Money, money, money Part 2

Okay, so it’d been probably no more than ten seconds since my “employer” called for me to come into the living room, with my brother in there, and me in a maid’s apron…and nothing else. Though it’d felt like ten hours. My mouth was dryer than the Sahara desert, my mind racing trying to figure out if he was serious (I of course knew he was, considering what we had just gotten up to). Suddenly, everything that felt strange about this situation at first started to become clearer and clearer. My brother Tony had sent me here for my “loan”, James answered the door after the first knock, he had a contract preprepared for me to sign. My only brother had sent me over here knowing exactly what James wanted from me. He couldn’t have known I’d be into it, I certainly fucking didn’t. Nobody was more surprised than me, to see my cock rising at the request of my old class mate. Just how much did Tony know? There was only one way to find out. I made the two cups of tea that were ordered, put them on the the silver tray and walked into the living room.

On seeing Tony, my whole body turned beet red, my face felt like it was on fire. I didn’t, couldn’t speak. I walked over to the coffee table and very shakily put the tray down. The room was completely silent, which only amplified the clatter of the shaking tray being placed on the glass surface. I looked at James who was sitting directly in front of me, Tony was to my right, but from his point of view my state of nakedness was covered, just. I glanced at Tony but quickly shot my eyes back on James, I was simply unable to make eye contact with my brother. James looked down at the tea and asked in a disappointed manner “no biscuits? Go out and get us a couple, will ya?” I was stuck, so far Tony had only seen my bare legs and chest, he obviously knew I was naked, but knowing and seeing are two very different things. The apron covered my front, but nothing but a piece of string along my waist covered the back, I started to walk backwards keeping James’ gaze. After four of five steps he gave a loud guffaw and asked why I was “doing the slowest, shittest moonwalk ever?” I looked at him pleadingly, he just looked at me and said “stop acting the fool and get us those biscuits” As I turned around I’d never felt such shame as I did showing my arse to my brother, and if my face was burning earlier, my arse cheeks were now hotter than the sun. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced a humiliated arse before. I certainly hadn’t. Didn’t know such a thing existed. But it does, and it stings.

On my walk back from the kitchen I desperately tried to figure out what James was going to get me to do to him in front of my own brother. The thought of it made me feel a little queasy. I placed down their biscuits and asked if there was anything else I could do for him. He replied in his inimitably nonchalant manner “Oh yeah, can you just lick up that huge dollop of jizz you shot out while you were blowing me?” Now, I know I keep going on and on about the shame this situation was causing me. But you have to remember, before this day, I was a normal straight guy. Wild sex for me was girl on top. Within four hours I’d gone from that guy, to licking my own cum off the ground, buck naked in front of my old school chum and my younger brother. Just as I had started to enjoy and embrace my obviously latent homosexual urges, James brings incestual voyeurism into it. But once again I surprised myself, as I knelt down in front of James and Tony showing them my recently waxed arsehole and lapped up my spunk, by God if I wasn’t hard as a fucking rock.

“Good lad. Stand up there now and let’s have a good look at ya.” On standing I fixed my apron so that it covered my raging hard on, but the large tent left pretty much nothing to the imagination. “Simply a vision, give us a twirl now while you’re at it” James then turned to Tony and observed that he had been very quiet. “What’s the matter Tony? Tom not doing it for you yet? What would you like him to do?” Silence, I started to get the feeling that perhaps Tony knew what was going on, but maybe wasn’t quite prepared for seeing it with his own eyes. “No suggestions? Okay, well I’ve enough idea’s for the two, nay three of us” James ordered me to pull down his pants and boxers (that’s all he had put back on after our earlier sessions).