My Brother’s Cock
by David Heulfryn

 

I must have slept better than I thought as I was woken by Billy gently rocking me awake.

The alarm had gone off, and I slept through it. As I woke, Billy pulled off my duvet and gently pulled down my pyjama trousers to expose my bruised buttocks.

“How do you feel?”

“Tired,” I said.

“How does this feel?” Billy stroked my bruised buttocks.

“Better than last night.”

“Let’s get you sat up and see how you go.” Billy took my arm and supported me as I swung my legs off the bed and gingerly lowered my arse onto the mattress. I didn’t feel much at first, but when I put my whole weight on my bottom, I winced and raised myself.

“I can’t do it.” I cried.

“Try again.” Billy insisted.

The pain was just as bad, but this time, I was prepared for it and coped without shedding any further tears.

“Do you feel up to going to school?”

“I don’t know.”

“Get up, walk around, and sit down again,” Billy told me.

I could walk with no problems. My arse didn’t hurt too much. The cage swayed between my legs, but I supposed my underwear would stop that. I sat on my bed again. I winced but didn’t cry.

“I don’t think you can get away with it at school. The teachers will know something is wrong, and if they find out how bruised your arse is, they will have to do something. It could get Dad into trouble. Just lay back down on your bed. I’ll have a word with Dad.”

Billy left. He didn’t bother getting dressed; he left wearing only his pyjama trousers. I thought it unusual as he never left our bedroom bare-chested.

“Dad! You’re naked!” Billy was surprised as he went to our parents’ bedroom. His voice carried through the open doors. “What have you been doing? I need to talk about Eric!”

“Don’t be such a prude. Your mother and I do sometimes…”

“Dad!” Billy cut him off, not wanting to hear anything about our parent’s sex life. “Eric!” Billy came back into our room, and Dad followed.

I smiled when I saw that he was still naked. He sat on my bed and stroked my bare arse. I tried my best not to show I was in pain, but Dad could tell.

“Did you use the cream, Billy?”

“Yes, Dad. Of course, I did.”

“It did help. I feel better than I did last night.” I said.

Dad shuffled up my bed and started stroking my hair instead of my buttocks. “I’m sorry, Eric. I tried to reason with them, but the senior instructor demanded the cane. I hated seeing you like that. I felt every stroke. I was all for you being locked in a cage as it would stop you from ejaculating. But I didn’t want to see you beaten.”

“I don’t think I can go to school, Dad. It still hurts too much.”

“I know,” Dad was still stroking my hair, and Billy remained standing and looking down at me. He had his arms crossed, partially covering his naked chest. “I’ll tell your Mum, but please try to keep this from her. She will be livid if she knows.”

“I will, Dad.”

Dad leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “I’m proud of you, Eric. You accepted your punishment. I promise you will feel better soon.”

Dad stood up, I heard him go to the bathroom, and the shower started running.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Billy asked me.

“I’m sure. You get ready for school, and I’ll see you when you get back.”

Billy seemed reluctant to get dressed but knew I wasn’t going to get out of bed, so he did his best to conceal himself as he pulled down his pyjama trousers and pulled on a clean pair of briefs.

“Your bottom looks so smooth and pale. Do you think mine will ever look so smooth and pale again?”

Billy jerked his head to look at me, the elastic on his briefs snapping against his skin. For an instant, he looked angry that I was looking at his bottom and commented on it. But his face softened when he looked at me.

“I’m sure your arse will look cute again once you’ve healed.”

“You think I’ve got a cute bottom?” I smiled at Billy.

“Correction. I used to think you had a cute arse. Now it bruised and disgusting.” He laughed. “But I’m sure it will become cute again.”

“Why don’t you like me looking at your body?” I asked.

Billy sat on his bed and pulled on his socks. “It’s not just you, Eric. I don’t like anyone looking at me. I suppose it was when I was about your age and still had some puppy fat.”

“But that’s gone now.”

“I know. But the memories are still there, when people used to call me names and try to wobble my belly, especially in the changing room before and after PE.”

“I didn’t know.” I sighed. “I’m sorry, Billy.”

Billy stood up and pulled on his school trousers. I watched as he tucked his bulge into them and zipped up the fly. I felt my cock swell and push against the cage. I scrunched my eyes up, willing my cock not to get any harder. It worked, and my cock calmed down. I kept watching Billy as he put on his school uniform.

Dad came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He poked his head into my bedroom.

“I’m sure your Mum will be up in a few minutes when I tell her you’re sick. Ask for a bucket in case you’re sick, as I’m going to tell her you have stomach issues.”

“Okay, Dad.”

