Locking Up My Brother
by David Heulfryn

 

I was enjoying a relaxing morning sitting in front of the television in my tiny bedsit, enjoying my second mug of coffee of the day. I’d put it out of my mind that my little brother would be arriving soon, so when I heard the loud and insistent knock on my front door, my heart sank. I knew my relaxing morning would be ruined.

There was more insistent knocking; I obviously didn’t get to the door quickly enough.

When I opened the door, my brother burst past me, carrying a huge bag. He dumped his bag in front of the television and retrieved his games console. The screen went black as he fiddled behind the screen, plugging in his console.

“I need a socket. Do you have a plug extension?” He said as he continued to fiddle, but never looked at me.

“Good morning, Jonny. Nice to see you. It must have been a few weeks since we last saw each other.” I closed the door and looked at my fifteen-year-old brother crouched by the television, his head behind the screen.

“What?” His head appeared, his face confused. “Did you say you had an extension?”

“I’ll take a look.” I huffed and looked through a cupboard where I kept odds and sods. I found one and took it over to him. “Here you go.”

Jonny took the extension and plugged the television and his games console into it. The screen flickered, and the loading screen of his latest game appeared. He grabbed the controller and sat on the sofa, where I had been sitting just moments ago.

“Got any Coke?” He said, his eyes never leaving the screen as he was busy shooting virtual characters.

I went to my fridge and opened a can. Jonny grabbed it from me and took a slug.

I poured myself another coffee and sat on my bed, looking at him.

I lived in a rented bedsit near the city centre. It was small, but it was all I could afford when I got a job and moved out of the family home. I only had two rooms, a bathroom, and a room for everything else: the bed, kitchen, living, and dining. I slept, lived, cooked and ate all in the same room. It was fine for me, but not exactly conducive to having overnight guests.

Mum was going into the hospital for an operation, and then our Aunt would look after her. It was just Mum and Jonny, so someone would have to look after him. There was no way she would leave a fifteen-year-old boy alone to fend for himself. There was a five-year age gap between my brother and me. We never got on. So I wasn’t looking forward to having him stay with me.

Aunt Lucy lived an hour’s drive away, and Jonny couldn’t stay with her as he still had to go to school.

So I was ‘asked’ to look after him while Mum had her operation and recovered at Aunt Lucy’s house. Mum didn’t want me to move back into the house because she’d arranged for a new kitchen to be fitted and didn’t want to cancel it.

Jonny was already beginning to irritate me. “Jonny?” I said, but he didn’t react. “Jonny!” I almost shouted.

“I’m busy.” He sighed, but his eyes never left the screen.

I sipped my coffee, looking at him. He seemed very good at the game, talking and sometimes shouting to the characters. I left him alone while I finished my drink.

After washing my mug and putting it on the draining board, I went to the television and pulled the plug.

“What the fuck, Bradley! I was close to the next stage and my best ever score.”

“You can’t just burst in here and play that fucking game. We need to sort things out.”

“What is there to sort out. I’ve been dumped on you. I don’t want to be here, and you don’t want me here.”

“Not true, Jonny.”

“Like fuck it isn’t.”

“We need to make this work. You will be here for at least a month.”

“You don’t even have a fucking bed for me. How are we supposed to make this work?”

“I have a double bed, you can either sleep in my bed or you can sleep on the sofa.”

“I’m not fucking sleeping with you. Why can’t you have the sofa?”

“It’s my bedsit. And stop fucking swearing.”

Jonny stood up and went to the bathroom. It gave us both a little space. I grabbed his bag and put it on my bed. On top was his neatly folded school uniform. I took it out and hung it up in my wardrobe. Underneath was his laptop.

I never heard the toilet flush, so I didn’t know he had come out. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jonny grabbed the bag from me.

“Unpacking you. I’ve just hung up your school uniform.” I went to my chest of drawers and pulled open the second drawer down. “I’ve emptied a drawer for you to put things away.”

“Stop treating me like a kid. I can unpack myself.” We glared at each other.

“So?” I said, glancing at his bag.

Jonny huffed and pulled out his laptop, dropping it on my bed. He pulled out a handful of socks and undies and stuffed them in the drawer. He stuffed some T-shirts and shorts in and slammed it shut. He then chucked a couple of pairs of jeans on the bed and threw his bag in the corner.

