younger brothers bondage life in the year 2060 part 4 of 7

Author: spartan
Title: younger brother's bondage life in the year 2060, part 4 of 7
Date: 18 August 2014

My partner and I had a wait of a couple of hours before my two brothers returned. This time they were decked out in sweats and were carrying their boxing gloves. My father was with them. They first undid my chain from the tree and pulled me up into the air, retying the chain to the tree. I was choking some, but my uniform top provided some protection to my neck, and I was able to continue breathing.

Next they pulled my partner into the air. He also started choking, but his uniform top also provided some protection to his neck and he was able to continue breathing. I knew that his uniform top wasn’t as hard as mine, but I also knew that his neck was stronger than mine.

Next my father helped put on their boxing gloves, something they would not have been able to do without someone else to help them. They had previously chosen who they were to beat up that day. My older brother had my partner, and my other brother had me.

My father stepped back to watch, and both brothers started warming up by doing some feints. My older brother landed the first blow on my partner’s stomach, sending him swinging back. As he swung back my older brother landed another blow in my partner’s stomach. I heard my partner let out an “oomph” as he swung back again. My older brother waited for him to swing back and landed a third punch in my partner’s stomach.

My other brother had been watching with a bemused smile on his face. He started in on me. He smashed me in the stomach as hard as he could, and I started swinging back. I hardly felt it through that hard uniform, and I noticed that the bemused smile was off my brother’s face. He took back his hand and started shaking it. He said “that’s like punching a wall. That uniform is hard.”

My father came up to me and started knocking his fist against it. It sounded like he was knocking against a wall. He finally said “I don’t think you two should be punching your brother when he’s wearing this. It’s too hard. You could hurt your hand.”

“I’ve already hurt my hand.”

My father started removing the glove from my brother’s hand, and it was already starting to swell. I was secretly enjoying this. I thought ‘that serves them right’.

Meanwhile, my older brother kept on pummeling my partner. He was starting to get into it, and had landed several good blows. I could see that my partner was starting to feel the effects of the beating he was taking.

My older brother kept it up for about 20 minutes more before he finally stopped. We were both let down to rest on the tips of our boots again. My other brother’s hand had kept swelling, and now was starting to color. My father said “you’d better get back to the house and start soaking that”. The three of them picked up their gear and started walking back to the house.

I looked over at my partner, and could see that he was a little dazed and hurting. It’s the first time I had seen him get punished. I was also secretly enjoying that, after all the punishment he had given me. But I knew better than to show that. He was very good at reading faces.

No one came back to see us for the rest of the day, and we were left like we were for the night. It was pretty cold that night, but in those uniforms we were kept somewhat warm. I wondered if there were any of those wild men without collars who roamed around these woods, and whether any of them would come by. The last one found here was about five years ago.

The next day my older brother was back, already with his boxing gloves on. His younger brother was with him, his hand bandaged. They were again both dressed in sweats. The two went over to the tree that my partner’s chain was attached to. My other brother undid the chain, and the two of them pulled it up into the air, with my other brother re-locking it to the tree.

My older brother said “I’m just getting started with you.” He let fly with another blow to my partner’s stomach, sending him swinging back. He got in another 20 minutes of sparring on him before stopping. He said “we’ll be back later with some food for you two”. They lowered my partner back down as before and left.

I wondered where my father was, until I realized that it was Monday, a work day. It wasn’t too long before my brothers were back with some food. They unlocked our gags. Before taking my partner’s gag out they told him that if he spoke they would put it back in and he would get no food. So when they removed it he didn’t say anything, just glowered at them.

After they finished feeding us, they replaced our gags and started jogging back. I realized that this was all part of their exercises to keep in shape. When they came back in the afternoon they brought a couple of their friends along. My brothers were still dressed in sweats, and both of their friends were dressed in uniforms. They looked like muscular studs as well.