Dad left, and Billy struggled to put on his tie. He always struggled with that. When he got too frustrated, I would help. Our school refused to allow us to wear clip-on ties. I don’t know why.

I heard Dad go downstairs. Billy sat on his bed, fully dressed and waited for him to break the news to Mum.

We could both tell it was Mum climbing the stairs by the way she stepped. Billy stood up and left, leaving me and Mum alone. I was still lying on my front, and she sat on my bed. She stroked my hair like he did.

“What’s wrong, Sweetie?” She spoke softly.

“It’s my guts. I feel sick.”

“Is it something you ate? Did you swallow any water at the pool?”

“I did swallow a big gulp of water when I lost concentration and sank. And my lunch was greasier than usual.” I said.

“Did you have chips again?”

“Yes, and a burger,” I admitted.

“Oh, Eric. You know you can’t eat fatty foods. You know they do this to you.”

“But they looked okay yesterday. I thought I could handle them.”

“Oh, Eric.” Mum stroked my hair. “I know how much you are tempted, but you need to learn that too much fat in your diet will always do this to you.”

“I’m sorry, Mum. I know. I do try. But sometimes I stop thinking.”

“I know it’s difficult, but the doctor keeps telling you. You have to control your gut problems with diet. They can’t give you a magic pill that will let you eat anything you want.”

“I know, Mum.” I had heard her lecture many times. I think the doctors said I had Irritable Bowel Syndrome caused by a fat intolerance. I was usually fine, but if I ate something new with a lot of hidden fat, I could get caught out. Thankfully, I liked sweets and chocolate more than fatty savoury snacks.

“Will you be alright on your own all day?” Mum asked.

“Just let me have a bucket or a bowl just in case I’m sick and a jug of water,” I said. “And perhaps leave me a bag of gummy bears.” I looked at Mum and grinned.

“No chance. They will not make you feel better.” She laughed, “I’ll cut up some fruit and bring that up for you. The sugars will give you energy, and the fruit will be gentle on your stomach.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

“I’ll be back up before I leave.” Mum kissed the top of my head and left me.

Once my mother had left, I gingerly rolled onto my back. I pushed my hips up to ease the pressure on my buttocks. I carefully lowered my buttocks. I felt a little pain, but I could cope with it. I preferred lying on my back; I struggled with the pressure in my chest by lying on my front. I felt I could cope. I reached to my crotch and felt the heavy cage that encased my cock and balls. I wondered how I was going to manage to go an entire week without masturbating and ejaculating. Since I’d discovered the pleasure my cock could give me, it was the centre of my earth. It was worse than taking away broadband. Without broadband, I still had my cock. But my cock gave me far greater pleasure than anything I could access on the internet.

Billy came back with a clean bucket, which he placed next to the head of my bed.

“When I get back from school. I want to see this full of puke, or else I’m telling Mum you’re faking it!” Billy joked.

“At least it’ll save me struggling to get to the bathroom. And I’ll get Mum to tell you to empty it when you get home.”

“Don’t you dare!” Billy laughed. “Will you be alright on your own today?” Billy became serious.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll rub some more stuff on my bottom and take some more painkillers. Once you have all gone, I’ll work on trying to cope and not let on that my arse is black and blue and my cock is caged. I can’t spend all this week off school, so I have to try and look like everything is alright.”

“You can do anything you put your mind to it.” Billy sat on my bed and pushed my fringe from my eyes. I’d never seen him look at me like he did at that moment. It felt like he loved me, but he’d never told me.

Mum disturbed the moment by bringing up some fruit and a jug of water. She put them on my bedside table.

“You’d better get off to school, Billy,” Mum said.

“See you when I get back, Eric. Look after yourself.”

“Bye, Billy,” I said.

Mum kissed me. “You have my number if you need me. I can leave work if necessary.”

“I’ll be okay, Mum. I just need rest, and my guts will settle down.”

She kissed me again. “I love you.” She told me. Mum always said she loved us when we were ill. “I’ll be back at five. But Billy should be back about half three, four at the latest.”

Mum looked back at me as she left. I heard the front door close, and the house went silent. I was alone.

I was now off school and alone in the house for the day. It should have been a teenager’s dream, especially for a teenager who has only just discovered the pleasure his penis can give and the elation of an orgasm. But I couldn’t take advantage of it as my cock was caged. I felt okay for now but didn’t know how I’d feel after a week. Up until recently, I had gone fourteen years without ejaculating; now, I was nervous about being forced to go a week without coming.

