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The Burning Love of the Brothers Grimm
1977
"Timmy! Jarrie, are you coming down? Mommy's got cookies! That is, if Timmygot his work done!" WHACK! WHACK! Jared Grimm gritted his teeth as Timmy Grimmbrought the wicker carpet beater down on his bare butt. "Those math problemsbetter be right...I want to go play ball with the guys. Are they, Jared?"
Jared squeezed tears out of his eyes as he rolled his head over to look athis brother. How did Tim get him tied up like this? Jared was older and smarterthan Tim,who after all wasn't even a part of the family--just a foster kidthat Mom and Dad had decided to adopt. But Tim had a way of just telling Jaredwhat to do...suggestions.
"Yes, I did them right, Timmy...they're dumb old multiplication tables...I'min Algebra How could I get them messed up? You'll be the genius in SpecialEd, Timmy!??
Tim began twisting Jared's balls, watching them grow purple as Jared openedhis mouth to scream. "Shut up, or I'll hit 'em with the strop, Bubba." TImsaid warningly, as he pulled the skin on Jared's penis taut.
As Tim pulled Jared's scrotum, it turned more and more purple. Tim put hisknee on Jared's chest and tried to pull his scrotum off his crotch, it seemed,and finally Jared screamed. True to his word, Tim grabbed the strop, liftedJared's cock and slammed the strop five or six times on Jared's balls. WHACKWHACK WHACK
Jared began crying hysterically, and Tim lit a cigarette and kept on workingon him WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "No please don't hit me on my butt any more...Tim!" Timmygrinned. "Okay, I'll turn you over then, and hit you you-know-where!"
1991
"So here you are, Tim." Jared Grimm looked at his foster brother with somecontempt. Timothy Grimm grinned, tipping his Coors, and flashing his dark eyesat Jared. Jared had to admit he missed the rapscallion, and here he was settlingback onto the luxurious couch in Jared's suite near Harvard Law School, wherehe was a third year student.
"Great to be here. Is my cycle--?" Jared nodded patiently. "Yes, I kept itfor you in a garage downtown. I didn't know it would take you so long to beparoled." Jared's cock began throbbing painfully as he watched his brotherlean back, moving his hips around in the tight black jeans. Did he have towear those obnoxious combat boots?
Tim nodded gravely. "I couldn't stop hitting people. You know that about me,Jar." Jared nodded, and his cock pushed against his crotch...but always inthat helpless loop. Jared felt the piercing pulling his frenum.
"So did you use the bolt cutters?" Tim smiled. "Did you wimp out, Jared?" Jaredshook his head. "No, Tim, I asked you to put the piercing on, and though it'sbeen twenty-seven FUCKING MONTHS, I've left it on,though I didn't get far onmy dates." Jared smiled ruefully.
"Such a shame." Tim said casually. "I left the bolt cutters for you...thoughtyou might get over your childish obsession, you know? I came almost daily,in my cellmate's mouth, in the neighbor's mouth...all the punks I corn-holed,marvelous...I even had an affair with the warden's secretary, Miss Persimmons,just so she'd arrange to get my dope through. Tim paused in memory. " Yes,andthen I fucked a barmaid yesterday, four hours after I got out...aaw, are thosetears, Jared. Is Jarrie Grimm jealous."
Tears were indeed stinging Jared's cheeks as he stared at Tim. Certainly he'dasked Tim, right before sentencing "I want to belong to you. I've only beenin chastity belts, but I want to stay faithful to you while you're in prison,Tim..."
And it had been so hard, two years and three months of lonely waiting...seeingbeautiful girls and handsome guys, all who Jared could've tricked with, oncampus...and he couldn't even masturbate. His balls had felt as if they werecarrying an anvil...and his baby brother had cum every damn day! All thosemen in prison, Jesus.
Tim didn't care about him at all! Jared shamefully wiped a tear off his cheekas Tim regarded him scornfully. "I just...just thought that you'd...I don'tknow." Tim snorted. "You have a piss-poor attitude, and as always, you're unrealistic.Sure you drove seventy miles to visit me every week, you sent money, but youkeep forgetting, you're MY bitch, Jared. You need a memory lesson, I think.Take off your clothes, and bring me the handcuffs and the razor strop."
"You can't blame me for..." Jared's heart began racing as Tim pointed to thecloset, his eyes narrowing. Jared went to the closet, head down, and broughtout the old bag that had the "toys" that he and Jared had kept since juniorhigh.
