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BROTHER, BUSTED
Ff/m femdom, teens, cbt, denial, tease

PART TWO
By Dr. Wu

   AUTHOR'S NOTE: I started this story in February, got sidetracked and
lost interest. But after receiving some feedback, I have finished it.
Part One is a repost, the rest is new.
   THE USUAL BLAH BLAH: You shouldn't have to be told this, but this
story contains sex and violence and if you are under 18, you should not
read it. This story is copyright 2000 by Dr. Wu. It may be posted, re-
posted or archived anywhere that is completely free. It may not be
archived anywhere that charges any sort of fee. It is completely
fictitious, and any resemblance with real persons is completely
coincidental. You can read other stories by Dr. Wu by visiting his
author's site at the Alt. Sex.Stories Text Repository. The address is:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org.

 "Brother, Busted" is different from my usual stories in that it is about
a teenaged boy who is teased and hurt badly by his teenaged sister and
his aunt. If you don't want that, there's a universe of stories out
there, so don't come whinin' to Dr. Wu.

Oh, and for God's sake, don't actually try any of this sick shit or
someone will get badly hurt.

BROTHER, BUSTED
PART TWO

   Kyle Lowe was standing at attention when his little sister and aunt
walked into his bedroom. He was, as promised, stark naked, and his
teenaged cock hung down over his scrotum, limp now. He did not like the
look on their faces when they walked into his room, although he was hard-
pressed to identify it. Lust and cruelty, he might have said, but in his
short and virginal life he had not encountered those two qualities in
such extremes at the same time.

   "We're ready to start your punishment now, perv-boy," Aunt Vivian
said. "Face your bed, bend over, and press your forehead against the
bed."

   Kyle did as he was told.

   "Put your hands behind your back, and cross your wrists."

   The 30-year-old ball-buster took a length of clothesline and began
looping it expertly through and around his wrists. Before he even
realized what was happening, she had tied it off securely, immobilizing
his hands behind his back. She ripped off a strip of duct tape and
wrapped it over the knot, bringing it through his wrists, making a bond
so thorough not even Houdini could get out of it.
   "Now spread your legs apart as far as they will go, perv-boy!" Vivian
ordered. It was difficult, with his face pressed down into the bedspread
and his hands behind his back, but Kyle began shuffling his feet apart,
further and further. His neck and shoulders were beginning to ache
already, and he'd only been in the awkward position for a minute. He felt
his Aunt busying herself around one ankle, then the other, but couldn't
tell what she was doing.

   "This is called a spreader bar, perv-boy," she informed him. I'm tying
your legs apart at the ankles with a broom stick, so they stay a good
three feet apart, just the way they are now." He heard the duct tape
being torn again, and again, as she reinforced the clothesline with the
heavy silver tape. He tried to move his right ankle slightly inward, and
could not. He tried his left ankle, and could not.

   Kyle Lowe began to sweat. His heart began to beat faster. When he had
agreed to a punishment, he thought it would be something dumb liking
doing his sister's laundry or washing his aunt's car. He hadn't dreamed
they would truss him up naked and vulnerable like this. What were they
going to do to him?

   "Let's take a moment here for a learning experience," Vivian said to
her young niece, who was staring wide-eyed at her brother. "Now the most
obvious thing at the moment is Kyle's ass," Vivian said, and she reached
out her hand and gently stroked one ass cheek, then the other. The touch
sent a thrill through Kyle, to have a woman caressing his naked buttocks,
and his teen cock sprang to attention again.

   "Because Kyle is spread open the way he is, we can get a good view of
his asshole," Vivian continued, sounding like a biology teacher
describing an amoeba. "Now I don't expect you to do anything about this
now, Kim honey, but file it away for future use: A boy's asshole is very
sensitive. Watch this." She stuck her index finger into her mouth and wet
it thoroughly, and then touched Kyle inside his asscheeks, right on the
crack. She dragged the wet fingertip along his sensitive buttcrack,
passing it right over his anus, and continued downward.

   "Ohhhhh, God!" Kyle exclaimed. He couldn't help it, the wet finger
felt so good back there.

   Vivian paused just below his orifice. "Now under the asshole, but
before we get to the balls, is a patch of skin called the perineum," she
told her niece, who had moved in closer for the lesson. Kim Lowe was
open-mouthed at the turn of events, breathing heavily, her entire being
concentrating on her brother's splayed nudity and her aunt's total
control of him.

   "The perineum of a man is incredibly sensitive."

   The older woman changed the angle of her finger so that her long red
fingernail was extended, and she dragged this fingernail along the bound
boy's perineum to the base of his balls. He was moaning unabashedly now,
overwhelmed with erotic feelings, being expertly touched in places he'd'
never even touched himself or dreamed of being touched. Vivian repeated
the experience, pulling her pointed nail back up the perineum to his ass,
then back down to the base of his balls. God, he was going to die, this
was unbelievable, un-fuckin-believable!