I got out of bed and stretched. I couldn’t ignore the weight between my legs. I wiggled my hips and let it swing like a pendulum. In the bathroom, I checked out my backside in the mirror. I stroked my bruised buttocks. The bruising looked like it had calmed down. I poked and prodded it and felt twinges of pain. I’d taken the cream with me and rubbed some on. I’d never realised how good it felt to have your arse rubbed and fondled. It made my cock grow until I felt the now familiar pain as it pressed against the metal. I kept rubbing the cream on my buttocks and went down the cleft and rubbed my hole. My cock lurched, and I jumped due to the pleasure radiating from my hole and the pain in my cock.

I stopped pleasuring myself and went back to bed. I lay on my belly and quickly fell asleep again.

 

I woke up a few minutes before midday and got out of my bed. I felt a light chill and wanted to get dressed. First, I had to find something to help with the cock cage. I slipped on my briefs and tried walking up and down along the landing. My briefs didn’t offer me any support. Mum had bought them too big so that I could grow into them. I shuddered at the thought of my Mum thinking about my growing cock and balls. I needed to wear something smaller.

I rummaged through my drawers, but I couldn’t find anything. In desperation, I looked into Billy’s underwear drawer. His briefs were the same size as mine. I delved to the back and felt something. I pulled it out. It was Billy’s old jockstrap when he used to play rugby. It looked smaller than our briefs, and I wondered if it would work. I thought it was clean, but I sniffed them just in case. They smelt stale but clean. The scent of the fabric softener Mum used had long faded.

I bent down and put my feet through the straps. It was a little awkward as I’d never worn a jockstrap before. I pulled it up and rested my caged cock and balls in the pouch. I was glad the straps didn’t press against my bruises. It felt snug. I walked around again and found it supported me. I could cope with the jockstrap. I put on some briefs. I couldn’t be seen wearing a jockstrap in school. My briefs would hide it. I tried on my school trousers. They were black, so they helped hide my larger than usual bulge. I walked around a little more. I could walk normally. I was pleased. At least that problem was sorted.

Now, all I needed to do was sit down. I hesitated as I hovered over my bed. But I had to do it. I had to try. I lowered myself. It wasn’t too bad. I supposed my trousers cushioned me slightly. I smiled as I realised I could sit on my bed without a problem. It did sting a little, but nothing excessive. I had to try on a hard chair next.

Downstairs, I sat on a kitchen chair. It hurt more, but I coped. I now had to practice sitting down without wincing. I took a couple of painkillers and sat in the living room as they took effect. I watched some television, but I was bored. I wished I could masturbate. It would pass the time. I went back to bed. I took off my clothes and put them away. I was ready for school tomorrow and lay on my back. I grabbed Billy’s tablet and looked through his social media.

My brother was so predictable. It was easy to guess his passcode. I grinned as I read his messages. It seemed he had been messaging a girl. She wasn’t from our school as she#s sent him a picture of herself wearing her school uniform; I didn’t recognise which school it was. I was then shocked as I scrolled further down and saw a photo of her naked. She had sent him some nude selfies.

My cock throbbed, and I felt the pain as my nascent erection was throttled by the cock cage. She looked sweet, probably about his age and relatively thin. She had a thin layer of fat on her belly, and it looked like she hadn’t shaved or trimmed her pubic hair. I zoomed in to see if I could see anything. But the closer I got, the more I could see her pubes. They covered her vulva entirely, and I couldn’t see any lips or the opening. I felt guilty looking at her naked body without permission. Their conversation was cute. He clearly liked her and wanted to be her boyfriend. She felt the same and wanted to meet.

She lived in Cockaigne, where I had my swimming lessons. I knew they had some strange rules, which is why she was so quick to send Billy nude pictures. Dad had told Billy and me about Cockaigne and warned us to be careful. He mentioned that we had to be careful if we ever went there and to be on our best behaviour. I didn’t understand why until yesterday when I was allowed to be beaten with a cane, something that could never happen where we lived. But Suddene didn’t have a swimming pool, so we had to go to Cockaigne to learn to swim. I suppose that is another reason why Dad was hesitant to take me. My bruised arse was proof he was right to be reluctant. I wish he had been more honest with me about Cockaigne; I would have been more careful.

The girl Billy was in contact with wasn’t shy, and she behaved like it was normal to send him nudes. I read on, and Billy was reluctant to send her a nude picture. But he did send her a picture of his face. I thought he looked cute. I wished I had a copy of that picture, but he would know if I forwarded it to me.

My guilt grew as I read their ‘chat’. It was very personal, and they liked each other. One part of the chat suggested they were playing with themselves and masturbating. Billy admitted that she made him hard, and he was wanking while looking at her naked pictures. The chat ended abruptly. I suspect they went to video and watched each other masturbate.