This was not going well. Jonny had only been here an hour, and we were pissing each other off already. I picked up his bag, flattened it and put it at the bottom of the wardrobe. “We don’t have much space, so we need to keep it tidy or it can quickly turn into a tip.”

“I’m not having you telling me what to fucking do all the time.”

“Come on, Jonny.” I almost pleaded. “We have to live together, it’s happening whether you like it or not. Why not make the most of it?”

“Great! I’ll ask my mates round for a party. Got any booze in?” Jonny grinned arrogantly at me. “I’m going out.”

I grabbed Jonny by the arm to stop him, “Where are you going?”

“Getting physical already!” He shrugged his arm, and I released him. “Just because you’re older than me doesn’t mean you can bully me. Trust me, I’m big enough to fight back now.”

It hurt me that he thought that I bullied him when I was younger. I was older, and Mum always relied on me to keep him in line. He was always messing about, getting into trouble, so I had to tell him what to do.

Jonny stormed out and slammed the door. He’d left with no key to get back in, no coat, and I didn’t know when he’d be back. I flopped on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

My mobile phone rang. It was Mum. “Hiya. How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Fine. I’m scheduled for the hysterectomy in the morning. I can eat later, but then nothing until afterwards.”

“Do you want me to come and visit?” I asked, “Do you want some company?”

“It’s alright. Your Aunt Lucy is here. You just look after your brother. How is he?” Mum asked.

I didn’t want to cause her any anxiety, so I had to lie. “He’s fine. I’ve just sent him out to the shop to get some milk. He’ll be back soon.”

“I was hoping to speak to him. Tell him not to give you any trouble. Perhaps I’ll call his mobile phone later.”

“I’m sure he’ll want to speak to you.” I lied again. “Just look after yourself and don’t worry about us.”

“Thanks, Brad. I’ll get Aunt Lucy to call you after the operation to let you know how it went.”

“Thanks, Mum. All the best, love you.”

“Love you, Brad. And tell Jonny I love him too.” I sensed she was holding back tears and getting emotional.

“Everything will be fine, Mum. Just let people take care of you for a change.”

“Thanks, Brad. Bye.” She sniffed away some tears and disconnected the call.

“Fuck.” I said. Jonny could always be a selfish bastard. I tried to call him, but he wasn’t answering. After several attempts, it never even rang and just went straight to voicemail. The little shit had blocked me.

My day was now fucked. I had planned to go bowling with a few mates and ask if Jonny wanted to join us. I thought it would be fun to do something together. I called my mate and told him it was now off. I couldn’t go out now. Jonny had no way to get back into the bedsit, and he wasn’t answering my calls, so I couldn’t tell him to meet me somewhere.

I plugged the television back in and played the game that popped back up. I was no good. I needed practice, but my mind wasn’t in it. I turned it off and watched television.

I sent Jonny a couple of texts asking him to get in touch. I also kept trying his mobile, at least once an hour. By mid-afternoon, I was getting worried. I couldn’t go out and look for him in case he came back. I was stuck alone and sick with worry.

 

There was no way I could relax knowing Jonny was out somewhere. I became more concerned the darker it got. It was past ten o’clock when I heard a slow, constant loud knock on the door.

I dashed to open it, hoping it was Jonny.

I opened the door, and Jonny fell in. He collapsed onto me, and I held him up in my arms.

“Have you been drinking?” I could smell it on his breath, “Where the hell did you get it from?”

Jonny giggled. He was drunk. I walked him to the sofa, sat him down, and he immediately fell sideways. I picked up his legs and laid him out on the sofa. He had a supercilious smile on his face, but his eyes were closed.

I’d already got some bedding out, and I draped a blanket over him. I watched him for a short while to ensure he was okay. When I heard him snore lightly, I knew he was asleep.

I went round the bedsit, turning off the lights; only the small lamp by my bed remained lit. I undressed down to my briefs, and after one last look at Jonny, I got into bed and turned off my bedside light.

 

The sound of retching from the bathroom woke me. The toilet flushed, and I heard running water. Jonny was rinsing his mouth and spitting the water into the basin.

I shifted so I could watch him come out of the bathroom while I still appeared to be asleep.

“Fuck. My back.” Jonny appeared and went back to the sofa. It was still dark, but I could see his silhouette as he took off his clothes and lay back down.

