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Jonathan tried to be extra obedient following the harshness he received. He kept his head down and didn’t ask for help when he needed it. Even though he could see that his brother was just watching him. A fear could be seen in his eyes every time he even attempted to look towards his ‘big brother’. Eventually the other’s attention went back to his phone. But the dirty sock was a constant reminder that Alex was pissed. Twice, the taste made him audibly gag. He wasn’t just tasting the his brother’s foot sweat, but also the grime from walking around the unclean party floor. And given how dirty his mitten already wear from crawling around, he didn’t wanna know what was on that sock.

There was no response from the diapered brother to Alex leaving. He simply continued cleaning, eager to get all this done with. Then came another tugging on his bladder. Except this time it went from feeling like he needed to pee to actually trickling out without him making the voluntary choice to. He gasped, pressing his hands against the front of his diapey. It was impossible to hold, but he wasn’t giving up. Pressing hard against the cage until he was holding everything together. But it hurt, especially with the faucet running in the background. He tried knee-walking to the bathroom. His body dancing in pain. Then he saw the door knob. Fuck, he thought to himself again.

When he heard his brother coming back, Jonathan tightened his legs together and pretended like he wasn’t just trying to open the bathroom room. He also didn't want his brother to know that he needed to pee. So he stopped dancing and holding his diaper. He just went back to scooping up trash, but now in front of the bathroom. Never mind that the trash can was over ten feet away (where he’d been cleaning when Alex left).

Jonathan was too busy in pain to hear his brother's words, but trying not to bring too much attention to himself right now, he gave a nod of acknowledgment. Fuck fuck fuck. He was gonna blow. "gmm." He whimpered, currently with his hands and knees on the floor. He gasped as he finally released the little bit of muscle control he had left. The stream that came out wasn't big, most of the piss had been trickling out even while he was 'holding it in', unbeknownst to Jonathan. His body turned red as he realized what he'd just done. Gone, like an actual baby.

Twenty minutes was enough time to get a lot of things done. At first, Alex just watched his brother crawl around and clean. By now all the empty cans and solo cups were pretty much gone. But eventually, Alex's attention turned back to his shopping he had been doing earlier.

After the whole tape debacle, he'd decided on getting a few punishment implements. The sock in the mouth was divine, but it was a shoddy response that left Alex with one sockless foot. He could do better. So he added those to his cart. He also looked into a crib big enough to house his new baby brother. He found one he liked with a changing station attached to it, and that went into the cart too.

He added a couple extra things, and then he realized he needed JayJay's debit card to pay for it all, and that was probably in his wallet, in his wet jeans in the other room. So Alex got up, and gave his diaper boy a "You be good, I'll be back in a second with more cleaning supplies."

And he did just that. Alex swung by JayJay's pants, took his important belonging out, and tossed the jeans in the washer. Then he went to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and a sponge and a towel. JayJay would need them all in order to clean the dirty surfaces of the living room. Alex was kind enough to pour the fabuloso into the bowl and make the water for him, so all he had to struggling with was dipping the sponge without making a soggy mess of himself.

From JayJay's perspective, Alex would vanish and then about five minutes later, the kitchen faucet would turn on, water running audibly in the background. That would tease his bladder for a few minutes before Alex would return, supplies in hand. "I made some cleaning water, and got you some tools for when you're done cleaning up the cans. That way you can wipe down the tables and the floors and the bookshelf."

Alex paused then, standing over his brother and admiring his handiwork. "You do look great like this, by the way. I think you'll come to enjoy it." Alex said, before plopping back onto the chair, legs kicked over the armrest, and turning on the TV to watch something on Netflix.

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“Sorry.” Coming out like a ‘geez’. He was trying to hide the fear that was growing inside him. Alex could actually hurt him if he wanted to. Well, more than he already had with the earlier dick shocks –though he knew Alex would argue those were Jon's own doing for not staying on his knees. The older man was helpless, and if he continued pushing his brother’s buttons, who knew how he’d end up. He wasn’t about to tell his brother that he’d do better, because he was not okay with getting ass smacked, but had no choice. So, he simply looked down like a punished puppy. 

