Helping My Brother
By: Randall Austin
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 9

(Notes from the journal of Craig Soffel)

In two weeks I start college. I am very excited. I will be living at home as I attend the University, and it is an important and very major new event in my life.

Another major new event in my life is also starting. Dad wants Marty employed in giving me full personal service before I start college, because the research indicates that students that have 'personal services' slaves get better grades.

On Social Services' guidelines, we introduced Marty to 'personal service' on a gradual basis. It is supposed to be less traumatic on an 'in family' slave if the slave is introduced to giving such service just one step at a time. So the first thing we had Marty do was get used to wiping my ass after I took a crap and to bathing me. From there we had Marty get comfortable giving me full body massages, and doing my personal grooming.

Like all personal service slaves, the next step was to introduce Marty to drinking dad's and my piss at nighttime to save us from those annoying bathroom trips.

From there we had Marty do my cocksucking, and then shortly after that I introduced him to ass rimming. While Marty does drink dad's piss at night, and occasionally gives him massages, Dad has not used Marty, so far, for sexual service. My dad says he would have nothing against it, but for now dad gets all the relief he needs from his many female friends. So I sort of have Marty all to myself on the important stuff.

Surprisingly, with the aid of several encouragement devices, Marty has accepted the various modes of service fairly well. He probably accepted them in that he knew he had no say in the matter and that complaining was only going to cause him pain. Plus I think his servitor classes that he takes at the community college on Tuesday afternoons are really helping him to see that serving others is not such a bad thing.

But dad and I could sense, from knowing Marty as we do and from the hints he had been giving us, that he would not take easily to being fucked. And that was the next and final step in personal services training.

Dad's suggestion was that I have my first go at him in the morning when he goes to work. The plan was that dad would help me tie Marty down to the fucking table by his leg braces, with his legs spread wide, and then, once dad left for work, Marty and I could take our first 'steps' together in private.

Three days before the actual first attempt, dad and I fitted Marty with a comfort stop that he was to wear until I was ready to fuck him. Let me tell you, Marty did not like that comfort stop, and it was a real hassle getting him plugged and fitting him with the securing strap that holds the butt plug in place.

The comfort stop forced Marty to walk around with his legs spread even wider and to take smaller steps than he was already taking because of his leg braces. Getting butt plugged was quite humiliating for Marty, but it sure was comical watching him waddle around. So funny, in fact, that I took a few videos of him waddling to show my buddies.

I think Marty was actually relieved when the big day finally arrived, because he knew I would be removing the comfort stop once dad and I got him secured to the fucking table.

To actually get Marty on the 'service' table, Dad and I had to use a technique common in servant training called 'contemning'. It is where you to talk to a slave almost as if he were a very young child, or a big dumb lug head. You use very simple words and commands, and you repeat them as if the slave were really dense and couldn't understand basic English. And along with that you keep complimenting the slave when they do as requesting, exactly as one does to a dog in training. The contemning technique sort of numbs the slave's sense of self-worth, and helps them submit more readily in a proper fashion.

Dad got on one side of Marty, and I on the other, and as we escorted him to the table, Dad spoke to Marty as if he were a two-year old, "Come along now, big fella. Marty and I want to help you. There you go. What a nice boy you are!"

Dad and I finally got Marty lying face down on the padded fucking table, I spread his legs apart as wide as I could, and dad locked them in place by his leg braces. It was a nice sight, with Marty's banded balls visible between his legs.

With Marty securely tabled, dad went and stood in front of him, and rubbed him on his freshly trimmed and shaved Mohawk as he spoke further words of comfort and encouragement to him, still using the contemning approach. "There, what a good boy you are! You look so good, and you are going to make your brother very happy. We're so proud of you. You should be proud of yourself, helping your brother with his studies like this."

"I want you to cooperate fully with Craig. This should be a beautiful moment for the both of you, if only you will cooperate Marty and help him do what he has to do."