I pulled up my duvet tighter under my chin and tried to go back to sleep.

“Shit.” Jonny gasped. “This is fucking stupid.” He was talking to himself.

Then I heard the rustling of his blanket. I thought he was trying to get more comfortable, but I soon realised he was wanking. He must have thought I was fast asleep as he didn’t seem to care about the amount of noise he was making.

“Fuck.” He gasped, and I heard him throw the blanket from his body. I could now hear the slapping of moist skin on moist skin. “Shit.” He seemed to be going faster. Then he groaned and he grunted as he thrust his hips upwards. He was coming. “Fuck. I needed that.”

 

It was early in the morning when I was woken up again. It was now light, so when I cracked open my eyelids, I could see Jonny on the sofa. His briefs were around his ankles, and he was wanking again. He was gasping and beating his cock. I felt guilty intruding on his privacy, so I didn’t let him know that I was awake and let him continue. He quickly came and pulled up his briefs. He dragged the blanket back over him.

Jonny groaned, and he went back to sleep.

I tried to get back to sleep for the next hour, but I couldn’t. The morning sun had truly woken me. I got out of bed and pulled on some grey sweatpants. After a short trip to the bathroom, I put on a pot of coffee.

Jonny grumbled as I woke him. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but every noise seems loud when you try to be quiet.

“Fucking hell, Brad. It’s too fucking early.”

It was past nine o’clock, but Jonny was probably used to sleeping in until lunchtime.

“Do you need any painkillers?” I asked him.

“Why would I need painkillers?” He was now starting to be belligerent again.

“Because you came home drunk last night,” I said matter-of-factly, trying not to antagonise him.

“No, I didn’t. This is not my fucking home.” He was being pedantic.

I sighed, “Please, can we not do this again?”

Jonny got up and stood in only his white briefs. I tried not to look, but I could tell they were stained with cum. “I’m going for a shower.” He strode to the bathroom.

I finished making the coffee when I realised that he hadn’t taken a towel with him. I took one from my wardrobe.

“I’ve got a towel for you,” I called out through the bathroom door, but all I could hear was the shower running.

I opened the door. “Fuck.” I sighed as I saw his back through the glass walls of my small shower. He was fucking wanking again.

I put the towel on the side and noticed his cum soaked briefs by the sink. They stank, and I wondered how many times he’d cum in them.

Jonny gasped as he came in my shower. That was the third time I’d seen him cum. I turned and left him alone.

I stood in the kitchen, sipping my coffee and thinking back to when I was fifteen. It was only five years ago, but it seemed longer. I, too, was controlled by my cock and wanked every chance I got. I’m not sure I would have wanked in a room with someone else, though.

Jonny came out with the towel around his waist and went to his drawer. He dropped the towel with his back to me and pulled on some clean briefs. He dressed and then told me he was going out.

I stopped him, physically blocking the door so he was trapped in my bedsit.

“We need to sort things out,” I told him.

Jonny pouted and flopped down on my sofa.

“Okay, Bradley. Tell me your stupid fucking rules.”

“Firstly, take this.” I handed him a door key. “You’ll need it to get in. Secondly, all I ask is that you respect my place and keep in touch.” I glared at him, “Unblock my fucking number!”

Jonny huffed and grabbed his mobile phone. He fiddled a while. “Done.”

“Good. As long as you keep the place tidy and do your homework, we’ll get on fine. I’ll cook dinner, but for breakfast and lunch, you can sort yourself out. Mum has given me some money to cover the extra costs and a little extra for you.”

“Can I have it now?” Jonny held his hand out.

“No. She said she had given you your allowance for this week.”

Jonny slouched.

“So,” I tried to sound cheerful. “What do you want to do today?”

“Ooh, Bradley. Please take me to the park so I can play on the swings. Will you hold my hand as I get scared if I go too high?” He sounded like a little kid.

“Fine. If you don’t want to do anything with me, fine. But I don’t want you getting into trouble.”

“Can I play on my console now?” Jonny sighed.

“Yes.”

That kept him busy most of the day. I tried to be friendly and even let him choose where we got our takeaway from. His attitude seemed to thaw a little, and I got the impression the belligerence was now put on for show.

