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The Bee Keeper

Brady Cannon’s Unexpected Medical Exam 3a: Brady’s Doctor’s Appointment (bb bt nc)

by Glaucon55

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Brady became the Jeffries’ babysitter of choice. The two Jeffries boys insisted that their parents choose him, and for the obvious reasons, Brady was gracious in always accepting. His next gig was the following Friday night, when Mr. and Mrs. Jeffries, feeling safe with their next door neighbor’s son watching their boys, decided to go out to dinner and a movie. The boys had communicated to him the absolute necessity of refraining from masturbation during the days since they were last together. It was humiliating for Brady to have to speak to Jemmy about the subject. The call he received on his cell phone was excruciating:

“Dude, this is Jem….”

“Yeah, what’ya want?”

“Look dude, cut the attitude. We’re the ones with the pictures…and I didn’t see your dick go soft when we were doing you. So take your pick…be nice to us, or take your chances with the pics going to your buddies, coaches, and parents.

After a pregnant pause, Brady spoke in a flat but respectful tone; Jemmy could almost see his eyes lowering in a angry and bitter surrender: “Okay…okay…sorry. Ah, why did you call?

“Just want to make sure you know that you are not allowed to jerk your prick without our permission. No mistakes, and if you have one, you need to write us an e-mail and explain why it happened and why we shouldn’t punish you. And you will be punished, so don’t fuck up. K?”

“Jeez, I can’t write you about that shit…and fuck, guys don’t have other people tell ‘em what to do about jerking-off…Jeez…shit….” Jem could hear the embarrassment in Brady’s voice and the pleading tone as he stumbled through his surprise at Jem’s demand. He smiled with satisfaction.

“Sorry dude, it’s a new deal for you…its our rules, so just say yes or I know what I need to do,” Jem said with emphasis on the “need to do.”

“Christ, okay, okay…I won’t do anything like that…you know. But fuck, I can’t go for days without, you know… I might have a dream or something…I dunno know….”

“Like I said, if you make a mistake before we get together next, yer gonna get punished. My parents are talking about going out this Friday night, so I figure you’ll be babysitting. No spunking till then dude, and then only if we let you…got it,…K…later.” With that Jem hung up and Brady was left holding his cell phone to his ear, trying to understand what was happening to him. But when he regained his focus, he also realized that his penis was rock hard in his shorts, and he was leaking again. Fuck…just talking to that punk was making him hard…maybe because they were talking about jerking-off…but shit, why was his dick hard every time he had to deal with those stupid kids.

The week passed slowly, torturously, and each day that passed Brady’s penis tingled a little bit more, spontaneously erecting at odd times, and the tickle of the leak drooling from his piss lips driving him to distraction. But Brady’s real nightmare, with pun intended, occurred the night before he was to babysit. When he went to bed at night, his thoughts would stray to the events of the past week, and within seconds he would spring a rigid boner, the bulbous knob tickled by the soft material of his pajamas, and almost reflexively forcing him to grind it into the bed yet not able to spunk. Thursday night, after he followed this pattern, his sleep was troubled. His dreams were filled with foreboding. He saw himself naked on his knees, head down ass up, with Jemmy taunting him and finger-fucking his sensitive bung. In his sleep, he clenched the cheeks of his strong boy butt, and his hips reflexively ground into the bedding, driving his bloated shaft and leaking cock knob into a rut of the bedding. His big feet and long toes pressed into and gripped the bottom of the bed to give him thrust, and he battered and bruised the sensitive tip of his penis to make it tickle deliciously from the chaffing even in his unconscious state. His nipples stiffened and he panted as he slept and fucked the bed with images of Jemmy and Jake taking control of his naked, helpless body. Suddenly, as if anticipating the delicious relief of a massive nocturnal emission, he awoke in a sweat, perspiration dripping and his cock about to burst into an explosive cum. Barely conscious, he realized instinctively he was about to ejaculate, and he flipped over, throwing the sheet off of himself, and exposing his erection that pushed his pajama bottoms out obscenely and left a huge wet spot where his leak had been created on the pajama material that was in contact with his fat knob. Jesus…he groaned as he clenched his ass muscles and tried to get control of his throbbing penis…afraid to touch it for fear he would squirt from the mere contact. Gulping for air, he gradually gained control, and he groaned again out loud, deciding to fall back asleep on his back rather than risk giving his unruly, whorish teen boner contact with the bed or anything else. Eventually, he fell back into a fitful sleep and finally awoke weary and his pajamas pants crusted with the dried pre-cum stain he had produced during the night. But what lingered for Brady was the fear… the realization that slowly but surely the boys were not only getting into his head, but that his body, his cock and his ass were responding more and more to what had happened when he was with them. Fuck…a week ago he had never been touched by another guy and now he was getting hardons from the prospect of his fucking pre-teen neighbors playing with his body.

