sent to at night, and the bully immediately replied “the male to male dom-sub hall, of course. Where else would you expect your faggot brother to go?” That brought laughter and even more kidding from my brothers, who also started addressing me as ‘faggot’, something they always do now. They were in the uniforms they wore when at this facility, and have filled them out more in the shoulder area since they were here. They were into athletics at school and have pursued a career in the military, whereas I spent my time reading books. They and the bully were very much alike.

The bully had brought a bag to the ceremony which he left near where we met. When it was time for everyone to leave, my parents said their good byes first and left. The bully had gone to get the bag at that time and returned with it. He started pulling out gear as I was saying good-byes to my brothers. He brought my hands behind my back and cuffed them. He put the ankle cuffs on my feet with the foot-long chain between. He strapped the penis gag on me and wrapped duct tape tightly around my head over it. My brothers had big smiles on their faces as they watched him securing me.

My older brother went over to his nearby car and brought a bag back. He pulled out a chain and lock and went behind me, wrapping it around my arms above the elbows and yanking it tight before wrapping it around again and padlocking it. My elbows were almost touching. This produced extra pain from my nipple clamps. He handed the key to the bully and they high-fived. The bully then got a choke chain and wrapped it a couple of times around my uniform collar and started pulling me away. My older brother said “wait”, patted my cock, feeling my chastity device, and said to me “keep it locked and you won’t get into trouble like I did. Good luck with your new job and your new life. I hope he keeps you well restrained.” He patted my uniform over my nipples, noticing the clamps, and also noticing how hard my uniform was. His eyebrows went up. Apparently my uniform was harder than normal. I’d thought it was.

Turning to the bully he asked, “do you ever use e-stim on him?” In response, the bully pushed the button on one of those devices which sent a shock to my underneath collar. I let out a yell into my gag, and the two high-fived again. The bully pulled my chain again and started walking away. I had no choice but to leave then, trotting to keep up with that short chain between my ankles. I heard my brothers laughing as I was being led off. It brought back memories of being back home with them again, being led out into the woods by them pulling a rope which was around my neck as my wrists were bound behind my back.

I’ve been kept restrained ever since. We’re settled in at our new living quarters, having been here for a few months. Work is going well and my career is progressing. My collar’s information had been updated by the Government center to say that I’m a homosexual who is turned on by extreme bondage while having his breath restricted and periodically cut off, and must be kept heavily restrained at all times when not at work. It took a couple of tries to find a company that would accept this, even in these enlightened times and with them needing good trained employees in their field.

At our living quarters there’s one bed that the bully is resting comfortably on before dropping off to sleep. I’m strapped in a leather sleep sack, all straps and strings pulled as tight as possible with my arms in the internal sleeves, large leather penis gag strapped on, with a leather hood over it which has pinholes only at the nose. I’m also wearing a skin-tight rubber cat-suit without hood. The nipple clamps have been replaced with metal pins sticking through my nipples that are remotely hooked up to the shock part of the collar, and the spiked chastity device is still on, also hooked up to the shock collar. The tight rubber cat-suit pushes on them constantly. I’m suspended upside down in the closet with the door closed. There’s a chain wrapped chokingly tight around my neck five times, locked into position at the back, with the loose end pulled down tightly to stretch me to the max before being locked to a metal hook in the floor. At least the choking affect from the chain is mollified by the leather straps from the sleep sack and hood. This is my normal sleeping arrangement at night during the week.

It’s a very stressful position to be kept in, one that makes it difficult for me to breathe, but I’m able to get more sleep while in this than I was able to get while on that bed at the Government center. At least I’m not restrained when at work, so I’m able to get my work done, despite having internal spikes added to my uniform. And with that high collar forcing my chin up, I have to keep the chair further back and bend at the waist to see the computer terminal and paperwork on my desk. We’re doing well financially, what with both incomes and the extra money we make with my sucking cocks on weekday evenings. There’s a leather bar that we go to after work, where the bully has dinner while I get fed by sucking cocks.

But I think the bully is starting to take things easier on me. He hasn’t shocked my collar-nipples-chastity in the last day or two while I’ve been hanging here in the closet. He only applied the clothes pin on my nose three times tonight before retiring. He seems to be saving those enjoyments of his for when he puts me in that severe military hogtie in our little cage Friday night after dinner, letting me out Saturday morning to exercise, clean up, do the laundry and clean the apartment before putting me back in that hog-tie in the cage, keeping me there until Monday morning, keeping me in the uniform I wear to work, adding only the gag.

I’m getting more flexible -- my neck is now able to be bent back to less than a foot from my ankles. The bully loves playing with me with the clothes pin on my nose and the shock collar when in that cage, particularly on Friday night. I eat and drink very little any more, and hardly ever sweat, even while in that cat suit, so that I’m able to stay in those clothes. And I don’t erupt, being in chastity. I don’t think the bully will ever let me erupt again.

My parents want me to come visit them at Thanksgiving and Christmas. They say that my brothers will be there. The bully is all for it, providing I’m kept there like I am here on weekends so he can play with me, since the cage comes apart and can be transported easily. But I’m afraid for my parents to see what my life is like now. It would be a shock for them to see me in that severe military hogtie in the back of our van, the way I’m always kept when being transported, as well as in the cage while at their house. It was enough of a shock at first when I was driven that way to work, but our fellow workers have now accepted it.

The bully also wants us to get married, and I’ve pretty much decided to agree. With our combined incomes and the joint property law, I’ll be the one in my family with the money. But that will mean that my parents will eventually find out about my lifestyle, since the collar information is required to be part of the marriage agreement that is printed in the newspaper not only where we now live but where we grew up, as well as put on the internet. Maybe it would be easier if they learned sooner rather than later. I could get my brothers to try to get my parents to understand.

My brothers have visited the bully and me here and have seen what my life is like. They immediately got into it as well, joining the bully in torturing me, offering suggestions to torture me further. It was them who added the internal spikes to my uniform, something they said they’d done to the uniforms of others where they served. When the bully was away shopping they stripped the clothes off me and hung me by a chain around my neck, naked in the closet with my hands cuffed behind me, gagged, up onto my tiptoes. They closed the closet door and made like I had left with them, so the bully didn’t find me until the next day. That was a long time to be on my tiptoes, constantly adjusting to take the pressure off them, not to mention the chain around my neck choking me. It felt like I was either back at that Government center facility again, though unlike there, my cock was in chastity and couldn’t erupt; or back home again, though there my brothers used a rope. I hated my brothers when they bullied me when I was growing up, but I’ve learned a lot since then.

Yes, I’m sure my brothers would be more than happy to do everything they could to get me to visit over the holidays when they were there as well. They’d have advanced notice to have something special planned for me. Maybe they’d take me out to that place in the woods where they used to tie me up, gag me, blindfold me, put a noose around my neck, and put it around a tree limb, pulling me up until I was on my tiptoes, then laughingly leave me, not telling me if or when they would ever return. It might be fun to relive some of those memories, giving me a change from the routine I’ve gotten into here. But it would be in the winter so I’d need to be kept warm. But why am I thinking about it as if it were my decision. The bully will make that decision.

Just then the bully opened the closet door and said “hey faggot, guess where we’ll be spending Thanksgiving and Christmas -- at your folks’ place. I’ve told your brothers that you’d enjoy seeing your family again.”

So that decision has been made. I guess he’d been reading my thoughts. I hope my brothers are smart enough to prepare my folks for my arrival so they aren’t shocked badly. I felt sorry for my poor mother. But I need to get my thoughts off that. I need to get some sleep before going to work tomorrow.

To be continued