 

There was one thing about Jonny that began to get extremely annoying. He seemed to be constantly masturbating. He didn’t seem to mind if I was awake or not. He would wank when he went to bed, and I often found him wanking when we woke up. Then, if he had a shower, he would wank again. My bedsit was beginning to stink. I didn’t let my mates come round because I was embarrassed about the smell.

One night, when I got into bed, I lay on a wet patch. I felt under my back and it was cum. He’d been using my bed to wank after school. He left the evidence, and this time it hadn’t dried by the time I went to bed.

I felt beneath me, and my bedsheet was crusty. I squirmed as I lay on Jonny’s wet and dry spunk. Then I heard the nightly sound of his blanket rustling. He was having yet another wank.

I had to do something. Jonny was wanking all over my bedsit. I was checking everything for his cum. I checked the sofa whenever I sat down, the shower tray whenever I showered. One time, he left a streak of cum down the glass door.

I know a teenage boy needs to wank, but surely he can clean up after himself.

One afternoon, when I came home early from work, I found Jonny on my bed. He was on all fours, my pillow beneath him, and he was frantically wanking his cock. He didn’t see me, and I was too shocked to say anything. I glared at his exposed arse, his cheeks splayed open, displaying his virgin hole. I heard him grunt, and he came over my pillow.

“Fucking hell, Jonny. I put my head on that.”

Jonny looked behind him and laughed. “Sorry,” he picked up his briefs and put them on, his half-hard cock tented them, and his wet knob leaked cum into the fabric. He threw my pillow at me. “You’d better wash it then.”

I took off the pillow case, thankful his cum hadn’t had a chance to soak through yet.

“Jonny, please.” I pleaded, “If you have to wank, clean up after yourself.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

I took him at his word. But I was a complete mug. He continued to wank day in, day out. I’m surprised his balls could cope with the amount of spunk he shot all over my bedsit.

I was at the end of my tether. I felt like I had to wade through cum every time I went home. And the smell was becoming overwhelming. I had to do something.

 

On Friday, I told Jonny that I would be a little late home, but I said we could have a takeaway, so I didn’t need to cook. I knew Jonny would enjoy the extra time alone. He could get in a couple of extra wanks if he wanted.

The smell of stale spunk as I got home was overwhelming. Jonny was playing on his games console and didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t care.

“Hi, Jonny.” I smiled at him. He ignored me, as usual. “Can you pause the game and come here. I have something for you.”

Jonny frowned and paused the game. “What?”

“Come here and find out.”

I was taller and stronger than my brother. He knew it. But in a few years, I reckoned we could be an even match. He stood in front of me. I looked down at his dark hair and his grumpy face.

I smiled, knowing what would happen. Jonny was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, so this was going to be easy.

I was fast. I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up; his arms were now trapped. I kicked his legs from under him, and he dropped to the floor. I sat on his chest, facing his feet. I pulled down his sweatpants and briefs. I saw his soft cock. It was between three and four inches and was crowned by a lush bush of black pubes. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a metal contraption.

For the first time, I touched his cock. I slipped it into the metal cage and locked it.

“Get off me, you pervert.” Jonny was squirming and shouting. “I’ll fucking kill you for this.”

I pulled off his sweatpants and briefs and then let him stand up. I removed his T-shirt, and Jonny looked down at what I’d done.

“What the fuck is this?” He grabbed his cock and balls, which were now encased.

“It’s a cock cage.” I grinned. “I asked you not to spunk everywhere, and especially not my bed, but you kept doing it. This place fucking stinks, and every time I air it and wash my bedsheets, the next day you’ve spunked everywhere and it stinks again.”

“Fucking hell, Bradley. I’m sure you wank from time to time.”

“Yes, I do, Jonothan. But I’ve not done so since you arrived. I’ve been too busy clearing up after you and slipping on your spunk. I even sleep in your spunk. It’s fucking disgusting.” I looked at Jonny and laughed.

He was never bashful and stood naked in front of me. Except for his pits and his lush bush of pubes, he was hairless, and his body still had that adolescent quality. His shoulders were growing, but he didn’t have that defined V-shape men usually have.

Jonny grabbed his metal-encased cock. He pulled it, trying to get it off. “Ow! This fucking hurts.”

“It will if you try and pull it off. You’d have to pull your cock off with it.”

“Take it off!” Jonny demanded.