In the meantime, Jem and Jake could hardly wait for their big boy prize to return to their care. The idea of two boys, ten and eleven and a half, controlling a fifteen year old straight boy kept their cocklets hard as steel. Jem could not wait to get his hands on Brady again, but in the meantime, his younger brother was an acceptable alternative. The two boys did not have an opportunity to play with each other until Tuesday night, but that night their parents hosted a dinner with some couples from their father’s office, and so they went upstairs to their room early to play on their computers and go to bed. Once they were sure their parents were occupied with their guests down stairs, Jem told Jake it was time for them to take their baths and go to bed. Jake knew exactly what that meant. They stripped down, their pricklets already steel hard, and climbed into their bathroom tub/shower. Jem took his jump rope into the tub with them and wrapped it around Jake’s wrists and then tied it over the firmly mounted shower spigot, pulling the younger boy barely onto the balls of his feet, but still allowing him to shift from one foot to the other for balance. He ran the water warm through the faucet, then pushing the shower lever, let it flow over Jake’s head and body and splash on himself standing behind his younger brother. He took up the soap from the dish and whispered into his brother’s ear:

“Okay Jakey, time for me to make sure yer clean…cause you know yer a nasty little shit, and I’m gonna have to wash you good.” He laughed out loud and noticed how the younger boy shivered in anticipation. Then Jem turned the shower spray away from them toward the backside of the tub stall and tile, and his big boy hands now lathered with soap descended on his younger brother’s torso. He slid the soapy hands up Jake’s sides, making the younger boy giggle and twist on his rope, trying to avoid the ticklish sensations, before Jem cupped his barely sloping pecs, finding the small nipples and rolling them between his soapy fingers.

“Aaaaagggghhhhh” Jake squealed, the flicking of his boy tits making his pricklet almost painfully hard, jutting out angry and fat knob, bobbing for attention. Jem continued to soap his brother, from head down to his waist, poking a finger into his navel to tickle and soap it. Then he knelt, prying apart the boy butt and wriggling a soapy finger between the cheeks seeking Jake’s tight little rosebud. Once he found the anal knot, he scratched and tickled it with his inquisitive index finger, reaching up with his free hand to find one of Jake’s tits, flicking and scratching it to make the younger boy curl the toes on one of his feet from the sweet sensations. Soon his brother’s irresistible digit was deftly lodged inside his rectum, searching and seeking his tiny boy nut. When Jem finally found the rubbery bulge in his brother’s rectum, making him move onto the balls of both feet and hissing from the sweet, achey sensation it created, his brother’s other hand continued to worry his boy nipples.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh…..hiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss….ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!”

Helpless to resist the double molestation of his brother’s fingers and lusting for it at the same time, Jake had a dry cum without anyone touching his bobbing cocklet. It’s four sturdy inches capped by a fat little acorn, expanded obscenely and his little narrow hips shot forward toward the wall, and he howled. His cock pulsed and pulsed as he stared down at it, whining and squealing from the delicious sensation. He gritted his teeth, wishing his brother would grip the steely little prong and soap it into submission, but in the absence of any touch on his throbbing boy prick, the sensation went on for almost ten seconds in the absence of an ejaculation. Jem purposely did not touch his brother’s penis, wanting to leave him frustrated and needy for a second round. Instead, he continued to tease Jake’s nipples and run his finger in and out of the younger boy’s bung while Jake danced like a puppet with his arms strung up over his head. As he did so, he rose up and bent his knees so he could slip his own soaped five and one-half inch erection with its fatter knob and thicker stalk, between his brother’s wet and soapy legs. Bending forward, he vigorously frigged himself under his younger brother’s balls and between his wriggling thighs. Within moments, he achieved his own throbbing dry cum, throwing his head back and hissing as his frottage worried the sensitive tip of his own rigid boy prong between the soft and soapy thighs, and gave it the scrubbing it needed so badly.