They introduced us to their friends, telling them that I was ‘faggot’, their younger brother, and the other one was my partner. My older brother had his boxing gloves still on. The brothers went over to my partner and lifted him into the air again, planning to start another punching session. One of their friends said “why don’t you punch faggot? Is it because he’s your brother?”

My older brother replied “if you want, you can put on my gloves and start punching him”.

The guy looked at my older brother for a minute, and then asked my other brother “what happened to your hand?”

“I hurt it.”

“Obviously. How did you hurt it?”

“I punched faggot.”

“I thought so.” Turning to my older brother, he got a smile and said “you bastard. I’ve been around you long enough to know you love to set people up. You wanted me to hurt my hand, too.” He came up to me and started banging his hand lightly against my uniform. “I thought so. Hard as a rock.”

My brother started punching my partner again. It was another 20 minute session. During that time, the other friend asked my other brother “how long are you going to keep these two here like this?”

“Thanksgiving is in three days. We’ll lower them down that morning so they can join us for dinner.”

“It’s too bad that you haven’t got someone else to pummel besides that guy. You need another person.”

“I agree.”

It took a minute before the guy said “Oh, no. I’m not going to do that.”

My other brother started laughing.

So I was going to be kept here like this for another three days. Oh well, I’ve experienced worse. It was kind of nice and peaceful out here in the woods when my brothers had left. But they were soon back with another set of restraints. I figured that their friends were going to be invited back out here.

Sure enough, the next morning my brothers came back out accompanied by their two military friends, still dressed in their uniforms. This time three guys ganged up on one of them, and he was soon chained up like we were. He put up a pretty good fight, but it was hopeless. The three returned to the house to get another set of boxing gloves, and were soon back. The other two were hoisted into the air, and the pummeling began again. My other brother still couldn’t punch with his injured hand, and it was the other two, my older brother and his friend, that did the pummeling. It went on for another 20 minutes before the two were let down onto their boot toes.

My brothers’ friend said “if faggot’s uniform is that strong, he should be able to be kept hoisted in the air all the time without any ill effect.” My brothers looked at each other, and came over to me. It didn’t take long until I was now in the air again. The three high-fived each other and left for the house.

They were soon back with some food. They admonished us again not to say anything if we wanted to be fed, and we were all silent. They had brought a small step-ladder along to be able to feed me. When our feeding was done, gags were back on and they again started jogging back to the house.

The next day was a repeat. The day after was Thanksgiving, and we were let down and taken back to the house. My partner was let out of his restraints to get cleaned up. I was put into more restraints, being back in that severe hog-tie locked in the cage again. My brother had to bring his two friends into my room to show them this. They were quite impressed, never having seen anything that severe before. When my older brother told them that this was how I was kept every weekend, and at night when here at the house, as well as periodically during the day as well, they couldn’t believe it. He also told them that I was a champion cock-sucker, and they both wanted to try me out. But my brother said that that would have to wait until after the Thanksgiving dinner.

My mother had obviously been slaving away in the kitchen. She had 8 people to serve dinner for. Granted, I wouldn’t be eating much, but the others had good sized appetites and would more than make up for me. When dinner was ready, I was let out of all my restraints and joined them at the table. I was formally introduced to my two brothers’ two friends as ‘faggot’. We shook hands. I had developed a fairly strong handshake, but theirs was stronger.

I could see that my partner was fuming from the way he had been treated. He was probably thinking of something he could do to get even with my two brothers. I wanted to stay out of that one.

Dinner was excellent. We all had our fill. Afterwards we all gathered in the living room, except for my mother, who was doing the dishes. My partner and my brothers decided to put me into that severe hog-tie again, and soon I was back in the center of the living room. The guys lined up to have their cocks serviced. One by one, I serviced them. After they were finished, my mother came to the living room and said that there was enough left over for us to have seconds later. All the guys said they wanted seconds later. Finally my partner said that my mother was talking about food, not my servicing. That brought a rousing round of laughter.

My older brother said to his two friends “would you like to see how faggot is kept every night during the week? We thought he’d like to be kept that way here as well, so we set that up downstairs in the workshop.” His friends said “of course we want to see that”, and they all went downstairs, my partner carrying me.