   "Now normally you have to stroke a man's cock to get it hard, Kim, but
in your brother's case, he's an adolescent, and he's a total horndog, so
just the light touches I've given him have brought forth a raging hard-
on. Look down between his legs and see how hard he is."

   Kim bent over, and could see her brother's big erection, jutting out
from his crotch. It bobbed and waved as if it had a life of its own, and
the head was big and purple. She was almost hypnotized by the throbbing
cock only inches away.

   "And of course, the balls," Aunt Vivian continued, and she encircled
Kyle's balls with her hand. "There isn no spot on a man that's so easy to
hurt as the testicles. It's like one of God's cruel jokes on men, that
they get so much pleasure from their dicks, and sometimes get so much
pain from their nuts. It doesn't take much - just a little squeeze."

   "Aaaaaaahh! Aaaaaahh!" Kyle suddenly screamed. Aunt Vivian had
squeezed her hand into a fist and was crushing his nuts. The pain
exploded out of his groin and he instinctively tried to move his hands
toward his scrotum, but of course they were tied helplessly behind his
back. After only a couple of seconds, his aunt let go.

   "Oh fuck!" Kyle bellowed, breathing hard. "Jesus Christ that hurt!"
Even though she was no longer touching them, his poor balls still ached
horribly.

   Kim Lowe was both frightened and fascinated. She had led a sheltered
life and had never seen anyone experience the kind of pain her brother
had just gone through. Her aunt had barely flexed her fingers, and he was
in unspeakable agony. A power surge went through her 13-year-old
pubescent bodies, and it made her nipples tingle with some unidentifiable
but lovely feeling. To have that much power over her older brother. This,
as Martha Stewart always said, is a good thing, Kim thought.

   "Oh, don't be such a baby, perv-boy," Vivian said dismissively. Kim
noticed she was smiling, and that her nipples were erect under her white
shirt.

   "It hurt!" was all Kyle could manage.

   "It's your punishment, panty-sniffer!" Vivian snapped. "Or at least,
it's the start!"

   "I don't want any more!" Kyle yelled. "You can tell Mom and Dad! I
don't care!"

   "It's a little too late for that," Vivian replied. "We've got all the
time in the world, and we're gonna take it. Right Kim!"

   "Right, Aunt Vivian!" Kim responded, her eyes gleaming with
excitement.

   "Now, back to our lesson," Vivian said. "We can't get a very good
angle on his cock the way he's bent over the bed, but let's check and see
if it's still hard." Vivian reached between Kyle's wide-spread legs and
grabbed the boy's pecker, which was still hard. She never ceased to be
amazed at the pecker-power of teenage boys. It occurred to her that she
really ought to ditch little Kim, untie Kyle and get him to fuck her like
an animal over and over until his cock was too sore to work. Oh, that did
have its appeal! But she had made a promise to Kim, and the game was
playing was also great fun, as well. Vivian rubbed the underside of
Kyle's shaft, up to the spot just behind and underneath where the head
started, a terribly ticklish and sensitive glans. The cock got even
harder in her soft hand, and she smiled wickedly to herself.

   "He's still hard, all right," she told Kim. "Isn't it amazing how a
boy can be in so much pain, and yet still stay hard?"

   Young Kim swallowed. Did her aunt want an answer? This was all so
weird and exciting. "Uh, yeah," she ventured, not knowing quite what to
say.

   "I wonder how much pain it takes to make a boy's cock get soft. Do you
ever wonder that, Kim?"

   The thought had never even crossed the mind of the innocent girl. but
now that she mentioned it, Kim did sort of wonder just that, and said so.

   "Well, let's find out, why don't we sweetie?" Vivian said to her
niece. "You take a couple of steps back, and take a good aim at Kyle's
balls. See how exposed they are? Just so nicely framed, hanging down so
vulnerable between his legs? Pretend they're a soccer ball, honey, and
this is the kick you need to win the big game!"

   "Kim! NO! Don't don't do it!" Kyle screamed. "Please, I'm begging you,
sis! I'll do anything you want! Anything!"

   "He'll do anything you want after you kick his nuts up into his
throat," Vivian told the girl. "This is what he gets for stealing your
panties. You want him to keep on stealing your panties, Kim? How long
will it be before he sneaks into your room while you're asleep and starts
jacking off on your panties while you're still wearing them?"

   Kyle was frantic. He twisted and writhed, but his aunt had positioned
him so that he was utterly, totally helpless.