After ten to twenty seconds of groaning and moaning from both boys, Jake’s head hung down from exhaustion. The dinner party was loud with laughter and chatter, so no one heard the boys’ squeals of pleasure in the upstairs shower. Jem finished washing his brother, and quickly soaped himself, then released Jake’s bound hands and helped him out of the tub till he was steady on his feet. Then he dried both of them off, paying careful attention to Jake’s still stiff cocklet by dabbing it rather than rubbing it with the soft terry cloth, leaving the ten year old’s unruly penis unsatisfied from its earlier touchless and ironically “dry” cum in the soapy shower.

But Jem wasn’t done with Jake. He quickly put on his own pajama bottoms, and helped Jake into his, but then taking Jake to his bed, he tied the younger boy with his arms spread to his bedhead, and his feet to the bottom of the bedboards. Then he took one of his own white cotton socks strewn on the floor and ordered Jake to open his mouth to willingly accept his gag. He climbed up on the bed, crawling between his brother’s legs, for a few minutes, lovingly caressed Jake’s torso, making his brother coo and groan with the sweet sensations, especially when he flicked his tits, and tickled into his ears. But after this soothing beginning, and with a slightly maniacal smile, Jem reached up into Jake’s naked and hairless pits and began scrabbling his fingers slowly.

Jake knew what was coming, it wasn’t the first time that Jem had tickle-tortured him. That was the way that their sexual games had begun, with Jem tickling his younger brother in wrestling matches till he was helpless from laughter and sporting a rigid little erection. From there, the games resulted into Jem getting his fingers into his little brother’s pants to tickle the rigid little cocklet into Jake’s first dry cums as he howled with laughter, unable to distinguish between the tickling and the sensation of needing to pee and the pulsing of his little cock knob. By now, Jake had learned to expect the fearsome tickling and the delicious cums. When Jem’s fingers found his pits, he howled with laughter into the sock gagging him effectively: “HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, NNNNOOOOOOOO, HA, HA!” At the same time, his four inch gristle came poking out of the fly of his pajamas as his legs flew apart and his feet jammed into the bed trying futilely to evict his heavy and merciless brother from his torso. When his penis thrust out of the fly Jem slowed with the tickling to a soft scratch and let his thumbs stretch out to Jake’s chest to flick his stiff little tit nubs. Jake threw his head back, squirming from the near tickle in his pits and letting his little cocklet snap back and forth, striking Jem’s face now strategically located between his thighs, his stretched to tease the boy’s torso.

In a sudden strike, Jem’s practiced head maneuvered and captured the younger boy’s pricklet in his mouth, and his tongue lashed and his lips sucked on the bloated little cock tip. Jake grunted with the same pleasure that he always got from his older brother’s lip-lock on his cock knob. He squirmed and twisted, both forcing his boy prick into his brother’s mouth, and at the same time, trying to extricate it from the merciless teasing. Soon the voracious sucking once again had Jake jamming his feet into the bed in a final and desperate act to free his sensitive cock tip from the ruthless sucking it was receiving from his brother’s determined efforts, but his efforts were futile. Instead, Jem was able to wring another explosive dry cum from Jake’s greedy boy wiener.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” he squealed into the gag muffling his crazed and bug eyed cum.

But when the gut wrenching cum accompanied with pulsing thrusts into his brother’s wet, gripping mouth, Jem continued to wantonly suck, worrying the hard little acorn caught between his lips, frantically lashing it with his tongue long after the ten second cum had passed. Jake was frantic, as he always was in this situation, bucking desperately to extract his aching, rigid and sensitive cocklet from his brother’s unrelenting sucking.

“AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE…AAAAHHHHHHGGG! NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO…. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…AAAAIIIEEEEEEEE!“ But his efforts were to no avail, and Jem wrung two more sweet, merciless dry cums from him over the next fifteen minutes, with Jake writhing in helplessly overwhelming sensations and excruciating pleasure.

When Jem finally climbed off his brother’s exhausted body, the effects of the shower were almost entirely lost. Jake was wet with perspiration and could barely move. While his arms were still bound, Jem quickly climbed up to place his knees on both side of the younger boy’s head, and forced his once again rigid pre-teen prong into Jake’s mouth by bending his body over his brother’s head. Following the drill, Jake closed his eyes, and sucked on his brother’s cock knob with the same fanatical devotion to the bulging glans that his brother had given him just moment’s before. Within a minute, Jake’s own tongue lashing and suction brought Jem his second explosive dry cum, and of his own volition, he let his younger brother nurse the aching cock head till he nearly fainted, and had to pull his penis out of Jake’s vengeful mouth, using his hands to pry the younger boy’s head off his painfully sensitive knob.

Jem released Jake from his bonds and flipped his bed-sheet over him already hearing his brother’s deep breathing, then he crashed onto his own bed, both of them getting an undisturbed night’s slumber as a result of their respective exhaustion. They would save their cums over the next two nights knowing that Friday would be excitement beyond belief once they had Brady Connor to play with.

 

Brady arrived at 5:30 p.m. on Friday night and was again given money by the Jeffries for delivery pizza, and was told that the they would be home at about 11:00 p.m. With little emotion or expression, he said he understood, and closed the door behind them with a large sigh, not turning to face the boys. What the two parents could not know was the instructions given to the handsome, wholesome teenager by their young boys not to masturbate or cum. For that matter, they had no idea that their adorable pre-teen boys were ravenous sexual predators who were stealthily arranging for their own stock for an evening’s pleasure. For Brady, who had never had anyone place restrictions on his private sexual life, it was a shock to be ‘instructed’ that he was not to play with his pride and joy, much less by boys who were hardly more than children in his eyes. To be sure, the stunning events at the park had traumatized Brady, and he had not masturbated prior to this evening and after the previous experience he had endured with the boys—he could not risk being labeled a faggot or queer in his own estimation and the memory of that afternoon and the previous baby-sitting experience were seared into his brain. He was afraid to masturbate for fear that those images would flood his fantasies, as they now completely dominated his conscious thinking. Having missed any window of opportunity to relieve his big boy balls of their load of spunk, he had gone for a whole week without an emission. His prick had been hard each morning with his normal piss wood, and at night, well his unsettling memories had kept making his nights a challenge, a challenge to keep him from having what he craved, a good hard cum. Leak as he did, the boy did not cum, and he even felt betrayed by his erotic dreams. Brady Cannon, Middle School buck, was losing control of his body and even his delicious and much needed masturbation had been forestalled.

But as he entered the Jeffries’ house, and politely said good night to them on the way out the door, their two boys were standing just behind him not revealing any of the wicked plans they had for their baby-sitter. After giving their parents a genuine if routine hug, they were now ready to babysit the sitter.

As the Jeffries were driving out of the driveway, Brady moved to and stood at the large picture window in the living room, wistfully watching them depart. He had yet to turn around and look at the Jeffries’ boys. But as the car turned out of the driveway and headed down the street, Brady heard Jemmy’s confident voice.

“Dude, it’s time to start, let’s order dinner and then get going.” Without looking at Jemmy, Brady went to the kitchen and made the call to the Pizza delivery service. He wanted to tell the Pizza Parlor to take its time in delivering the food, but Jemmy was standing across from him in the kitchen, listening to every word. Brady finished the call, and true to their word, the Pizza Oven delivered dinner within thirty minutes [otherwise the order would have been free]. Quietly, the boys ate their dinner, watching television, with Brady remaining a brooding presence, ignoring them. But once dinner was done, Brady knew he could not escape his fate. Jemmy followed him into the kitchen where he disposed of the dishes into the dishwasher, and the refuse into the trash compactor. As he finished, Jemmy addressed him in a straightforward manner.

“Brady, turn around dude.”