For some reason, Marty started sobbing. Dad consoled him, "There's nothing to be upset about. This should be a very special day for you. You are about to engage in a very special act with your brother sanctioned by the state. You are almost like your brother's wife now, and therefore you have to do whatever he says. Wives have to do whatever their husbands tell them to do, and so it is with you and Craig. You are sort of like Craig's virgin bride and this should be a special moment for you. Craig is about to explore you in a very special way, just like a husband does his new bride. You have to submit to him just as women have to submit to their husbands whenever they are ordered."

Dad rubbed Marty on the shoulder a bit to comfort him, then gave me a smile and a 'thumbs up' sign as he left the room to go off to work.

I went up to the table and undid the locked strap that held Marty's comfort stop in place. I pulled it out slowly, and then started doing some slow in and out fucking motions with it to help loosen him up even some more. Marty moaned, so I explained, "Just getting you ready, bro, for our special moment. You heard dad. You're like my wife now, and you have to do whatever I want you to do."

"You look real good, Marty, all spread legged and ready, just waiting for your man. Are you going to be a good little girl, and let me get in there without too much trouble?"

After I had done some slow fucking of him with the plug, I reached between Marty's legs to get a feel of his cock, and to my surprise he was hard. I complimented him, "It looks like my little woman is eager to get bitched."

Working the plug in and out of my older brother's ass got me so excited that I had to get down to business. I pulled the plug out and started to undress, as Marty twisted a bit on the table in a futile attempt to escape.

Once I was naked I knelt on the padded table in back of my brother's naked, waiting, ass, between his spread legs. I knelt over him and put my face in his armpit and started licking. As I slurped and slobbered his armpits I was dribbling precum as I had never done before. His pits smelled heavenly.

My boner was sticking straight up against my belly, and I was eager to get inside of him. As I moved my rod closer to Marty's hole, my cock seemed to get even bigger and harder than it had been. I put my dick to Marty's hole and circled it with my dick tip. I eased it in. Marty let out some sobs, but the feeling was so glorious that I paid no attention to his crying.

I had intended to make my first fuck of Marty a special long drawn out affair, but I was in such a sexual frenzy that I couldn't hold back. I did a few slow thrusts at first, but I just had to start humping. It was a feeling beyond belief.

And once I started humping Marty, I could not stop. It was too amazing. I had intended to go gentle, but I couldn't control myself. Marty felt so special that I was fucking away like a madman. I spoke to Marty in my fucking frenzy, "Oh bro, you are so hot. I wanted to go slow this first time, but I can't help myself."

The fucking table was well padded, so I knew I could really bang away at Marty without hurting him; after all, that's what fucking tables are for, and I did.

I had never before fucked anything so hard, fast, and furious. Marty was crying out, but it only drove me to bang him all that more harder. When I finally came it seemed like my dick wouldn't stop squirting man juice. And man, did I ever let out a scream of ecstasy as I shot my load.

Once it was over, I stayed on top of Marty, still plugged into him, and spoke what I was feeling. I could be honest, after all Marty was just a slave.

"Oh bro. That was so fantastic. I love you Marty, so much. You made me feel so good. This is so special."

I started licking his neck, "You're just like my new little bride, honey, and I'm going to treat you real good as long as you behave and make me feel so good."

As I pulled out of him, I kissed him all over the back of his head, neck, and back.

I got off the table and rubbed Marty on his inner thigh, "I was going to let you up now, Marty, but that was so fantastic that I'm going to have another go at you in a couple of hours."

Marty called out, "Please Craig, let me up."

I gave him a playful slap on his ass, "No Marty. I don't want to have to struggle with you to get you back on the table and secured. You just stay there and relax. I think you need a little time alone with yourself to think about your special new role in life."

"You're my special relief boy, and it means we are almost like being married."

As I made myself a cup of tea, dad called me from his cell, "Son, I just stopped at Regal Social Services Supply Center and they will be delivering a urinal cage to the house in about an hour. Could you be there for the delivery?"

"I'll be here Dad. Believe me. I'm not going anywhere!"

"I take it, son, things went well with you and Marty?"

"Oh Dad, it was beyond fabulous. Thank you so much."

To be continued...

Posted: 06/22/12