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Banding show goes wrong
Part 1
By [email protected]
Ian had been living with his older brother Chris in the big city for
three months now. Chris was the alpha male, always looking for the next
hot chick to come along. Ian was more reserved, quiet. The brother with
secrets.
Ian heard Chris slam the front door and start up his Toyota ute. Chis
was an electrician and liked to start early. That suited Ian. He still
hadn't found a job so he'd been exploring the internet. A lot.
Ian had always had a fetish for women's clothes. He sniggered when his
mates made jokes of transvestites but he knew wearing pantyhose and
panties always made him hard. He still couldn't figure out if he was gay
though. He'd had girlfriends and straight porn usually turned him on.
Regular gay porn didn't do anything for him, unless bondage or
crossdressers made an appearance.
It didn't take him long to fire up his laptop and slip into some beige
silk pantyhose and a tight lycra top. He'd saved the site as his
favourite, knowing that Chris didn't have his password so couldn't use
his laptop. He always wore a rubber gimp hood with holes for eyes and a
mouth - no point taking the risk of someone recognising him. Stretching
the dog collar around his neck was his final accessory.
As soon as he was hard, Ian rolled a condom over his cock. He was always
a clean sort of guy. No mess on the carpet.
Logon. Yes, the dominatrix he'd been chatting to for the last two weeks
was online. He felt a surge of adrenelin go to both his head and his
cock at the same time.
Click on private conversation. "Hello Mistress Sara, sissy Ian here."
He felt the excitement of humiliation. Of being transformed into a
submissive non-male.
"Good girl, are you dressed for me today? Open up your cam for me dear."
"I did what you asked Mistress," Ian said into the mic, when the picture
of him flashed up on the yahoo webcam. Here's the elastrator tool my
brother Chris and I used on the farm."
"Good girl sissy, show me how it works."
Mistress Sara was curious about her newfound slave. He lived in the same
city and she thought he could be worth meeting. She'd told him so the
previous day.
Ian was an expert at using the elastrator and the bands had strangled his
balls many times before. Banding bulls on the farm had always made him
hard in his overalls and Chris used to smirk when he saw the bulge every
time. "If you ever want me to turn you into a steer, just give me a
shout" he used to say. Regularly.
"Just one today sissy? No, show me more. I've seen some good sissies
put on 6. Put on six today dear and make me happy."
Ian smiled at the instruction. He wouldn't usually put on some many
castration rings, but the order to do it made him want to obey.
"Yes Mistress, I will do this for you. But it will hurt Mistress."
"Good girl, you need to trust me dear."
Six blue rubber rings on his sac didn't take long to make Ian's nuts go
numb. He knew he wouldn't have much time and started to jerk his cock so
his trapped balls would bounce and swing wildly. The mindfuck was a good
way to start the morning and he was completely focused on the feeling of
helplessness and destruction.
So it was no surprise that he didn't hear the ute door slam as Chris
returned to the house to pick up the cellphone he left on the table.
There were three different women he was going to fuck this week and he
didn't want to lose any by not answering their needy text messages.
He had the phone and was just going to walk out when he stopped outside
Ian's bedroom door. He heard the unmistakeable sound of jerking. He
smiled, knowing that his little brother probably waited for him to leave
before playing out his sex fantasies. He looked at his watch, and
imagined what would happen if he was a bit late. His boss was away
today, so there was time to spare. He gasped the doorknob.
"Gotcha" he shouted, flinging open the bedroom door and jumping into the
room with a big grin across his face. He looked at the shape on the
floor, under a light in front of the laptop. "Fuck me, what's this?" He
saw the body jump in shock and automatically reach to hide its cock and
balls.
"Jesus, is that you little brother?"
Ian was mortified and angry at the same time. A surge of adrenalin
pumped through his body. Fuck his brother doing this to him, just like
when they were kids. All he could think about was how he could possibly
explain the pantyhose. He didn't want Chris to know about his
transvestite fantasies.
"She made me do it Chris" he said as calmly as he possibly could,
pointing to the screen with his right hand but keeping his left hand over
his banded sac. "I'm not gay, I'm into girls and we're both... having a
bit of fun."
Chris looked at the screen. "Hello," a female voice came through the
speaker, "it sounds like we've got company. Is this another slave to
castrate or just an audience to watch my slave castrate itself?"
Chris looked at the screen and then at Ian. "What's she talking about
mate, what..... oh yeah, what have you been up to?" He saw the elastrator
on the floor and the packed of bands. "Show me bro, what have you done
to yourself." Chris reached his hand around Ian's left wrist and pulled
up his hand. "Fuck me, just like on the farm eh? You're steering
yourself because you've got no bulls handy?" He grinned at his own joke
as he looked at this brother's blue eyes behind the rubber hood.
"I get it, you're doing it to entertain the lady! Fuck Ian, you should
have told me you were into this shit. Maybe we could have scored a
couple of kinky chicks and double dated." He looked back at the screen
and eyed up Mistress Sara. She wasn't half bad - dark hair, slim, made
up like a girl that was into adventure in the bedroom. "So you're
planning to castrate my little brother eh? He's always been into the
rings in a big way, but it's mean to play with his fantasies like this."