“Listen, I really didn’t mean to… It just came out.” He felt so pathetic for having to explain himself. He was reminded of the time when he was around nine, when he’d closed a car door on his finger and cussed out in front of their mom. How he was punished for that. She had just taken away whatever he was obsessing over at that age, but it was still a punishment. “I really am trying, I promise.” He could tell his brother was pissed, and Jonathan dreaded whatever consequence Alex was thinking up. 

“Alex, please don’t.” The diaper boy watched as his brother took off his own sock. He backed away, confused. “What are you doing with that?” He backed himself into the legs of the recliner, and soon enough his brother had a hold of his head. “Alex… No!” He struggled in his brother’s hold, but was unsuccessful at keeping the sock out of his mouth. “Mmm, mmm.” He whimpered. “Almmm” He gave his brother a pathetic pleading look. "mmmrry"

But his brother's words quickly shut him up, again. It seemed unfair, but obviously his brother didn't care. No slip ups were allowed, apparently. Giving a pathetic yelp at the second smack, he otherwise didn't respond. Just quietly got back to the trash.

Another twenty minutes passed before Jonathan felt a tugging on his bladder.

"You're not really in a position to tell me what I do or don't do, are you JayJay?" Alex said dangerously when he protested against the smack on his diapered ass. "You used to boss me around, but that was when you were my big brother. Now you're my baby brother. You don't get a say. I'm in charge of you."

Alex definitely wasn't going to help his brother now that he'd complained twice in just two minutes of having his tape off, so he just watched him as he worked, all the way until JayJay cursed at him for taking a picture.

That made Alex's eyes narrow. "I thought I was perfectly clear, JayJay," Alex said, "I can't promise consequences and not give em to you. It's clear you're still thinking of yourself as a big grown boy, using grown up words like that. I wonder how many words you almost said, and this one just slipped out?" Alex shook his head.

"I don't want you to catch your own curse words and stop them. I want you to be the diaper boy you are and forget that curse words even exist. Until then, well, I guess the tape goes back on." Alex reached down and tugged the sock off of his foot, wadding it into a ball before grabbing Jonathan under the chin and holding him still while his dirty sock got shoved inside his mouth, further gagging him as Alex replaced the tape over his lips.

"Get back to work," Alex spat somewhat harshly, compassion nowhere near his voice as he intentionally reached over and smacked JayJay on the padded ass again, this time harder than before.

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The ‘baby bro’ felt like salt in the wound, but what could the diaper boy do? The dynamic had shifted in Alex’s favor, leaving Jonathan powerless for now. He still imagined getting out of this later, eventually, and finding some way to get his brother back. Something to sleep on, because right now he needed to focus on the task and clean his party mess.

“Hey!�� he spat out at the smack to his bottom, which hurt his ego more than his actual butt. He swallowed the ‘fuck off’ that threatened to come out. “D-don’t do that.” There was a stutter in his words, because he wasn’t sure if his brother would like him saying that. Then he silently sneered because… he was actually scared of his brother now? Instead of saying anything else, he just moved his ass away from Alex.

He rolled his eyes at the refusal to help. What a waste of the ‘big brother’ title, if it didn’t get Alex to help, he thought to himself. So he began with the task. Which took a few tries, but once he sat on the floor and held the can between his legs, he was able to secure the bag. Sloppily but workable. “Do you expect me to talk to you?” Because Jon didn’t feel like having a conversation with the man tormenting him.

The device his Alex’s hands caught his attention enough to turn when a photo was snapped. “What the fuck?!” He called out before he could stop the expletive. He was able to prevent the 'shit!' reaction to slipping up, with a mental head-kicking he shook his head. “That one doesn’t count… I was caught by surprise! Besides what were you doing?”

Big brother. The words were like cocaine straight to his veins. Not even two hours into his experiment and his brother was already acknowledging that Alex was now the big brother. JayJay didn't have to like it. He didn't have to even believe it. Repeating something enough times made people start to believe it. So Alex didn't care how reluctantly he called him big brother...as long as the words kept coming out of his mouth. Alex smiled at the title. "You're damn right, baby bro." Alex said, giving JayJay's diapered ass a playful smack. The crinkling sound was a brilliant and constant reminder of exactly what had happened here.

Jonathan was already developing a healthy fear of the shock cage, which meant he was one step closer to pure obedience. It was kind of like training a dog, really. As long as Alex could shock his cock and balls at any moment with his app, JayJay would be wary of doing anything to piss off his big brother.