Slowly, the fifteen year old, in jeans, a t-shirt and flip flops, turned around, staring coldly at the eleven year old boy who was about to make him submit to his orders. What was amazing, was that Brady must have anticipated that his time was up, because he jeans bulged from an obvious and huge erection in the short moments since he had left the den. Nervously, Brady turned and after giving a hateful glance at Jemmy, looked away realizing his own embarrassing condition. His hands dropped and rested nervously in front of his crotch, hoping to hide his shame. Jem lowered his eyes to the obscene bulge, and then smiled sardonically as he spoke to the older boy.

“Kick off your flips dude… and take off your t-shirt.” Brady looked imploringly at Jemmy, but he could tell from the blank expression on the boy’s face that he had no intention of backing down. Brady slowly kicked off his flip flops, baring his size twelve feet and flexing his long toes. Then he pulled off his t-shirt, placing it on the kitchen counter, showcasing his impressive torso and musculature. Jemmy ordered him to walk down to the basement since there were no large windows underground that could reveal what was happening in that space and the ones that existed at the ground level all had shutters which had been closed by the boys earlier in the day before Brady arrived. As Brady walked down the stairs to the basement, a chill ran through him, and he got goose bumps. Even as his big, bare feet padded down the stairs, he recalled being here the previous week, and damn if his cock wasn’t already leaking copiously in the loose fitting jeans, and his breathing had increased just from the anticipation.

Jake and Jemmy followed Brady downstairs, but were unaware that the bigger boy was actually on the verge of crying even as his dick throbbed. “Fuck-Shit” Brady thought to himself, why the fuck was his cock hard…as he felt the telltale drip of pre-cum drooling out of and tickling his piss well then leaking into his briefs. He flexed his cock in an effort to force out the pre-cum and to stop that tell-tale tickle of the liquid as it slipped over his piss lips; “Christ…” he muttered quietly, under his breath, to himself, catching himself from emitting a sob---he was determined not to show how embarrassed and helpless he felt. At the bottom of the stairs, Jemmy directed him to go into the bathroom and stand in front of the wash-stand and the large mirror. Remarkably, in spite of his exasperation or maybe because of it, a befuddled Brady followed the instructions without objection or question.

“Now put your hands behind your head, Brady” Jemmy said in a flat, unemotional tone.

The older boy sighed deeply, but did what he was told, and watched himself in the mirror as the two younger boys approached him.

“Look dude, if you do as we say, it’ll go easy…but you gotta do everything… understand?” Jemmy spoke directly and with conviction. Brady barely nodded his head, perspiration beginning to drip down his hairy armpit, and along his ribs, tickling him and making him jerk from a momentary shiver.

With that, Jemmy and Jake stood next to the taller teenager. With deliberate care Jemmy put a hand on Brady’s firm, bare stomach. Brady sucked in his breath in anticipation, staring in rapt attention into the mirror as he watched the boy’s hand approach, and then as the hand closed in on his firm flesh, he closed his eyes, and swayed slightly back then forward from Jemmy’s clammy fingers brushing across his taut abdominals with a treasure trail already manifest at age fifteen, descending to his navel and below. Jemmy flattened his palm on the soft skin and firm musculature. Soon, Jake’s soft hand followed and his index finger wriggled into Brady’s hairy belly-button, making the big boy shiver and hunch slightly. As Jake’s finger tickled in Brady’s navel, Jemmy’s fingers trailed up to the teenage boy’s firm mounded pectorals and his thumb brushed over the ridge of his pec curve, searching for the protruding nipples, first one then the other, turning the rubbery nubs into hard, angry spikes of sensation. Those sensations took Brady back to the dank john in the Park, and he began to feel light-headed, making his cock throb even more. As the teats hardened from Jem’s soft palm gliding back and forth over them, more goose bumps broke out on Brady’s torso, and he as gulped in air to steel himself against the delicious prickling on his firm pectorals. Jemmy looked into the mirror and saw Brady shivering from the two boys touching him, and he placed his free hand onto the middle of Brady’s back to steady him, and then used the fingers already on Brady’s pecs to gently pinch and twist the teens tits relishing at the groans that emerged from his lips.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh shiiiiiit….goddam….yer doing it again…oooooooohhhh fuck!” With each little twist and pinch, another drop of his pre-fuck burped out of his piss lips, making his cock tingle mercilessly and completely out of his control. The sight of Brady’s slight hunch from the pinch of his tits and the tickle in his navel, coupled with his exhortations and grunts and groans, made the two pre-teens pricklets strum with pleasure behind their shorts.