When we got there, there was a leather sleep sack, leather hood, leather penis gag and chain set out on the floor. The closet door was open revealing a loop in the floor and a short hanging chain from the top to connect the sleep sack to. The sleep sack had supporting loops at the foot end to be connected to the top, just as the one I had at home did. There were a few differences from what I normally spent the night in. This sleep sack was opened to reveal internal spikes sticking up. And the penis part of the penis gag had them as well. The hood was a sensory deprivation hood with straps covering the ears and from the chin to the top to keep the mouth strapped closed.

I looked at my brothers, who had big smiles on their faces and sweetly said “time to get undressed and into your sleep attire for the night.” My cock was starting to try to get hard, something that it hadn’t done for some time. This was going to be a new experience for me. I had gotten used to the internal spikes in my uniform, but I could see that there were a lot more of them in these.

I knew that to resist would be futile, and was resigned to my fate. I was released from all my restraints and started getting undressed. When I pulled my uniform top off, my brothers proudly pointed out the internal spikes that they had put into it and showed their friends the marks that it left on my body. The two military friends could now see that my cock was in chastity and my tits had clamps on them. My partner explained that the chastity had internal spikes as well.

The first item to put on me was the penis gag. I didn’t close my mouth entirely on the internal spikes. But the next item was the sensory deprivation hood, and when that strap was buckled tightly that went around my mouth to be buckled at the top, it closed my mouth tightly on the spikes in the penis gag. That was when I really noticed the spikes.

They helped me to lay down on the spikes in the leather sleep sack. Again, I got on them gingerly. But when they closed the zipper and started yanking the straps tight and buckling them, as well as pulling the strings tight, I really noticed the spikes. I was starting to yell, something I hadn’t done since I’d left that Government center.

They lifted me up and hooked the foot end of my sleep sack to the chain end in the closet. They let me dangle down, and I was still a foot or so above the bottom loop. My partner took over at this point. He wrapped the chain around my neck five times, just as it was done back at our apartment, each loop yanked tight until it was locked behind my head. Then he yanked hard to stretch me out to the max before pulling the chain end through the loop and locking it tightly to the loop.

He said to my brother’s friends “this is how he is kept every night during the week at home, though our sack and hood don’t have those internal spikes. With your permission, I’d like to take these back with me and start putting him in every night instead of the ones we use. On weekend nights, he’s kept in that severe hog-tie in our little cage.”

I knew that he was going to want to take these damn sleep sack and penis gag back with him with the internal spikes.

My older brother said “we got these as an early Christmas present. We intended for them to be taken back for him to be kept in.”

I thought ‘this is their Christmas present to me? It’s something my partner would like to keep me in, but it’s not something I’m going to like to be in.’

My partner said “there’s two more things I sometimes do to him when he’s all set up like this and it’s not bed time yet.” He brought out the clothes pin and the shock button, and proceeded to show my brother’s friends how he used them, explaining that the shock is attached to my collar, my nipples, and my spiked chastity. They enjoyed watching him torture me with those while in that spiked sleep sack with the spiked penis gag on. My jerks from the shocks and from trying to get air certainly got me further skewered, and they enjoyed hearing me yell from the shocks.”

Finally they closed the closet door, locked it, and went upstairs. Fortunately, they turned the shock device off. My mother had dished up pumpkin pie for everyone, and they started enjoying their Thanksgiving desserts. After they had finished, my mother went back into the kitchen to clean the dishes and all the guys sat around talking. My father had put on his old uniform, and all the guys were dressed in them. The conversation soon turned to me, and all that I was able to put up with. My brother’s friends were in awe of what I was able to tolerate. My brothers and my partner had just taken it as a matter of fun. They had their eyes opened when my brother’s friends said that they had viewed thousands of sessions on the internet, on a number of porn sites, and they’d never seen anything like what I was being put through. That started my brothers and my partner to thinking.