After removing the handcuffs and the evil strop, Jared stripped off his RalphLauren navy cashmere sweater and unbuttoned his shirt, taking off his undershirtand socks. He hesitantly brought the strop and the handcuffs to his youngerbrother, who took them, and smirked, regarding Jared, now clad only in his "tightiewhities"
Tim handled the strop lovingly. "I've gotten some practice inside, you know." Jaredlooked questioningly at his brother. "Yeah, whipping, if you can believe it."
"For a while I had a slave-boy in the joint, Jared... his name was Whitaker.I couldn't get any good straps to discipline him with so I used a rope whip...itwas like, a piece of hemp an inch thick and about four feet long, with threebraids..and I soaked the ends in waxed cotton so they'd cut in the skin..
.I discovered that Whitaker was a slaveboy because I found a Leatherman magazinein his office, and after that I made him meet me for whipping and sucking inthe showers when no one else was around." "You found the Leatherman in hisoffice?" Jared asked. "You mean his cell, don't you?" Tim looked innocentlyat Jared. "No, the Captain of the Guards in our prison had his own office,and yes, he kept his S&M books there." Jared gasped, but said nothing.
"Turn around, Jared" Jared obediently spun, putting his hands in the familiarposition behind his back. Tim locked on the cuffs and stood up, unzipping hisleather jacket. Jared's eyes bulged as he saw how much more muscular Tim hadgotten in prison.
"It's a great place to work out...all I did was lift weights and read DonaldWestlake novels." Tim tantalizingly stretched, his thick muscles cinching,and then he reached over and pulled down Jared's Fruit of the Looms. Therewas the Prince Albert piercing, right through Jared's frenum, and connectedto his scrotum.
Tim laughed as Jared hung his head in shame. "Only an idiot would allow himselfto be pierced this way...you are just unbelievable. But here's the key." Jaredbreathed easily as his cock was freed for the first time in nearly two anda half years. As it became completely erect, the little loop hanging off thebottom of the glans, Tim teased it a bit with his fingers.
Jared closed his eyes...oh, Tim knew so much about a penis. Jared had beenwith more than a few girls before his piercing, as well as lots of frustratednecking sessions afterwards, and they were nothing next to baby brother. Jaredgently pushed and pulled Tim's penis as he breathed inward and he could feelthe semen rising to the tip of his cock as his legs trembled.
"Oh you're wonderful, Master Tim" Jared breathed. "Oh, thank you it was allworth it--"WHACK! Jared opened his eyes in acute pain. Tim, grinning had hitJared's erect cock with the razor strop, just before he was about to cum. "Sorry,bud. Business before pleasure, ya know. So get over the side of the couch,now."
Weeping bitter tears, Jared shuffled over to the couch, his underpants tangledabout his knees. Although it was difficult for Jared to bend over without usinghis hands, years of practice had taught him, and he leaned over the couch,and Tim came forward with the strop.
"Now put your cock and balls behind your legs, so I can have good access." Timsmiled as he pulled Jared's genitals through the back of his legs, then forcingthe legs together. "Ah, now we'll get some exercise!"
Twenty minutes later, Tim was whistling and smoking a cigarette as Jared weptinto the itchy wool of the sofa, his buttocks and genitals bright red and somewhatwelted. Jared had forgotten how much power little brother had.
Tim finally went over to Jared, and dragged him up off the couch. "All right,it's time to look at that other thing...I know you've been waiting a long time." Jared'sheart sang as Tim helped him to step out of his undies, and led Jared intohis bedroom, where Tim lay Jared down on his back.
Jared winced as his ass didn't feel like touching anything right now, myGod it was scorched, but he stared happily up at Tim, who went into the bathroomand brought out a bottle of lubricant.
"But before we start...I'm feelin' a little stiff, and I should get relieffirst, eh?" Jared sniffed. "You're not the one who's been in chastity for twoyears..." but Jared quieted down as he saw Tim unzip his pants.
As Jared gazed, mesmerized as he'd always been by his foster brother's cock,Tim pulled his nine inch member out, and it was quite hard. "Goodness it'sa big..." Tim interrupted Jared's remark by shoving his cock in Jared's mouth,and Jared licked and sucked the long, tawny thing that he'd missed for thelast two years.
It had seemed to Jared over the past decade that Tim had constantly been takenfrom him--sent to mental hospitals, drug rehabs and then juvenile and adultprisons...and the punishment that supposedly was supposed to be Tim's had alwaysbeen suffered by Jared so much more...how he'd missed his foster brother!