The dream, however, was to get him compliant enough that he didn't need the shocks to be obedient. And Alex only had until his parents came home from their trip to make it happen. He needed JayJay to proudly announce that he liked his new life, and mean it, before that happened.

At his insistence for more help, however, Alex looked at the bag and the trash can, and shook his head. "Nope. You gotta figure that one out yourself man. You are perfectly capable of putting the bag inside even with limited hands."

Then Alex looked his brother up and down, and nodded to himself. "I'll even leave the tape off, for now." He stressed the temporariness of this moment. "As long as you keep being this good little boy for me, I'll let you use your mouth to help you. You'll even be able to talk to me. Isn't that nice?"

Alex held up his phone and took another picture of the untapped diaper boy, this time not hiding his action from his baby brother. He looked far less "forced" in these photos without tape over his mouth, since nobody could see the cock cage under his diaper.

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The part of Carey’s mind that was still fighting these submissive urges was getting weaker with each fuck. Now, he felt like he needed this, at least once a day. He smiled as he looked up at the hot male, thinking of ways to degrade himself for him. Just so the man would fuck him again after the shower. Of course, Carey was still in sub space, eager and needy.

“Yes, Master.” he moved onto his feet and into the hot water. Watching the man’s body, he leaned forward. “Can this puppy touch you, Master?”

Felix smirked a the boy's words. He knew he was hot of course. That didn't mean he didn't like hearing it from the lips of a pretty man. And Carey was a very pretty little hunk.

He waited for what he considered long enough and then walked into the bathroom. He settled in the tub and then gestured for Carey to join him. "Come sit between my legs, Puppy."

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Jonathan knew exactly what his brother wanted to hear. He almost couldn’t bring himself to say it. Not while on the floor with his diapered ass resting on his heels, before his fully clothed brother, who was holding his face up with a finger. It was all too perfectly wrapped up for Alex. But, because he was not going to risk breaking the ‘nice or not at all' rule, he swallowed his bruised ego. “Thanks, big brother.” Voice dry and devoid of emotion, but not intentionally. 

“Trust me, I’m not risking that shock again.” He replied, trying to be conspicuous as he pressed against the front of his diaper just to inspect for any lingering pain. The tightness of the cage wasn’t a big issue right now, but that was probably because an erection was the last thing on his mind. Jon hid his eye roll behind closed eyes. Yeah, no fucking way was he ever throwing a party again, with Alex in the house. “You’re funny.” The funny thing is, Jonathan would’ve called his friends to help with some of the clean up. You know, later in the day. They were probably all sleeping off their hangovers. Like he wanted to be. 

Jon stayed quiet at the head pat, even though he wanted to say something, or at the very least jerk away from it. However, he was mildly satisfied with the bag solution, and accepted it. Besides, it sounded like the tape wasn’t going back over his mouth. So that was a win. When his brother returned, he paused before letting out another hesitant   “Thanks…" with a tight jaw, he said it "big brother.” 

The diaper boy eyed the sports bottle with a confused brow raise. Why go to the trouble of filling that up? He didn’t get it, but he was parched, so he lifted it with two mittened hands, bit on the nipple to pull it open, and drank. Nearly half of it filled his stomach. Enough to make him gasp for a breath after. “Can’t you help line the trash can with the new bag?” It would be a lot easier than having to do it himself. Plus, Jon had another gulp of water to take. Clueless to what he was swallowing and how it would soon affect him. "Um, please, big brother." since calling Alex that was working in his favor...

"Thank you what? Who am I to you?" Alex corrected, looking to hear his brother call him big brother, as he requested. But he didn't stop him from speaking, although he lifted the tape as a threat: say it or get taped again. As to his requests..."Sorry buddy, I don't trust you enough to give you full hands yet. You might try to take off the diaper, or the cage, or leave, or something." Alex said gently. It wasn't the sneer he gave him earlier, but Alex was doing it on purpose. Make his brother feel calm, get him used to his new situation, and see if he fell into his new role all on his own. "You gotta live with your consequences, and do your chores. I've cleaned up way too many of your parties. This one is yours. But the good news is this is the last one you'll have to clean up. So it's gonna suck but then you'll be done." Alex shrugged, "Unless you want your friends to come over and drink while you look like this."