“This is how it’s going to be.” I glared at him. “I’ve spent an entire week trying to be nice. You’ve spent an entire week being ungrateful, and I’m sure you wanking and spunking all over the place is you proverbially scent marking your territory. Well, I’m now taking back my bedsit.”

Jonny laughed, “So you’re going to start spunking all over the place.”

“Don’t be disgusting.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking eunuch.”

I smiled, “Do you even know what a eunuch is?”

“Fuck off, Bradley.”

“No, Jonathan. I will not fuck off. We are going to stay in this bedsit all weekend. You are going to stay like that, and you are going to clean this place. From top to bottom.”

“You can’t do this. I have plans this weekend.”

“Yes, I can. And if you are a good boy, I might reward you and take off your cage so you can have a wank.”

“Bastard!”

“You can start by changing my bedsheets. Clean ones are in the drawer under the bed.”

“Fucking hell.” Jonny bent down to pick up his clothes. I grabbed them before him.

“No, you don’t.” I grinned, “You will not be allowed to get dressed all weekend.”

“You want me to be naked all weekend?” Jonny sounded incredulous.

“No, you will be wearing that metal cage. So you will not be naked.” I could be as pedantic as he is.

Reluctantly, Jonny changed my bedclothes. I was hovering over him all the time to ensure he didn’t slack off. I made him put them in the washer. I told him to go through our dirty clothes and put them into piles: whites and colours, and a third pile of his spunky briefs.

It was going to take all weekend to clean all our clothes. But my cum-stained bedclothes were a good place to start.

I made a light dinner, and we sat next to each other on the sofa, eating our pasta. Jonny seemed bored watching television; he would have been playing on his games console, but I purposefully slowed down his life. I also forced him to ignore any messages or calls he received on his mobile phone.

We were watching a film before we went to bed, and there was the obligatory sex scene. Jonny was uncomfortable. He held the cock cage.

“Please, Brad. It hurts. My cock can’t get hard. Every time I do, it fucking hurts.”

“That’s the point, Jonathan. It stops you getting hard so you can’t wank and can’t cum and stink my place up.”

“Have pity, Brad. I’m a teenage boy. I need to wank.”

“Stand in front of me,” I told him.

Jonny seemed pleased when he got up. I looked at his caged teenage cock. I lifted it and looked at his balls. I held them in my hand. Jonny gasped and soon groaned in agony. The flesh of his cock was pressing against the metal cage. It looked amusing with the flesh puckered between the metal prongs.

“Everything looks fine. Your balls aren’t blue yet. And your cock looks okay. I think we’ll keep it on. Perhaps you should go to bed.”

“You’re sitting on my fucking bed.”

“Use mine.” I thought a moment, “In fact, now you’re not wanking and spunking everywhere, you can sleep in my bed with me. At least I know I won’t drown in your cum.”

Jonny stomped to the bathroom. “Can you take it off so I can at least have a piss?”

“It’s designed so you can pee with it on.”

Jonny slammed the door.

When he reappeared, Jonny got into my bed. He lay on the side he knew I didn’t sleep on. I went to the bathroom after turning off the television and joined my brother in my bed.

It was the worst decision I made all weekend. Sleeping in the same bed with a teenage boy who can’t wank was hell. He tossed and turned all night. He tried not to touch me but occasionally bumped into me. Our bare skin touched. Neither of us got much sleep.

 

“Please, Brad. It hurts so bad.” Jonny poked me awake. He was bent double next to me, clutching his crotch.

Morning wood is the worst. I know he enjoyed a morning wank. I also had morning wood. It was trapped in my briefs. If Jonny weren’t here, I would have had a wank.

“Please, Brad.” Jonny kept begging.

I lay on my back and pulled the duvet off us. Jonny was naked, and I displayed an obscene tent in my briefs. I grabbed my hard cock through the fabric and gave it a little stroke. “That feels so good. It’s a pity you can’t feel it.”

“Come on, Brad.”

“Perhaps you can feel it. I let go of my hard cock and looked at Jonny. “Go on. If you want to feel a hard cock, go ahead.”

“Fuck off, Brad.” Jonny jumped out of bed.

“If you’re getting up, make some coffee and do me some toast.”

Jonny slammed the bathroom door as he went to pee.

I pulled off my briefs and let my cock free. It pointed to the ceiling, my foreskin retracted behind my knob. I was wet. I gave my cock a few strokes.

