Younger brothers bondage life in the year 2060 part 3 of 7

Author: spartan
Title: Younger brother's bondage life in the year 2060, part 3 of 7
Date: 12 August 2014

My life at work and at our living facility continued as normal until it was finally time to leave to visit my folks for Thanksgiving. We had decided to take the rest of the week off prior to Thanksgiving, so we were able to start out Saturday morning. We also took the week off after as well. The bully had packed everything that he was planning to take, which included a lot of our gear. I wasn’t sure what he was planning while we were away. I figured there couldn’t be that much to do at my folks’ home.

Last, the bully lifted me out of the cage in that hog-tie and carried me to the van, setting me down in the back. There were other boxes and packages on both sides of me, so I couldn’t be seen from outside. I heard him disassembling the cage and bringing out the various pieces of it to load into the van. At last we had everything and started out.

I’d pretty much only been in the van in that hog-tie while being transported to work and back. This was a much longer trip to be in it. I think that the bully intentionally tried to hit as many bumps as he could along the way to the railroad station where our car was driven up onto one of those carryall rail cars. We waited for the train to start. Finally it was off and we were on our way.

After the train got up to speed it was also a pretty bumpy journey. The shocks on our car absorbed some of it, but it was still not a comfortable ride. The train was an express and went all night. The bully was able to stretch out on the back seat at night to get some sleep. I, of course, was used to sleeping in this position, and was able to get some shut-eye as well.

Finally we arrived at our destination, and our car was released from the train car. It was still a distance to drive yet, but only about an hour or two to my folks’ house. When we got there my brothers were there to greet us. They were dressed in their Government center uniforms, as we were. They started taking things inside. Only after the cage parts had been taken in and re-assembled did the bully pick me up and carry me in.

My brothers had already greeted me when I was in the van. My older brother said “Hi, faggot. I’m glad to see you could make it. My brother and I have been looking forward to your visit. Our military commitment has ended, so we’ve got time on our hands before settling down. So we’ve decided to return with you and your partner to your place to visit with you there before returning here for Christmas. After that, who knows? Maybe we’ll return and move in with you. In the meantime, we’ve got some things planned for you that we think you’ll enjoy. We’re certainly looking forward to that, though I’m not sure that you will be.” Having said that, he started laughing. Same old brothers.

When I was set down in the house, my mother wanted to come in to see me. My brothers said that that wouldn’t be wise just yet, that I was tired from the journey and needed some time to recuperate. It sounded like no one had told her yet. I was getting nervous about what her reaction would be on seeing me.

Later the bully surprised me by letting me out of the hog-tie, gag and blindfold to go see my mother. It was about the first sign of compassion and consideration I’d ever seen from him in all the time we’d been together.

My mother hugged me. She said “oh my, that coat is awfully hard. And you wear that thing every day? Your father’s and your brothers’ aren’t that hard. Are you sure you can be in that all day, every day?” She, of course, didn’t know about the internal spikes, as well as the other restraints I was kept in.

“Actually, I enjoy being in it. It forces me to be in good posture all the time so I don’t slouch when doing office work, and I’ve always liked having my clothes be tight and hard. You remember that, don’t you?”

“Oh, that’s right. I’d forgotten. Well, as long as you like being in that, I guess that’s what’s important. I know when your father was courting me while wearing one of those coats he liked to get out of it when he would restrain me to make love.”

“H-h-h-e would restrain you? You knew about that sort of thing then?”

“Why, do you think you invented it? Of course we knew about it. Why, he used to keep me locked up in a cage during the day when he was at work. He taught your brothers a lot about restraining people. They used to tell him what they would do to you, and he would encourage them.”

“Oh, my God. And here I’ve been worried sick that you wouldn’t understand my lifestyle. Did any of them tell you what my life is like, now?”

“Yes, your brothers have been filling in both your father and me about it. It’s certainly much more than I ever had to go through, but then you’re a man and can put up with more. I think your brothers have a lot planned for you for your visit. You’d better be prepared for a wild time.” Just then the bully came into the room. My mother looked up at him and said “it looks like it’s time for you to be put back into your cage.” She left the room as the bully started putting me back into one of those severe hog-ties.

I had a lot to think about. So my mother not only knew, but she had lived that lifestyle herself before having a family. And my father not only knew about the lifestyle and me, but encouraged my brothers to bully me. Wow, what a revelation. All this time I didn’t know. And here, I was so worried about the bully calling me a faggot in front of them at graduation that I almost avoided seeing them.

When it was getting toward evening my father came into my room. He was dressed in his old uniform that he had worn when at the Government center, which he wore to work every day. It was a little different, made of different material, but still similar. “Hello, faggot. Welcome back.”