"But I'm not evil. I'll go get the trash can from the kitchen, and we can put the bag in the can. That way you don't have to hold it open." Alex said, rising up and giving JayJay a little pat on the top of his head, before walking away.

When he returned, he came back with the white trash can from their kitchen, de-bagged and ready for JayJay to fill it with the bag he'd been struggling with. He also came back with a sports bottle full of water. It wasn't exactly a baby bottle, but you had to suck on the little nipple to get the water out...so close enough. "There, trash can for your bag, and water to drink. Anything else buddy?" Alex was trying to be fair and kind to his new diaper boy.

Then again, his diaper boy had no idea that the water in the sports bottle had a muscle relaxer and a diuretic in it, sure to get his bowels moving so he could experience that diaper for real.

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Alex’s words made the diaper boy’s stomach turn. Not because he didn’t think he could follow the rule, but because there were rules to begin with, and from his little brother. The younger and physically smaller man was dictating orders, and both brothers knew they would be obeyed. Alex had all the power here. Without looking it, Jon was now the weaker of the two. 

He nodded again, this time with stiff head movements. He gasped out when the tape was being peeled off, forcing his ‘Jesus fuck’, to stay in his head. Only a simple groan escaped him. First thing he did was take in a full gasp of air. Thank goodness. Followed by stretching his jaw, and more deep breaths. “Thank you.” He relented. 

“Does the outfit have to include the tape and gloves?” Which had been put on long before the diaper, anyway. As the finger moved under his chin, Jon sighed out, looking in another direction to avoid being made to feel even smaller. “Otherwise, I’ll need your help holding the bags open for me the entire time...” He tried not to let any anger show in his words.

"And, I need some water." Then as an afterthought, "Please."

"Okay man, I'm gonna take the tape off, but you're gonna behave. If you start using cuss words or sounding like my rude older brother, tape's going right back on. You talk nice to me or you don't talk at all." That last sentence seemed to settle like law. A capital R Rule to follow. Alex looked his brother right in the eye as he pronounced it.

"We good with that?" Alex said, waiting for a second nod before reaching down and using his fingers to catch the corner of the duct tape, slowly pulling it away from JayJay's mouth. RIP to any little mustache whiskers he was growing, cuz that duct tape was gonna pull em right out. Which was fitting, because no baby brother should have facial hair. Alex mentally added "Full-body Nair" to his shopping list. That would be better than just shaving his pubes.

"Now you seem frustrated that you have consequences from your big night of partying. Tell me what you need, but a couple baseline rules: You agreed to the outfit earlier, so that's not changing." Alex was still squeezing his shoulder affectionately, but he let go and moved to tuck a finger under JayJay's chin, holding it so that he was forced to look at him, humiliation or no, while he spoke. "Remember: Nice or not at all. What's up lil' buddy?"

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A moment after his hissy fit, Jonathan felt embarrassed about it. Like he’d given into the whole baby narrative, but maybe that ‘baby’ had been inside him all along. It’s just that it had gone unchecked until now. Jonathan was used to getting his way. Not answering to anyone, not even their parents, anymore. He hadn’t had to do chores, and least of all, ask for help in such a demeaning away, for so long now. And this is how he chose to react the first time anyone made him. 

The ‘lil guy’ gave him a frown, looking away. There was a low growl that turned into a very frustrated groan. Because yes, he was feeling very frustrated. And he had yet to even attempt to clean any surface over four feet. None of the counters or tabletops, which would bring another struggle to the clean up. He finally looked at Alex when the other came down to eye level. Somehow that made it easier to look at the man who was controlling him. 

The soft touch did catch him by surprise. Initially jerking at it, only because he hadn’t expected it, but then simply let it be. Again, his eyes darted away from Alex; this time with humiliation more than with anger. After a beat, he gave a nod to his head. Then forced himself to look Alex in the eyes. "Pleah" His tone defeated and desperate.

Alex waited for JayJay to lower himself as he should. He waited for the blush on his cheeks as he tried to talk through the tape. He was expecting the muffled "mih momer" of his brother trying to call him big brother. But he got none of it.