Mistress Sara smiled as she weighed up the scene. The brother was hotter
than she expected. And calm, collected, a man who likes to be in
control. But also someone who might have a bit of interest in kink
himself, judging by his reaction.
"This little whore just wants to be turned into a gelding and I'm helping
him along the way. It's not cruel dear, it's a public service." She
moved closer towards the camera. "You know, if you could get into the
game and add a couple more of those little rubber donuts, I think I'd be
having multiple orgasms from this mornings little entertainment." She
rubbed her breasts and slowly unzipped her pvc dress until Chris and Ian
could get an eyeful of all of her assets.
Chris grinned and looked at his brother. "What do you say little bro,
shall we make your girlfriend happy? You know I've always offered to tie
off those family jewels of yours."
Ian was his parents' favourite son, he was going to be a successful
accountant and eventually make millions, according to his father. So it
was gratifying to know that this future millionaire was actually a little
pervert. "What do you say?" He reached down for the elastrator too and
the pile of rings on the floor.
Ian didn't have time to take it all in. Chris was a lot calmer than he
had expected. But was he serious about putting on another band. He
suddenly thought of his balls, banded now for 20 minutes since the first
ring went on. "Jesus Chris, it's just a mindfuck. What do you think?
You want to play her games? I didn't think you'd be into this."
"Spread em little bro, let's see if your girlfriend will keep her word."
Chris had the rubber ring on the tool and spread it open. "Just like a
steer eh." "Ah, fuck me, pantyhose?" He had finally seen the shine on
Ian's legs. "If Dad saw that he'd be banding you himself." He lowered
the tool to his brother's ballsac. "Oh boy, that looks like it hurts
already eh. But you heard the woman."
He reached down for Ian's balls and popped one through the blue ring,
then the second. "Good little steer, now another one just to make your
lady happy. If you don't watch out you'll be the lady soon." Chris
smiled to himself. The second one was on before Ian knew what was
happening. That made 8 altogether. They both looked at the screen.
"All done, now keep your end of the bargain" Chris challenged, watching
her reaction.
Not one to back down, Mistress Sara moved her hand down to her crotch and
pulled the camera down with her. "Good boys, very good boys" she
whispered in a soothing voice, giving them a full view of what was
happening underneath her fishnets.
Both Ian and Chris were rock hard as they watched the show, but for
different reasons. Chris has seen plenty of porn and this was top rate.
Ian felt like his brother had fucked him and all his teenage fantasies
had come back into his head. His numb nutsac only fuelled the erection.
The multiple orgasms were delivered as promised.
"Same time tomorrow boys?" Mistress Sara smiled 10 minutes later,
recovering from the ecstasy that internet masturbation delivers. "Now
don't leave those little things on, not too long anyway dear. Your
brother needs to punish you more before you are finally neutered for me."
The screen flickered and the picture of Mistress Sara went blank. Chris
turned to Ian and wrapped his hand around the banded nuts. "Cold as a
rock. You happy now? Jesus, you won't be having any kids if you keep
this up mate. But I gotta admit, she was kinda hot."
"You're not going to tell mum or dad about this are you Chris" pleaded
Ian in the least winy tone he could manage. He could see the glint in
his brother's eye and knew he was probably calculating what to do next.
"You know little bro, if you really want someone to put these little
rubber rings on you nutsac, I'm happy to do it. Always have been. All
you had to do is ask." His hand was still holding Ian's balls and he
gave them a little squeeze, with no reaction coming back. "I like the
pantyhose, nice touch. Very frankenfurter." The Rocky Horror Picture
Show had been one of the first shows to spark Chris' interest in kink.
He stopped for a second, then grinned again at the submissive eyes in the
rubber hood as he squeezed the sac a second time, but much harder.
"Don't worry about me telling mum and dad. Why would I tell them their
golden boy is a transvestite who wants to be a steer instead of a bull?
Come on, I wouldn't do that to my little brother. We're on to something
here. Let's team up and play this out. We could get some good pussy out
of this if we do things right on cam tomorrow."
Chris never saw Ian as a threat in the women department. They both knew
Ian was more of a wimp who struggled to get chicks. But on the other
hand Ian was the favourite son, the one who studied while Chris chased
the girls. Discovering this dirty little secret was a windfall for
Chris. The little pervert will have to do what I say for a while, Chris
thought, absent-mindedly twisting the two numb nuts. Then he snapped
back into the present. "Okay, so do you want to cut these things off, or
shall we turn you into a steer right now?"
Ian struggled to get up and grab the scissors from the kitchen drawer.
One by one he released the stranglehold of the eight castration rings.
By the time he turned around to confront his brother, Chris had gone. He
sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. What had he started?
His cock twitched as he though of what Chris had said. Maybe tomorrow
they could play out his fantasy of being castrated by his older brother.
What would Mistress Sara think of that? He reached down to his engorging
cock. If Chris really did keep the secret, then he'd be okay. He told
himself this over and over. It didn't take him long to finally fill the
condom...
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