I was gagged and couldn’t speak, but I’m sure he saw my attempt at a smile. At least, I’m sure my eyes reflected it. “I heard that you’ve been worried sick about our reaction to your lifestyle. Marie told me that she told you about our starting out, about how I used to keep her locked in a cage like your partner is doing to you now, and about how I used to teach your brothers and encourage them in their bullying of you. It was obvious to me where your proclivities lay, as well as theirs, and I wanted to encourage all of you in the directions you showed. It’s helped develop all three of you into who you have become. I hope you can understand.”

I nodded my head up and down. He had just been doing his best as a father to encourage his sons to be what they started out to be. I not only understand that, but think he was right to do what he did. I just wish I’d known at the time.

He left, and the next one to visit was my older brother, the one who got the chain to bind my elbows at graduation, and the one who talked to me while I was in the van. He was always the dominant one of the two, though my other brother was the more inventive and severe. “I’m glad to see you were able to visit, faggot, and I’m told that you’ve been told our family secrets. I bet you didn’t know about our folks’ early years before they had us, did you?”

I shook my head back and forth.

“It came as quite a surprise to me when they told me. We never saw that side of them before. I wonder whether they would like to try it again? I’ve been thinking of broaching the subject to them. Do you think I should?”

I nodded my head up and down.

“Good. Then we’re unanimous in that. Our other brother thinks so, too. I like your partner. We’ve been discussing what he’s been doing to you, and we’ve been providing some suggestions for other types of bondage you might like to be put in. But don’t worry. There’s nothing mild about them. They’re all extreme, just the way you like it.” He laughed at that, and left my room.

Finally my other brother came to see me. “I’m glad you are able to make this visit, faggot. We’ve all been looking forward to seeing you again, now that your situation in life is well established and you are comfortable being who we always knew you were. Now when we start torturing you again, we’ll all be enjoying it. Welcome back, brother.”

I again tried to smile, and nodded my head up and down. So they plan to torture me again during my visit. I knew it. Just then I felt a strong shock in my collar, tits and cock. The bully came in and said “Hello, faggot. I’ve been telling them about you being a champion cock-sucker that has earned a lot of extra income on the side for us. I told them that you can do that while in that severe hog-tie, and they wanted to see a demonstration. So I’m going to take you out to the living room to show them. I need to get my rocks off.” That is something that we had started doing in our apartment.

He picked me up and carried me into the living room. Everyone was gathered around on chairs waiting for the show. He set me down in the center of the room, dropped his pants, and got down on his knees in front of my face. He removed the duct tape covering my head, and the ball gag, and pushed his meat into my mouth. It was already hard. I sucked as I had done hundreds of times before, moving my mouth up and down, and he soon shot his load down my throat.

My mother said “amazing.” My older brother said “I’m next” and came up to me. My other brother got in line behind him. Soon I had serviced both of them. The bully said, “what about you, pops? Want to try?”

My father looked at my mother. She said “if you want to, go ahead.” He said “I’ve never tried it with anyone else than your mother, but I guess it’s all in the family.” He got up and came over to me. He dropped his pants and put his cock into my mouth. That seemed a bit strange, but I went at it like I’d learned to do over the years. It took longer than usual, but he eventually became erect and shot his load. Afterward the bully strapped the ball gag back on and covered it tightly with duct tape, and sat down. Soon everyone was having a normal family discussion about various topics, with me in that severe hog-tie in the middle of the room. It seemed bizarre to me. I still had some adjusting to do.

My mother soon left the room to go fix dinner. When it was done they all went in for a bite. My mother said to me that my partner said that I ate very little any more, and would not be joining them. I nodded my head up and down. I was left in the living room, still in that severe hog-tie.

When they had finished eating, the men returned to the living room while my mother took care of the dishes. This is when my older brother started broaching the subject with my father about whether he and my mother would enjoy getting back to the bondage they had started out doing before they had a family. My father finally said “what makes you think we haven’t already done so?” All three of us brothers were a bit shocked with that reply and looked at each other.

My father got up and went into their bedroom. He came out carrying a full rubber cat-suit, along with handcuffs, ankle cuffs, a metal collar, a gag and a blindfold and set them down on the chair my mother always sat in. He put his finger to his mouth for us to not say anything. My mother was still in the kitchen taking care of the dishes.

When she came out she went over to her chair and stopped in amazement. She turned to her husband, who said “go into the bedroom and get into your cat-suit, Marie. The boys would like to see you bound.”

Without saying a word she picked it up and went into the bedroom. We three brothers sat there stunned. In a few minutes she came out wearing the suit. The attached hood had holes at the eyes, nose and mouth. She walked over to her chair, and my father got up and went over there as well.

While we sat and watched, he cuffed her hands behind her back, put the ankle cuffs on which had a foot-long chain between, gagged her, and blindfolded her. Then he set her down in her chair. He went back to his chair and sat down.

We didn’t know what to say. We were dumbfounded. Finally my father asked my other two brothers “did you have much of a chance to put anybody in bondage while you were serving in the military?”