JayJay gave up on the bag, frustratedly moving to a different part of the room. Alex watched his diapered ass crinkle away on all fours, and then start the process with a fresh bag rather than beg for help. Something dark and furious unfurled in Alex's chest at not getting his way, and it surprised him. He'd just expected his fantasy to play out now, expected his brother to be broken in. It hadn't happened, and Alex had to school his face to remove the scowl from it.

Instead, his focus went from his phone to his diaper baby. He watched him work, those muscles along his sides flexing as he crawled around. He watched thighs jiggle and the diaper-covered ass waddling around the room, and the smile slowly returned to his face. He lifted his phone and snapped a few photos of his brother like this, just in case he had any bright idea. Alex had the werewithal to also upload them to his google drive...just in case something happened to his phone.

The stomping of fists on the ground drew his attention again. "You're feeling frustrated lil guy?" Alex asked, once more stuffing his phone away. He'd finish shopping later. He stood up and walked over to where JayJay was pounding the ground. With his brother stuck on his knees, Jonathan's head only came up to Alex's belly button at best. So Alex squatted down, getting on his same level. "Do you have something you need to say?" he asked, and reached out to gently grip the fleshy bit between JayJay's neck and shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. It was, again, surprisingly gentle for a little brother getting cruel revenge.

"If I remove this tape, are you going to be a good boy? So you can tell me what you need?"

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Carey's limp body stayed face down on the bed. He was still recuperating from the amazing fuck he'd just gotten, but still very needy. "Fuck..." He groaned, "As you wish... Master." When he turned into such a desperate bitch? "What exactly do you expect from a bo-" He got out before the plug pushed into him, he gasped loudly. He wasn't expecting it, "Jesus." He whined, but he wasn't complaining at all.

At the order, Carey turned his body over. "Yes, Sir." There was a pause for him to find the energy to get off the bed, but eventually crawled and threw his jock into the hamper. He crawled back to Felix and smiled. "god you're so hot. One bath coming up, Master." He crawled to the bath to get it going.

"Good Puppy," he said softly as he kissed the boy's neck in reward. He stayed there for a few more moments before pulling away from Carey with a groan. He gave the man's ass a pat. "You have done well enough that you will remain my Puppy for the rest of our night, but I'll let you act as a man....or rather a a boy toy," he said, adding another pat. He found the anal plug and pushed it into the boy. "Now.....I've changed my mind on showering later. I want a bath. Go draw one. Oh...but first crawl to wherever you put your laundry and deposit that jock strap. No point in putting it in the bath."

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Each crinkle of the diapey reminded him that he looked pathetic. Then there was the stickiness building up on his knees from spilled messes. Jonathan was trying to stay away from windows, despite closed curtains. He couldn’t take any chance of being seen like this.

Jonathan looked down to the bag, again, moving the mouth of it open. His problem was that it wouldn’t stay open, and with his lack of fingers, he needed both hands for a single task. Even being able to hold the bag open with his teeth would’ve helped tenfold. It was easy to say his frustration was piquing.

He exhaled audibly at his brother’s words. Of course, Alex wasn’t going to be that generous. The new diaper boy started to see who his brother really was. Blind to his own part in this, of course. As he glanced up at his brother again, the actual baby-faced Alex, he saw the parent look. He hated it, almost as much as being called ‘JayJay’.

Jonathan’s expressive eyebrows first showed his disdain, and then turned into confusion at the last statement. Language that befits your new situation. He wasn’t following, but he suspected more humiliation. So, with an exaggerated gesture, he angrily turned away from Alex. Taking a new trash bag, and moving to a different corner, instead.

Jon would have to face Alex eventually. He’d have to humiliate himself for help. Not to mention the boy was getting thirstier as this continued. He began to wonder what Alex had planned for him then. He wasn’t just going to fetch him a glass of water. Jon didn’t want to feel even more pathetic. But as he crossed more obstacles, his frustration reached its limits until he finally stomped his fists to the ground.

Alex wasn't doing nothing while JayJay worked. He was filling his cart with all kinds of things he realized he would need if his brother was going to be a long term diaper baby. First thing first, he needed pacifiers. He found a few that had small dildos on the inside for JayJay to suck on, and that would be a little harder to spit out. He also got some that he could freeze and turn into little dick popsicles of whatever liquid he wanted JayJay to suck on...whatever liquid. Then he decided JayJay would need some proper clothes to wear as a baby: crop tops and dungarees were a must, to accommodate his diaper. He got a couple pairs of shorts too, just in case.