Jonny came out of the bathroom and watched me stroke my cock. It must have excited him as he soon felt the pain in his cock as he tried to get hard.

“How’s that toast coming?” I said as I kept stroking.

Jonny turned and put some bread into the toaster. He kept watching me. I knew he was.

“And what about the coffee?”

Jonny huffed and put on a pot of coffee while I engaged in a slow, leisurely wank. I’d not cum in over a week and needed some release.

I smelt the coffee before I could hear the gurgling of the machine heating the water. Jonny had come closer and was watching me.

“Can’t you do that in the bathroom?” Jonny grimaced as I continued wanking.

I laughed, “I’ve spent a week watching you wank. It’s about time you watched me.”

Jonny huffed and turned around. I heard him clanging some mugs, trying to distract me. But I soon came. I shot. A massive splurge of cum shot up my body. It looked like I wouldn’t stop. I long think line of cum traced its way from my chin to my belly button.

“Get me some tissues. Quick!” I yelled at Jonny.

I tried to keep the cum on my chest as I waited. Jonny wasn’t responsive, but I eventually got my tissues and wiped myself clean.

Getting off my bed, I went to the kitchen and put my cum-soaked tissues in the bin.

“I told you to get me tissues, and you made me wait!” I was having fun now. I grabbed Jonny by the wrist and dragged him to the sofa.

I sat down and pulled him over my knee.

“What the fuck!” It all happened so quickly that Jonny had no idea what I was doing.

I spanked his exposed arse. The fleshy buttocks wobbled with each slap. His cheeks started to redden.

“Brad! Stop it.” I was hurting him, not severely, but he could certainly feel some discomfort.

It was the humiliation that made him cry more than the pain. I’d never seen my brother so vulnerable. I think this was what he needed to get him under control. But I seemed to be losing control. Despite ejaculating a few moments ago, my cock was hard again. Spanking my brother excited me.

My last spank was intentionally harder than the rest. His cheeks were very red. I rubbed them, soothing them. I spread his buttocks and looked at his virgin hole. It looked pale pink. I slipped my finger between his cheeks and stroked his hole.

Jonny gasped, “Please, Brad. Don’t. It hurts.”

My touching his hole was making him hard. I let his buttocks touch again and pulled him to his feet. His eyes were red. He had been crying, but his tears had now dried.

“Today, after breakfast, you will clean the kitchen area while I take a shower.”

The toast had long since popped up and cooled. Jonny got me a mug of coffee and then buttered my toast. He put in some more bread, probably for him.

I ate while my eyes glanced between the television and my brother’s naked body. His arse was still red, and he would occasionally rub a hand over his cheeks to soothe them.

His toast was still warm when he buttered it. He approached me, holding his toast on a small plate.

“Brad.” He got my attention. “I’m sorry. I really am. I was pissed at being dumped on you.”

“You weren’t dumped on me. We’re family. We look after each other.”

Jonny went back to the kitchen area and started cleaning up. I was surprised he didn’t need to be told again. After I finished my coffee and toast, I went to the bathroom.

“Bring me a towel, Jonny. I won’t be long.”

Jonny waited dutifully while I showered. He stood in the bathroom door, watching me. I felt better after a shower. I expected Jonny to hand me the towel when I opened the glass doors and stepped on the mat, but he didn’t. He came to me and started to dry me. He rubbed the towel over my wet hair, rubbed it over my neck, down my chest and then he rubbed the towel over my cock and balls. He was soft and gentle when he dried my genitals. He made my cock thicken. Jonny wrapped the end of the towel around my cock and gave me a few strokes. I’m sure he told himself that he was merely drying me. But he knew he was wanking me.

He didn’t rub me long enough for me to cum, but my cock throbbed as he knelt to dry my legs and feet. His face was close to my hard cock. It kept lurching and bobbing in front of his eyes. My balls twitched, and a drop of precum oozed from my exposed tip.

I gasped when Jonny rubbed the precum from my knob. He grabbed my hips and turned me around. I felt the damp towel on the back of my legs. He was going back up my body. He seemed to be rubbing my buttocks for some time. I felt him spread my cheeks and expose my hole. I wondered what it looked like. Several men had seen my hole, but I was not one of them. I felt Jonny poke my hole. I jumped at his touch. I never expected Jonny to touch me intimately.