I was in severe pain with all those spikes sticking into me. I just hung there quietly, letting the spikes dig in until my body was used to their presence. Finally I started to drift off to sleep. I awoke to hear someone coming down the stairs. There was the sound of something being set up outside my closet. Then I felt a shock and jerked. That started all the spike wounds to start to hurt again. Then another shock. And another. They were strong enough for me to involuntarily jerk with each. I was starting to yell into my gag from the pain. I could hear my other brother’s laughter from outside my closet. Then I heard him leaving the room. Another shock, jerk and pain. I realized that I wasn’t going to be getting any sleep that night.

The next morning continued as the night had. I was left in the closet. I couldn’t hear what went on upstairs, but I heard about it later. My brothers were dressed in sweats. Their two military friends were in their uniforms. My brothers left the room with the more submissive of their two friends, the one who had become the other punching bag in the woods, and my two brothers returned. My partner came into the room in his uniform. When he saw my two brothers in sweats, he asked “what do you have planned?”

“We’re going out jogging. Want to come along?”

“Sure. Let me go change.”

“Nah. You’re fine dressed as you are. But we’ll need to make a couple of changes in your appearance.”

“What do you mean?” Just then the other friend came out still in his uniform, but gagged, his hands cuffed behind him, and a chain wrapped around his arms above his elbows pulling his arms together so that his elbows were almost touching before it was locked. My older brother nodded to that guy, and when my partner saw him he suddenly realized what they meant, as they were approaching him and his back was to the wall. “Oh, no. No, you don’t.” But again, he was not able to stand up to the three strong guys, and despite putting up a mighty struggle, he soon found himself bound like the other guy. Chains were wrapped around the necks of the two bound guys, each of my brothers took the loose end of the chain, and with that, the five of them went out jogging.

When they returned, the two bound guys were taken downstairs and the loose end of the chain was hooked up to an overhead chain and pulled up so that they were kept on the tips of their boots before the chain was locked. They were kept that way the rest of the day, me in the closet still being shocked. Once again, my partner had been bound and gagged, something he hated.

Later that day my two brothers and their friend came downstairs. They opened the closet door and saw that I was twitching and moaning from the shocks and the internal spikes in the sleep sack. They closed the door. My older brother said “I need to get my cock sucked. Faggot is busy in the closet, so I’ll have you do it.” This comment was directed at my partner. My older brother lowered the chain to bring my partner to his knees and removed his gag.

“I sure as hell ain’t suckin’ any cock. Fuck off.”

“Sounds like you need an attitude adjustment.” He yanked the chain back up that was wrapped around my partner’s neck until he was hoisted into the air. “You’re staying like that until you’re willing to suck my cock.” My partner just kept shaking his head back and forth. It was obviously a battle of wills. It was clear who was in charge and was going to win. The only question was how long my partner could hold out before he gave in.

My partner’s face kept getting redder and redder, and his breathing was getting raspier and raspier. My brother took a pole and started pushing the chain above my partner’s neck, swinging him back and forth. “Say when.”

Finally as he was about to pass out, my partner gave in. He was lowered down. My brother said “if you bite down, you’re going back up in the air for the rest of your stay here. If you die, there’s lots of woods out there to bury you. So do a good job of sucking.”

I wish I had been able to view that. I couldn’t believe it when I was told later. That had to be the ultimate embarrassment for my partner.

After he finished, my other brother took his turn. Then my partner was gagged again and pulled back up onto the tips of his boots. He looked defeated, like some part of his internal fight had been taken away.

While this was going on, their friend had lowered down the other guy, removed his gag, and their friend’s cock got serviced. This guy also then had his gag put back on and was also hoisted back up in the air, resting on the tips of his boots.

The three buddies went back upstairs after their cocks had been serviced. My partner started realizing that his role had changed. He had to be looking forward to the end of our visit here for Thanksgiving so he could get back home and resume the role he liked, but he didn’t realize that my two brothers are coming back to be with us between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

To be continued