Jemmy smiled, knowing that already, he and Jake were in control of the older boy. “Open your eyes dude…open ‘em and watch…com’on.” Brady slowly opened his eyes, his almost girlishly long eyelashes opening to reveal his blue eyes, and he watched as Jemmy’s finger toyed with his sensitive, hard tit nubs while his brother’s finger kept gently drilling into his navel. He groaned again wanting to hunch over more but the pressure from Jemmy’s hand on his back coupled with the intrusion into his navel, kept him up, thrusting out his chest which invited Jemmy to work his tits more. His mouth opened, and he panted and groaned as he watched mesmerized as the boys played with him and made his cock drool steadily in his jeans…the copious pre-fuck making it feel like he had wet his boxers.

Jemmy spoke again: “Ya know dude, guys like you need some supervision huh, kinda like you need a baby-sitter. Well tonight me and my little bro are gonna your sitters and we’re gonna baby-sit you as much as possible this summer, like we did at the Park the other day. Tonight, we’re gonna give you a medical exam, dude, to make sure that yer good and healthy, heh, heh, heh, yeah dude, we’re gonna make sure yer good an healthy. Turn round dude….”

Brady turned toward Jem’s voice, and then was turned all the way around facing away from the wash-stand, his hands still clasped behind his head, and his pecs thrusting out, starring straight ahead rather than looking at either of the boys. Jake left the bathroom to get a chair and brought it in sitting it in front of Brady. Jem sat down, and Brady continued to look straight ahead beyond the boys, shivering occasionally from the their hands on his torso. Jem turned over Brady’s stiff nipples to Jake’s little fingers, and he placed both of his hands on Brady’s love-handles…tickling around the teen’s waistband. He traced his fingers around the boy’s waist then one finger pursued Jake’s earlier path, investigating Brady’s navel, then trailed down over the fly button and zipper. His index finger traced over the bulging fly, scratching as it descended. As he did that, Brady’s cock flexed reflexively from the sensation, and the big teenager spread his legs to keep his stability, his toes gripping the bathroom rug on which he was standing. Jemmy did not hesitate. With Brady slipping into his submissive mode, the pre-teen unbuttoned and unzipped his older neighbor’s jeans, and spread the flaps. The gleaming white briefs bulged out as the pressure from Brady’s erect cock trapped inside was released. The thick curved shaft now forced its way over the elastic waistband of his briefs and the unruly, burgeoning cock head, wet and sticky with his clear pre-fuck, emerged to the wide-eyed view of the two younger boys. Jemmy used one index finger to trace the curve of the thick shaft of the cock still hidden behind his cotton briefs, up to the exposed cock tip and the curved flare of the circumcision scar. With the other index finger, he gently scratched around the corona, making Brady hiss and whine from the maddening sensation, involuntarily bucking his hips gently from the maddening tickle. At the same time, Brady’s mindless lust made him thrust out his hips and his greedy penis towards Jem’s attentions. Within a minute his jeans and briefs were shaken down to his ankles from his wriggling and jerking, and Jemmy’s fist had encased the drooling, juicy prick knob that curved towards Brady’s torso. His fist, tutored on the pricks of his older cousins, was torquing around the bloated glans of the big boy teen boner lubricated by Brady’s own sticky juices. Jemmy gripped the huge up-curved boner, pulling it out from the older boy’s torso and palming it, as Jake had done in the park john, but this time the fifteen year old expressed his reluctant pleasure as the boy’s fingers danced up, over, and down his stiff pole, and his fingernails gently scratched around his fat knob.

“Ohhhhhhh goooodddddd….ooooohhhhhh fuuuucccccck, ah Jesus…yer killin’ me…aaaaggghh!”

Brady bucked and squeezed his eyes tightly, feeling the steady ascent of his desperately needed cum, beginning as the boys edged his over-wrought prong.