Jonny rose to his feet and dried my back.

“What do you want me to do now?” Jonny asked.

“You have the washing to do. At least three loads need washing and drying. Make a start with that while I watch the footie.”

“Yes, Brad,” Jonny said softly and left the bathroom.

I grabbed my cock and after a few strokes, I was cumming over the bathroom floor. I grabbed the hand towel and was about to wipe up the mess myself, but then I thought Jonny should do it.

“Jonny! Get in here and bring a cloth to clean up.” I called out to him.

“Yes, Brad!” He called back and soon emerged with a cloth in hand. “What is it?”

I looked down at my pool of cum. “Clean that up. You made me do it.”

Jonny grinned at me. “Yes, Brad.” He knelt in front of me again. Instead of cleaning my cum from the floor, he looked at my wilting cock and wiped it clean first. I gasped as the cloth touched my sensitive cock. Then he wiped up the cum I’d spilt on the floor.

I was stunned. Jonny left me and busied himself washing our clothes. I was so fucking horny, and having him naked in my bedsit kept my cock ready at a moment’s notice.

He didn’t know that I enjoyed taking a cock up my arse. But he seemed to enjoy touching me. We were five years apart, so when I was going through puberty, he was still a little boy. He wasn’t interested in my girlfriends and had no idea that I also had boyfriends. Then I grew up, moved out, and he began to become a man.

Jonny was in that precious moment. No longer a boy but not yet a man. I don’t know if he had girlfriends or boyfriends; we never discussed it. All I knew about my brother was that he was addicted to wanking.

My cock hadn’t fully deflated when I walked out of the bathroom. Jonny was bent by the washing machine in my kitchen, stuffing in another pile of laundry. He then took the damp laundry from last night and stuffed it into the tumble dryer.

I enjoyed looking at his cute arse. The redness was dissipating, and now a fresh hue of pink.

“I hope you know how to use an iron.” I chuckled.

“I can learn,” Jonny said. “Do you want another coffee? There’s at least one mug left in the pot.”

“That would be nice, Jonny.”

I sat in front of the telly, and Jonny gave me my coffee. I crossed my legs, feeling my cock rub between my thighs.

The football match no longer interested me. I spent my time watching Jonny doing the housework. My cock stayed hard as I looked at his cute arse and wished I hadn’t caged his cock so I could see it properly. But if I hadn’t caged the boy, he wouldn’t be like this now.

Without asking, Jonny made the bed and started tidying up. He then washed our breakfast plates. I heard a smash. He’d broken a plate.

“What the fuck have you done, Jonny?” I yelled at him.

“I’m sorry, Brad. I broke a plate.” Jonny put the broken pieces into the bin. “I hope you’re not going to punish me again.” He had a glint in his eye.

He came towards me and put himself across my knee. He wanted another spanking.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Jonny.” I stroked my fingers down his back and rested the palm of my hand on his buttocks.

Jonny shuddered under my touch. He then yelped as his cock must have hardened and pressed against his cage. “Please let me cum.” Jonny begged.

I stroked Jonny’s buttocks, spreading them and stretching the skin so his hole looked distended. I swear I noticed it wink at me. I touched it, and Jonny gasped. I stroked it and he began crying.

“I’m begging you, Brad. Stop. It hurts too much. My cock is trapped. Please release it.”

I started to feel guilty. Jonny was hurting. I got up and went into my top drawer. I got the key to his cock cage and sat back down on the sofa.

Jonny looked at me. He was desperate.

I grabbed his caged cock and lifted it. His balls looked swollen, tight in their sac.

I unlocked the cage. The moment his cock was free, it became rigid, pointing at my face. It throbbed, and he came, shooting cum over my face.

Jonny groaned. I kept my face still, letting it be coated with cum. I licked my lips and tasted my brother’s cum.

“You have a mess to clean up,” I told him.

Jonny slunk away and got a fresh cloth. He cleaned my face of his cum. He was surprisingly gentle.

After he cleaned his cum from my face, he put himself over my knee again. I could feel his cock against my thigh. It was free and seemed to be hardening again.

I lay a gentle slap on his arse. Then another. His cock was definitely hard now. So was mine. I now spanked harder and faster. Precum was dripping down my thigh. Jonny was leaking like a tap. He was groaning, not from the pain but from his cock rubbing against me. I must have given over two dozen hard slaps; his buttocks were red, and I took pity on him. His arse felt warm, and he still leaked precum down my thigh. I spread his cheeks and tickled his hole.