When they started chatting after a five-minute gap, Billy said he felt embarrassed, and no one had ever seen him cum before. He also said that no one had ever seen him naked for many years. I smiled when he mentioned me and that despite sharing a room, he’d kept himself covered, and I’d never seen him naked.

I had read something private and intimate about my brother. It was like reading someone’s diary without permission. I felt guilty and signed out of his tablet.

I’d discovered that my brother was a normal teenager, flirting with girls and trying to get off with them. The girl from Cockaigne didn’t seem to be leading him on and appeared quite genuine. Her name was Jenny, and I thought she looked pretty. It would be good for Billy if they started dating. He didn’t have much luck with girls, and I never understood why. I thought he was cute, although not as cute as me, and had a good body. I knew that from seeing him partially undressed in our bedroom. I’d never seen his penis, and I wondered why he was so careful to prevent anyone from seeing it. Perhaps it was deformed. It certainly wasn’t too small, judging from the bulge it made in his briefs. Maybe it was covered in spots or blemishes. I could only imagine.

My curiosity got the better of my guilt, and I logged back in.

I was getting to the most recent messages. Jenny wanted to meet. Billy agreed. It seemed they were going to meet this weekend. Billy always saw his best mate at the weekend. I suppose he was going to claim he was going to him again.

The chain of messages ended with them agreeing to meet in Cockaigne at Noon on Saturday. It would give Billy time to get there and let them have plenty of time together until he had to be home for his dinner at seven o’clock.

I closed his tablet and held it to my chest. I was nervous for Billy. He would be meeting her for the first time this weekend. I hoped it would be all he wanted, and they clicked in real life.

I looked over at his empty bed. I imagined him naked and wanking as he looked at his tablet. I tried to think about Billy’s other girlfriends but couldn’t think of any. He’d not mentioned any girls he was interested in or had gone out with. He seemed to be with his mates and never with any girls. He used to moan when his best mate was out on a date, and he could spend time with Billy.

I opened his tablet again and looked at the last message Billy sent Jenny. He told her he was looking forward to meeting her. He sounded so sweet in his message. I couldn’t mention any of this to him. I had to pretend I didn’t know what he was up to.

I closed the chat. I wondered what else Billy had on his tablet. There were games he liked to play; his cloud storage had all his school essays and a few pictures, mainly of him and his mates, that had been taken on his mobile phone. I laughed at the photos of Billy pulling faces. He looked like he was having fun. It was a side of my brother that I didn’t see. He was always so serious around me, Mum, and Dad.

The tablet kept me from getting bored, but it felt naughty to be trawling through my brother’s digital life. I finally looked at the photographs he’d taken on the tablet. The first picture made my eyes almost fall out of their sockets. It was a close-up of a young man’s crotch. The cock looked nice and thick and must have been about five inches long. The dark pubic hair was wild and dense. Why would Billy have a picture of someone’s cock and balls on his tablet? I flicked to the next image. I almost dropped the tablet when I saw a full-length photo of Billy. He was naked. The picture was taken in our bedroom. He’d rested the tablet on the desk and set a timer. I zoomed in and realised the close-up of cock I’d seen was him. There were several pictures of Billy naked, front and rear view. I felt my cock grow, and I ignored the pain that the metal cage caused. I flicked again, and my cock lurched, and even though I couldn’t get properly hard, my cock spewed cum and it dribbled through the cage.

The photograph that made me involuntarily cum was a close-up of Billy’s erect cock. It looked huge. The following picture turned out to be a short clip of Billy wanking his cock, and at the end, he came.

“Oh, fuck!” I had now seen all the naked pictures of Billy. I closed down all the apps I’d opened and closed the cover. I lay on my bed gasping.

Billy was always so careful not to let anyone see his cock. Now I’d not only seen it, but it was hard, and I watched him cum. I’d watched Billy in one of his most private moments. I could not unsee what I’d seen. I could not give Billy his privacy back. I’d seen everything.

A dribble of cum dripped onto my balls. I put Billy’s tablet aside and went to the bathroom to shower. I needed to clean up. I hoped I could wash away the guilt I felt.

It was difficult to dry my crotch properly with the cage on. I went into my parents’ bedroom and used Mum’s hairdryer. I put my leg up and wafted the dryer over my crotch. I kept the heat level low as I didn’t want to burn my balls.

Back in my bedroom, I picked up Billy’s tablet and put it back so he wouldn’t know I’d been playing with it.