That broke the conversation ice, and we started hearing lots of stories about the things that my brothers had done in the military. I started wondering whether they had any time to do what they were supposed to be doing, serving our country. Both my mother and I were just interested bystanders, listening to story after story. So was my partner. This was all new to him. At least he knew when to be quiet and listen, a lesson many people never learn.

I started hearing about various ways of binding a guy that I’d never thought of. I wondered after a while whether I would be experiencing any of them for the rest of this year. I figured I probably would.

Finally it was time for everyone to turn in for the night. My partner picked me up and carried me into the cage and set me down, closing and locking it. My father took my mother’s arm and led her into their bedroom. I figured they were going to have some fun tonight, that my mother was going to be kept in that rubber cat suit and those restraints all night.

The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my partner stirring, and heard other sounds coming from the kitchen as well. My partner left and came back with a steaming cup of coffee which he started drinking. He was chuckling. He said “your parents aren’t up yet. That was your brothers in the kitchen.”

When my partner had finished his coffee he went back into the kitchen. I heard talking, but couldn’t make out what was being said. Finally my partner returned and said “time to get up, faggot.” He pushed the shock button. Then he came over and put the clothes pin on my nose. Just then my two brothers came into our room. My other brother said “we wanted to see”.

My partner left the clothes pin on. I was thrashing around, banging my nose against the cage to try to get it off. My partner said “sometimes he succeeds in removing it by doing that, but usually he doesn’t”. This was one of those times when I didn’t. My partner waited until I passed out before removing it. When I came to he put it back on again. This time when I was starting to run out of air, he pushed the shock button. My brothers laughed when they saw my reaction to that when I was trying to get the clothes pin off. Again I passed out before my partner removed the clothes pin.

When I came to again my partner put it back on. This time my other brother had the shock button. He kept pushing it again and again with a big shit-eating grin on his face while he was doing it. It was as if he were playing video games. I kept jerking around as he was doing it, and finally passed out. When I came to my brothers weren’t in the room any more. My partner was, but he still didn’t have the shock button. He said “they ran out the door with it and hid it. They want to use it later on you. They’ve got something planned, but I don’t know what it is.” It felt good to be back home with family.

I didn’t see my brothers for the rest of that morning. Nor did I see my parents. My partner had gotten dressed in his uniform, opened the cage and carried me out to the living room, still in that severe hog-tie, and lay me down on the floor in the middle of the room. I figured that he thought he would attract some activity from the family by doing that. Finally I heard some activity in my parent’s bedroom with the shower going. At last they came out. They were like honeymooners, coming out hand-in-hand, kissing when they got into the living room.

My father said “good morning, faggot. I hope you slept well.” My mother giggled at that statement. She said “I’d better go fix some breakfast”, and left the room.

Finally my brothers returned dressed in their uniforms. They told my partner to remove the hog-tie chain and the cuffs from my ankles. We were both curious what they had planned, so he removed it. They helped me up onto my feet, cuffed my ankles with a foot long chain between, wrapped another chain tightly around my neck, locked it and started pulling it. I was still tightly gagged. I figured I knew where we were going. I figured we were heading into the woods for that tree. After a while I realized that I was right.

When we got to that tree, they looped the chain up and over that limb and pulled me up onto my tiptoes. So it was to be a repeat of that again. They locked the other end around the tree, and my older brother started explaining to my partner that this is what they did to me many times when I was growing up, but always with rope, not a chain, and without having anything covering my neck, unlike this time when I was in my uniform.

Unknown to my partner, my other brother had gotten some handcuffs and was quietly approaching my partner from behind. The two of them quickly cuffed my partner. He put up quite a fight to try to get loose, but it was two strong guys against one strong guy, and my brothers soon had my partner’s wrists and ankles cuffed, my partner gagged with duct tape wrapped tightly around his head and mouth, and had a chain looped several times around his neck as well. They looped it over another tree branch and locked the free end to the tree after pulling him up to his tiptoes like I was.

Just then my father showed up. He looked at the four of us and said “I see you got both of them secured. Good job. Let’s leave them here and go back to the house. You can come back later, hoist them into the air, and use them as punching bags. You’ll have to decide who gets which one. You should trade off every day.” With that, the three of them left.

I could hear my partner making grunting sounds as he was trying to get free. I knew that that would be useless. I was just thinking about having to endure being used as a punching bag. And what did he mean by ‘every day’. Did that mean that we were going to be here for several days? And if so, for how long?

Suddenly I felt a shock in my collar, nipples and cock. How did they do that? They weren’t even here. Then I felt it again. And again in quick succession. The shocks were happening randomly. I happen to look down on the ground and saw the shock button connected to another device that was attached to a battery. That must have been one of the things they spent some time preparing, in addition to having the restraints out here to put my partner in. My thoughts were cut short as I got another shock.

To be continued