He started shopping for add-ons to the cage he'd gotten, imagining the shock feature would need to stick around until JayJay started feeling more like himself. But he grabbed some catheters, muscle relaxers, poppers, and a tunnel plug...for the future. While he was there he got a couple bicep, wrist, ankle, and thigh cuffs, just in case he needed to attach JayJay into anything.

Like a tummy time bouncer! A place to put JayJay when he didn't want him crawling around and getting into trouble. It would stick his butt up and out, perfect for spanking, fucking, really anything. Alex had just added it to his cart when JayJay's frustrated growl for help alerted him. "Struggling with the bag?" he asked, looking at the obvious problem. "Well you're not gonna get help talking to me like that, JayJay." Alex said simply, putting his phone down on the side table and giving his brother that Parent Look. "I better hear some pleases, some 'big brother', and some language that befits your new...situation."

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“Guhh.” He whined, arching his back like a needy little whore. he’d been fucked so good he’d already forgotten all the rules they’d established. But that didn’t matter, because it looked like he had a new order. “You…” Carey groaned. “You own me, Master.” He pushed back, trying to feel Felix against his neck. “Oh god.”

Felix was well aware that he was pressing the boy into his own cum, but frankly he didn't care about that. He was just enjoying the aftermath of his own orgasm and the sheer power that came from having dominated the rich man. "Mmm....very good little puppy," he whispered into Carey's ear eventually. "Tell me, Puppy....who owns you? I want to hear you say it." Reinforcement.

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It took Jonathan a minute to recuperate from the second shock. Whimpering behind the tape, pressing a gloved hand against the cage. And to really bring it all together, Alex’s words reminding him of what the shock meant. Like the device hadn’t just done the same. With tight-knitted brows, he glared up at his sibling, but begrudgingly gave one nod. This was far worse than anything he’d ever done to Alex.

If it hadn’t been already clear to Jon, it was now. Alex wasn’t just trying to make him look like a baby. The man controlling him wanted Jon to behave like one, too. And the humiliated man could tell Alex wasn’t dropping the names, any time soon. The ‘baby’ grumbled angrily, hating the thought of having to take orders from Alex. Choosing to ignore the baby comment, he moved onto his hands and knees, and crawled.

The trip down the stairs made him feel less like a baby, and more like a dog, moving down head first. Either way, he was red with fury. He was naked and crawling, while Alex was dressed and walking. He looked around at the party mess. The numerous opened beer cans caught his attention first. When his brother spoke he gave him a brow raised look that could be read as ‘am I suppose to thank you?’ With Alex gone, Jonathan knew he had but a minute or two to free himself of the mittens, but then what? The cage had secured control of him for the foreseeable future.

As he furthered into the living room he realized just how difficult this clean up was going to be. The same two hands he needed to crawl, were needed to lift a single can and maneuver it into the limp trash bag. A task he’d have to do with the over fifty laid out cans, and other odd trash. Crawl, grab, and trash. But when the bag became difficult to work with, he groaned out for Alex’s attention. “Help” he grumbled out, only to see Alex calmly on his phone. How wonderful for him.

"Oooh, Jay, you really have to remember, you live on your knees now," Alex said matter of factly. He watched his diapered brother squirm against the floor, having just received another warning shock to his cock and balls for standing up above the threshold. "Basically, if your knees are coming off the ground, you're probably too high. Crawling is the safest way to move, like the little diaper baby you've become." The smug smile at announcing that out loud, no more holding back...that was true power. "You can reach up as tall as you can get while still on your knees..." Alex said, using a hand to gesture to about his collarbones, which was probably as high as Jay could get if he stretched his arms while his knees were glued to the floor, "Which should be plenty high enough to clean the house. So chop chop, let's get going. I'm not living in a pig sty because my baby brother threw a rager." He smirked, "Get it? Baby brother? Cuz you're like, a baby now."