“Oh yeah dude, show me what you want…want me to play with yer big prick, want me to rub it, yeah, fuck yeah, you like this shit huh, like it a lot….” Jem bragged with growing confidence in his control over the big middle school athlete.

But each time Brady’s swearing and grunting would gain pitch and tone, and he would begin to gasp and rise up on his toes, Jemmy would slow his feathering, and even remove his hands, and wait for the frustrated teenager to come down just enough from his near ejaculation so the teasing could start again. “Oooooohhhhh shit….fuck…… aaaahhhhhh….” Brady grunted, unable to resist the delicious pleasures of the younger boy’s hands on his fevered cock flesh. “Christ….get me off….it’s been a fucking week, shit, I need it…damnit, get me off….stop fucking with me….” Jemmy turned to Jake and smiled, and whispered to his younger brother. After he did, Jake moved to stand behind Brady, and ran his delicate fingers up the sides of the teen. With his hands still locked behind his head, Brady’s sides were exposed and Jake’s nimble fingers were making him squirm and giggle. Jake then ran his fingertips up into Brady’s arm pits, tickling gently in the hairy caverns making Brady twist and bend his elbows down trying to stop the boys’ roaming fingers. But the fingers continued to dance, and when Jem ordered him to stand up straight, he winced and twitched from the wicked tickling, but whined and did as he was told. “God damn, he’s tickling me, I can’t stand still…stop it…yyyyyiiiieeeeeaaaa… shit, yer killin’ me…it TICKLES, god damn it….aaaaaahhhhhhahahahaha…..” As one hand continued to roam in Brady’s right arm pit, Jake reached around to the firm pectorals returning to each of Brady’s rubbery teats, scratching his nail gently across them. That made Brady curl his toes under his big feet and forced a small yelp as the nubbins were flicked and pinched. “Aaaahh, fuck….ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh….aaaaahhhhhhh.”

“Dude, you’ll get off if we want to let you….that big schlong of yers is nasty and outta control. Me and Jakey, we’re gonna bring you under better discipline, make you behave like a good little boy…yer gonna be our little boy from now on this summer….yeah dude, you like yer prick too much…need more discipline.” Jem was making this stuff up as he went along, but it was working, and Brady just let the boy’s play with his exposed, sticky boner, and tease his hard rubbery teats like he was some helpless little girl.

The groans from Brady’s deep voice let the Jeffries’ boys see the slut side of him emerging along with his submission. He could not keep quiet as Jem’s experienced palm circled his bulging cock knob, and rubbed over it gently to keep him flexing and hissing, but with not enough friction to bring him over the edge to the ejaculation he now wanted so badly. Jake’s small fingers sought each of his protruding nips and scratched, pinched and tugged on them to make Brady that much more compliant and needy. Jemmy could not resist, and so gripping the big boy shaft behind the knob, he pulled Brad’s big boy prick down towards his lips, and began to blow on the piss lips and glans as he teased it in his tantalizing fist. “OOOOOOH CHRIST….WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING…AAAAGGGGHHHH…SHIT, GET IT OVER…LEMME CUM…COM’ON GOD DAMMIT!” Brady whined and hissed, and a steady drool was leaking from his deep piss well. Soon he was thrusting his hips into the delicious sensation of the eleven year old’s ministrations that took him up and down the ladder, giving him exquisite and excruciating sensations that he had never experienced when he whacked off his cock for a quick cum every few days. Jemmy was an artist, looking up into the horny face of the older boy as he and his brother teased and played with his bloated cock head and stiff boy teats. After fifteen minutes of driving the older boy nearly mad, Jemmy broke out the poppers once again and soon had Brady’s head floating, trying to keep the cobwebs from making him lose any semblance of control of his body. But most importantly, Brady stopped yelling at them, and instead let his body enjoy the exquisite sensations of carnal pleasure, and exhorting them to help him achieve the sinful release he now craved like a depraved pervert. Once again, Brady was letting his cock rule his brain. He knew it was wrong to let these boys make him do these perverse things, but it felt so fucking good, and it had been a whole week…shit! But now it was time for them to move to the next stage of his visit tonight…and the surrender of the remainder of his sexual independence and self-control.

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