   Kim knew what she had to do. She took two steps back, and focused like
a laser on her brother's balls, hanging right there like ripe fruit. She
took a deep breath, a little hop, pulled back her right leg, and swung it
forward with all the power her small frame could muster. The heavy black
dress shoe flew through the air and landed squarely in Kyle's nutsack,
driving his gonads up into his body with a sickening sound of leather on
naked on naked flesh.

   Kyle had never known such pain as when his gonads exploded. His aunt's
squeeze of a few moments before was a love pat by comparison. Vomit rose
in his throat and he swallowed it back down, the better to scream and
scream and scream in raw-throated agony.

   While Kyle screamed into the bedspread, his nuts throbbing in pain,
Kim felt her heart pounding. Adrenaline raced through her limber young
frame, hyping the girl up. God, that had felt good, to kick her brother
like that, pay the bastard back for all the shit over all the years. She
realized she wanted to do it again, right now. She also realized that her
pussy was pulsating, feeling like it never had before. She wanted to
touch herself, wanted to explore why her pussy suddenly felt so good.

   Aunt Vivian just smiled. What Kyle was feeling was pretty obvious,
particularly to a woman who had busted more than one set of testicles in
her 30 years. But she wanted her niece to be into this, to feel the
power, and as she watched Kim's budding young breasts rise and fall under
her T-shirt, the smile on her lips and the sparkle in her eyes, she felt
like Kim was well on her way.

   Kyle had collapsed forward onto the bed, which put even more strain on
his back and shoulder, but offered at least some limited protection to
his cock and balls. He wasn't even able to think clearly yet; his whole
universe was concentrated on the agony of his nuts.

   Vivian bent down and grabbed his bound wrists and hauled him back up,
so that his face was still pressed into the bed but his genitals were
again exposed.

   "Assume the position, perv-boy!" she barked. "We're doing an
experiment here, your sister and I, and we need to see if your dick is
hard or not." The woman and the girl looked, and saw that Kyle's cock had
deflated quite a bit. But because of the blood flow, it was still fairly
thick and semi-erect.

   "He's got sort of a hard-on," Kim reported to her aunt. She was
secretly thrilled to use that word, which she had only whispered a couple
of times with her best friends.

   "Well, well, well," said Vivian. "Your brother is truly an amazing
specimen. I guess it's going to take even more pain to get his dick to go
down. Of course, what's funny is how easy it is to get his dick back up
again. Watch this." Again Vivian stuck a finger in her mouth to moisten
it, and brought it to Kyle's anus. This time she began rubbing the tender
bud directly with her spit-slicked finger. Even though Kyle was still
moaning from the pain, his sock started to spring back to life again. His
aunt tickled the boy's anus, circling it and teasing it, starting to dart
the tip of the finger inside, then pulling back out. Kyle moaned,
helpless at the merciless teasing finger of his aunt.

   "Look at that, Kim. Even though he knows he's gonna get his balls hurt
again, and even worse this time, he can't help himself. Just one little
fingertip, and perv-boy's got a woody again. Whatever are we gonna do
with him, Kim?"

   "Hurt him!" Kim blurted, not even thinking about the words. "Hurt him
more! Hurt him bad!"

   "That's my girl!" Vivian crowed. "I think we can arrange just that.
Kyle's not going anywhere," she laughed, as a the adolescent resumed his
frantic struggles to get free from the clever bonds of his aunt.

   "Why don't we go downstairs, where we have more room to play?" Vivian
suggested. "Kyle, I know it's difficult to walk down stairs with a
spreader bar on your legs, but I want you to start moving right now. You
have two minutes to make it down to the kitchen."

   "Please, please, don't. Please let me go!" the boy pleaded.

   "If you're not heading toward the stairs in three seconds, perv-boy,
I'm gonna pull you off the bed and lay you face down, spread-eagled, on
the floor. And Kim's gonna jump up and down on your nuts until they pop!
You'll have nothing but a scrotum full of jelly!"

   Vivian lifted the boy by his arms and stood him upright. His face was
bright red, he was breathing heavily, and there were tears in his eyes.

   "God damn you!" he spit at his aunt.

   "You're gonna pay for that, panty-boy," she said, looking her nephew
coldly in the eyes. "You're gonna pay all fucking night. Now move!"

	Awkwardly, like a Frankenstein monster, Kyle tried to walk out of
his room. He swung his legs out stiffly from side to side, making slow
progress with the spreader bar.

   "Two minutes, Kyle," Kim said to him harshly, her high voice filled
with a note of dominance.  "You heard what Aunt Vivian said, if you're
not in the kitchen, I'm gonna jump up and down on your balls till they
pop!"

   "That's my girl!" Vivian said again, as Todd reached the top of the
stairs and started slowly, painfully, to descend to the first floor, and
the kitchen, and Aunt Vivian and Kim's next round of brutality.

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