Alex then started to walk downstairs to survey the damage from the night before. There were solo cups on basically every flat surface. The coffee table was covered in open chip bags, spilled snacks, and a couple spilled drinks. There were clothes scattered about. Some were Jay's. Some belonged to other people, clearly. The floor would need to be vacuumed for sure. "Woof, look at this mess you left behind," Alex said, planting his hands on his hips. "I'll go get some trash bags for you while you get started." Alex vanished again for a few minutes, letting everything sink in for Jonathan. When Alex returned, he looked for a relatively clean chair, brushed crumbs and popcorn off of it, and then sat his happy ass down, putting the trash bags next to the coffee table and pulling out his phone to start scrolling (and sneak a few pictures) while his brother cleaned.

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Carey gasped as the dominant escort fucked him deeper. "Shit." He whined desperately, not expecting it, and yet, needing every thrust. His cock remained hard as he was fucked like the bitch he was. "So good." This orgasm was obviously different than the ones he'd had before. Much more intense given that he touched himself this time. Carey dropped to the bed over his thick cum. He was speechless, breathless, and well-fucked.

"Good Puppy," Felix moaned as he felt the tight ass clenching around his cock. Carey was gorgeous in humiliated submission, but that fine, fine ass was what was doing it for him now. He thrust hard, holding himself back just enough to make Carey take it just a little past orgasm before his hips stilled as he flooded the boy's ass with cum. "Fuck!" He collapsed forward, pressing his chest to the boy's back as his orgasm rolled through him.

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Whimpering loudly, Jeffrey couldn't help the way he continued leaking under him. But that didn't mean he was a faggot... did it? "Please... I'm your FATHER." He cried out, feeling small and pathetic. Feeling trapped in the cage, he tried to push on the bars. "AHHHHHHH." He screamed out angry and desperately. "HELP ME!"

Nathan just laughed, “look at you, still trying to get more of my cock inside you… you’re pathetic…. Useless…. I can’t believe i ever thought you were a real man… you’re nothing but a stupid faggot, your only use is taking real mens cocks like mine…”

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Dan's eyes went wide when he saw the rival lawyer. They weren’t exactly friends. Cordial, sure, but in the courtroom Dan often found himself beyond frustrated with them. “What are you doing here?” Face full of shame, and no amount of court room skills were going to help him here. “This is my first time.” His outfit, a harness, small open-ass underwear might hint otherwise. Dan found himself silently choking at those lingering words. "I'll have whatever you're having."

(repost) open to: m / masc nb, bottoms/subs, 30+, trans friendly. connections: friend, neighbor, colleague/coworker, rival lawyer, etc. no ta*boo. plot: James runs into someone he knows at the bdsm/sex club he frequents.

“i’m going to be honest, you’re one of the last people i ever expected to run in to here - not that i’m complaining. i just would have never guessed you were into this lifestyle. and if i had known, well…” he trailed off, giving them a flirtatious grin. “since we’re both here, would you let me buy you a drink?”

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Carey whimpered and whined as he was properly fucked by the hot escort. That perfect dick, building the pleasure inside. “Yes, Daddy… please daddy.” His already leaking cock flinching as he moved to stroke it. A split second later, he was shooting his white, thick load onto the mattress.

"Well, that's what you're getting," Felix said as he railed the man's ass, fucking him hard and fast with all the expertise of the well trained whore he was. "Cum for your Daddy, puppy."

[fxgslxvehouse]

“No. No!!” He whined out, struggling in the tiny cage. He whimpered as he tried shaking his ass away from his son’s big cock. “I’m not a pervert…” He was sweating and uncomfortable, so he didn’t want to fight his son. So he just resorted to begging. “Please, Nathan. Please!”

Nathan noticed the dripping puddle underneath his father “look at how wet you are… so fucking pathetic…. You probably have been fantasizing about taking my cock haven’t you? Fucking pervert, getting so wet from your own sons cock…. Thats probably why mom left you…. A disgusting pervert…”

[fxgslxvehouse]

Gregg struggled to breathe, but didn’t stop licking. He didn’t forget the kind of pain Costel liked to inflict. So he wouldn’t dare fight against this man. Even though he was much bigger, he was an obedient fag.

Costel couldn’t care less about the slaves pathetic excuses. He grabbed The slaves hesd, shoving his face against his pussy, holding him down so he couldn’t breathe