I didn’t know what to do. I sat on my bed, sipped some water, and ate some fruit Mum had left me. My eyes were glued to Billy’s empty bed. I didn’t know what I would do when I saw him. How could I pretend that I hadn’t seen his cock, his hard cock and his cum. He had nothing to be ashamed of; he was bigger than me. But would he be able to tell something was wrong from the look on my face? I had to distract myself. I put on Billy’s jockstrap. That didn’t help. All I could think of was Billy’s cock in the pouch. The pouch where my cock now rested. Shit! I was getting hard again. This time, I winced as I felt the pain from the metal cage.

If I could just wank myself silly for the next few hours, I would get the image of Billy naked from my mind. I’d certainly learnt my lesson not to ejaculate in the pool. I was going to be careful where I ejaculated from now on.

I needed a massive distraction. I put on some sweatpants and a tee shirt and went downstairs. I turned on the television and looked for the least sexy or erotic film I could stream. I chose a horror film and sat on the sofa to watch it.

 

The sound of the front door slamming woke me. The film had rolled on to the sequel. I turned it off as I didn’t manage to stay awake for the end of the first film. I sat up as Billy came into the front room.

“Hiya, Eric. How are you? Sitting down, I see.” Billy sounded cheerful.

I looked at him. Well, I looked in his direction and kept my eyes glued to his crotch. The black trousers gave nothing away, but I knew what was beneath the fabric.

“Urm, I’m fine. I should be able to sit and go to school tomorrow. I even managed to find something to support that heavy metal cage. My pants were useless.”

“Good for you. What did you find?” Billy asked.

I blushed. “I found your old jockstrap. It’s tight enough to support the weight.” I finally looked at his face, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“I had forgotten I still had that old thing. I’ve not worn it for over a year. I’m going to get changed. Come on, and I’ll rub some more cream on your bruises.”

I hung my head as I followed Billy to our bedroom. I couldn’t look at him as he took off his uniform. I stripped naked and lay face down on my bed.

Billy came over and flicked the lid on the tube of cream. He squeezed some onto his hand and started to rub it into my arse.

I groaned when he touched me.

“I think the bruising has gone down a little. It’s not so red, and there’s no purple bits.”

“It does feel better,” I told my brother.

“What have you been doing today?” Billy asked.

I shuddered and thought about snooping through his tablet. My cock thickened, and for once, I was thankful the metal cage prevented me from getting hard.

“Mostly sleeping. I tried watching a film but even fell asleep in front of the television.”

“At least you’re on the mend.” Billy finished rubbing the cream onto my bottom and gave it a light, playful tap.

“Ow!” I said although I didn’t feel any pain.

“Get dressed.” Billy smiled at me, “Mum will be home soon, and no one wants to see you naked.”

I stood up and grabbed Billy’s old jockstrap. I was surprised that he watched me pull it on and adjust the cage in the pouch.

“Why did you give up rugby, Billy?” I asked as I put on my sweatpants.

“I don’t know, really. I suppose I didn’t have time for it. What with school and messing with my mates.”

I slipped on a tee shirt, and Billy laughed.

“Look at us!” He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so I could look at us in the mirror. “You must hero worship me. You dress exactly the same as me.”

I laughed at our reflection, both of us wearing grey sweatpants and a white tee shirt.

Stay there. I want to get a picture of this.

Billy grabbed his phone and took a selfie of us. My cock reacted as I thought about the intimate photos on his tablet. He showed me the picture, and I looked at the folds in his sweatpants and the vague bulge his cock made.

“I’ll send it to you.” Billy fiddled with his phone, and I heard my mobile beep, indicating I’d received the picture. “You can put it as your screen saver.”

“No fucking chance!” I laughed.

“I’m hungry!” Billy said, dashed downstairs to raid the fridge. “Do you want anything?” He yelled at me.

“I’ll have a ham sandwich.” I joined him in the kitchen.

We were eating when Mum came home. She noted how better I seemed to feel if I was eating. But she complained that we had better eat all our dinner. I told her that I started to feel better in the afternoon and learnt my lesson not to overindulge in fatty foods.

Dad got home shortly before dinner. As soon as Billy had finished eating, he went out. I went up to my bedroom. Dad came in after a few minutes.

“How’s your arse, Eric?”

“Better.”

“Let me see.” Dad insisted. I stood up and pulled down my sweatpants. “What’s this?” He twanged a strap on the jock I wore.

“I found it. It’s Billy’s. It supports the cage and makes it bearable to walk.”

“I bet you’re looking forward to having this taken off.” Dad held the pouch of my jockstrap and wiggled it. He couldn’t feel my cock, just the metal cage.

“I want to get back in the water again. I think I’ll be swimming all by myself soon. And I can’t wait to see Ross again.”

Dad tousled my hair like I was a little boy. I felt much better knowing that Dad was treating me normally again. I hugged him.

 

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