Jonny screamed and came down my leg.

I made him stand up. He stood in front of me, eyes downcast, his hands behind his back. He looked ashamed. But I checked where his eyes were focused. It was my hard cock. That cheeky bastard was playing a part. He was enjoying this.

“Do you believe that you should have to deal with whatever you’ve caused. Jonny?” I grinned.

“I do, Brad.” He nodded.

I looked at my hard cock. “Then deal with that.”

Jonny knelt between my legs, but he didn’t grab my cock, not at first. He ran his hand up my leg, collecting the cum that was dribbling down.

I gasped when he grabbed my cock with his cummy hand. He smeared his cum over my cock. Fuck! Jonny was a skilled masturbater. Well, he’d had plenty of practice. He didn’t just stroke my cock. He played with my balls, also coating them with his cum. I relaxed and closed my eyes. I sat on my sofa and let my little brother pleasure me.

It wasn’t long before I came. Jonny pointed my cock towards my face. My ejaculation wasn’t powerful enough to reach my face, but it did hit my chest and one of my nipples. Jonny kept hold of my throbbing cock as I came. As the throbbing slowed, he started to stroke me again. Teasing more cum from my cock.

I sat panting on the sofa and let Jonny keep hold of my cock. He knew how sensitive it could be after you’ve cum, but he expertly played with it, not causing me any discomfort. He didn’t allow it to go soft. He kept it half hard.

I sighed as I recovered, but Jonny had other ideas. His hand left my cock, he grabbed the cock cage that I’d put next to me and stuffed my cock inside. I heard the click of the lock.

It all happened so fast. I couldn’t stop Jonny caging my cock.

Jonny stood and grinned at me, “Let’s see how you like it?”

“Give me the key!” I demanded.

“No way.” He dangled the key in front of me, teasing me. I tried to grab it, but he pulled it away and laughed.

I jumped up and tried to snatch the key from him, but he ran away. I chased him, almost catching him on several occasions, but he was small and nimble. He slipped on the carpet, and I lunged at him. We wrestled on the floor as I tried to steal the key from him.

Somehow, Jonny got the better of me, and I was on my back. He held my arms above my head. He shuffled until his knees were pressing against my arms, and he was sitting on my chest. His cock was inches from my face.

I bared my teeth and, craning my neck, pretended to bite his cock. I bucked my hips trying to throw him off me. It didn’t work; it only served to push him further up my chest. I now had his cock and balls in my face. I turned my head, trying to get his genitals off me, but his cock ended up poking my ear.

Jonny laughed hysterically as his cock flopped around my head and face. He reached behind me and grabbed my cock cage. He pulled it, and I yelped, which let his soft cock briefly slip between my lips.

Jonny squealed when he saw his cock touch my lips, “Ew! You disgusting pervert.”

“You’re the one who stuffed it in my face.” I was out of breath and stood, panting. We looked at each other. “Come on, Jonny. Give me the key.”

“No way. Now you’re my bitch.” He grinned. “Go and make me a sandwich.” Jonny flopped on the sofa and started to play on his games console.

We could have got dressed, but we stayed naked all day. We played on his console, with him beating me almost every time. I did win once, but I deliberately tried to put him off by grabbing his cock and making him hard. He threw down his controller and started wanking. I got up and grabbed some tissues, ready to clean him up after he came.

When it was time for bed, Jonny declared that he was going to have a wank. He lay on his side of my bed and started stroking his cock.

“I think I’ll join you,” I said.

“No, you fucking won’t. I’m not letting your cock free. You still need to learn your lesson.”

I went into my bedside drawer. I picked up the spare key and released my cock from the metal cage.

“What the fuck!” Jonny laughed. “You had a spare key all along!”

I lay next to him, my cock quickly hardened, and we wanked together side by side.

Jonny came first; he squirted up his chest. Then I came. It was a relief after my cock being caged most of the day.

Strangely enough, Jonny and I got on much better after that weekend. He still masturbated several times a day, but he didn’t leave stains. Living in one room meant that we had to masturbate in front of each other. Neither of us cared, and sometimes, when Jonny wanked, I would join him.

Brothers that wank together, stay together.

 

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