Suddenly Tim grabbed Jared's ears and began skull fucking him hard, Jared,coughing and gasping, and then he shot, hard down Jared's throat, the cum jizzingout of the sides of Jared's mouth.
Tim pulled out, zipped up and began rubbing Jared's armpits and nipples withthe baby oil. As Jared gasped, Tim patiently ran his strong hands up and downJared's chest. Though Jared's hands were still cuffed behind his back, Timwas able to cover his entire upper torso.
"When are you going to touch my cock, please get down there!" Tim moved obedientlydown, but of couse it was too easy. Tim began rubbing the baby oil on Jared'sfeet, on the backs of his knees, and then, tantalizingly on the insides ofJared's thighs, making him gasp in frustration.
Tim looked incredibly hot just wearing his black jeans and his T-shirt, andhis attentiveness to Jared's thigh area was incredible. Tim finally began touchingJared's cock, first tentatively, and then pulling it hard as Jared gasped.Pull, pull pull....Jared began raising his hips. Oh, God, to cum...WHACK! WHACK!WHACK!
Jared screamed as Tim grabbed the razor strop which he'd unobtrusively broughtinto the bedroom and began whacking away at Jared's erect penis. Whack! Finallyit began subsiding as Jared burst into tears.
"Do you ever think it might be about me?" Tim asked gently. "I'm getting hornyagain...can't you see that?" Tim unzipped his pants and again, Jared took thepenis in his mouth, sucking and slurping away. "You seem like you got somepractice while I was gone, even with your cock all locked up." Tim said admiringly,as Jared's practiced mouth licked and slurped Tim's cock until once again hespurted in his brother's mouth enthusiastically.
Yes, it was true. Jared had had some practice since Tim had been gone, thoughhe hadn't cum, of course. Jared had put an ad in the free weekly sex paperoffering oral service to military types, once or twice a week, and had severaltimes gone in drag downtown to suck off drunks in alleys. He was much betterat it than he had been.
Tim once again zipped up and began rubbing the oil on Jared's penis, pouringmore and more oil on the shaft, and squeezing it up, before finally gettingJared's ball s in his grip and pulling them away from Jared's groin.
"Well, your balls are bigger now, or your scrotum is...you've been using yourstretcher, eh?" Tim asked genially. Jared sighed. He had, indeed gone throughmany punishing months wearing a ball stretcher, which forced balls to be sideby side, instead of at the different levels they naturally were. The edgesof the metal stretcher had really chafed his balls and cock, but he'd wornit under his clothes for quite some time, just so Tim wouldn't call him "tinybasket" anymore.
In the evenings, when all the other kids at Dartmouth were going to partiesand having a good time, Jared had hung cinderblocks to his ball sac and he'dstood with his feet on two separate chairs, so his balls would be brought downlower. It had been incredibly painful, standing on the chairs with his scrotalsack being pulled down between the two chairs.
Jared had been able to withstand it, and had mousetrapped his nipples aswell on those evenings, thinking of when Tim would come home, though he couldn'tmasturbate, being locked in the Prince Albert. He'd desperately wanted to!
It was fortunate that Jared had his own apartment, an unusual thing for astudent, and so no one could see him doing this. But, he'd gotten a four-yearscholarship to Dartmouth and Mom and Dad had written off Tim and were quitehappy to pay for Jared to have a little extra space.
And the result was...low hanging balls, though Jared's cock was still rathersmall...but Jared's family were all little, mousy people with long degreesand good jobs...Tim, though was adopted, and was six feet tall by the timehe was twelve, and the beard he'd grown at thirteen enabled him to buy beerwherever he'd liked, though his preference at that time, sadly, was heroin.
Tim stroked and stroked. "Jared, I'm so proud of you...you've elonogated yourbasket, and you're such a brave boy!" "Does that mean I'm going to cum, Master?" Jaredasked hopefully. Tim leaned down and took off one of his combat boots, slammingit into Jared's ball sac. Jared screamed. "Well, we got a ways to go beforethat happens, but I'm proud, and filled with brotherly love
2005
Jared Grimm stood in the middle of the living room with his pants down hisbare butt red and blistering, and his penis rock hard...but oh, did he feelashamed....ghastly. Natalie looked terribly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortableas she had half an hour before. Tim Grimm chortled.
"What's wrong, Jar...hard for you to show it all off to your so-called fiancee?" Jaredbit his lip. Goddamn it. He'd come over tonight with Natalie, to let Tim knowthat he was finally ready to get married...
"Jared, I just wanted her to know what you were really like, dude." Tim rubbedNatalie's arm in a casual way, and she smiled hesitatingly.
"I know it's disturbing, you come over to meet your soon-to-be husband's youngerbrother, and instead of congratulating the two of you, I take Jared's pantsdown and give him fifty with my razor strop--"
Tim shook Dad's old strop and grinned--"But first, he didn't do the dishesbefore he left, bad boy Jared." Jared bit his lip and stared at the floor,gazing at his expensive trousers bunched up around his ankles. Tim grinned.
"And secondly, I just wanted you to see what a wimp he is! I mean, look athim! My brother's got twice my I.Q., and he works out four times a week, andhe's a fourth degree black belt...and he could break my pot-smoking ass overwith one blow...but when I told him to take down his britches...did he argue...wella little bit of..." Tim's voice went into high falsetto
"Oh..please, Jared...please don't punish me in front of Natalie, she's myfiancee..." Jared bit his tongue and a tear rolled down his cheek. "And yousee that, he's crying!" Tim laughed. "Isn't that kind of revolting, Natalie..isthat what you want to fuckin' MARRY?"
Natalie couldn't believe how Jared was letting his younger brother treat him,but what was even more remarkable was how erect Jared's penis was...it wasdribbling, even!
She'd never seen him so excited. On their dates (Tim had never allowed "sleepovers" Jaredhad to be home by ten to give Tim his massage) Natalie had used every trickwith her mouth and clit to elonogate Jared's penis.
But the best Natalie ever achieved was a sort of half-flaccid erection thathad barely been able to do the job. And look at Jared's cock now! JAred himselflooked absoultely miserable bearing up under Tim's taunts and gibes...he keptslipping apologetic looks at Natalie.
"Jesus look at him, he's fucking crying, the wimp!" Tim laughed, stretching his
muscles in the tight black shirt. Natalie looked, and yes, tears were coursing
down Jared's face, his lower lip was trembling and he kept muttering under his
breath.
But, Natalie couldn't stop noticing that Jared's penis was so rock hard! Ithad been so since Jared had been forced to pull down his "britches" as Timcalled them, and then endured oh...it was horrible.
Tim, feigning enragement, had whipped poor Jared's bare buttocks for neglectinghis "home-chores". And Tim had yanked Jared around by the hair! But Nataliehad soon noticed that Jared's erection was right out there!
Was he gay? It was so weird! It seemed like Jared's cock had lengthened andre-lengthened under the barrage of whacks from Tim's razor strop. Then Timhad professed horror at Jared's tumescence and had ordered his older brotherto stand with his cock sticking straight out over the dining room table.
Tim had then slammed his strap on Jared's erection, whamming it into the hardtable again and again, and Jared had screamed in pain, and finally the erectionhad subsided...until he backed off from the table and Tim smiled...and thenJared had become hard once more!
Certainly Jared had winced and danced as Tim had swatted the glans into thedining room table with the strap, but Natalie had been sure she'd seen seriousenjoyment in the eyes of the man who had presented her with a $28,000 diamondring just the evening before.
He'd seemed so athletic and competent when she'd met him at his company'spicnic...a corporate banker running for D.C.City Council, for God's sake! Strongand tall, but now he stood with his rigid penis in the middle of the room staringdown at his crumpled trousers.
Jared just don't look in the middle of the fuckin' living room, go get yourfiancee a beer...get me one too." Jared turned towards the kitchen and beganto shuffle, suddenly stumbling over the trousers tangling his ankles. Tim laugheduproariously and Natalie was horrified to discover she was just barely withholdinga giggle as well.
"Can I pull up my pants, Tim?" Jared called out. "I mean, Jesus, you've provenyour point...you ruin everything for me." Jared's voice sank into a whine. "No,no take them off, Jared. Take everything off." Tim said airily.
"You've seen it all before, haven't you, Natalie, though perhaps not thisenthralled." he added knowingly. Natalie flushed. She knew Tim knew about theerection thing.
She watched Jared step out of the jumble that was his shoes, socks, pantsand underwear, taking off his tie and unbuttoning his Oxford shirt at the sametime.
"Fold them up, Jar, you don't want more of the strop do you?" Tim said warningly,and Jared sighed and folded his clothes neatly, placing them on the mantel.As Jared turned towards the kitchen, he felt his member bounce painfully againstthe open door, and this time heard both voices laughing, Tim and Natalie. Jaredslumped into the kitchen, sobbing bitterly.
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