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Back at Square One	By : TwistedWorld Category: 1 through F > Charmed Views: 16850 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I have no idea what this is going to turn out like, because it's very, very late and I haven't actually slept for two days. Oops. After posting, I'm going to crash. I hope this is okay, because this is a scene I wanted to write well, and I hoped I managed it through the tiredness.

No energy to be amusing, so this is NC-17, sexual, incestuous relationship, two brothzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Yeah, oops. I'm awake. Awake, awake, awake. Where was I? Oh yeah. Don't own. If you wake me up to sue me, I will seriously murder you. I'm not joking, I will go Meadevil on your ass. Lawyers get lost. DO NOT DISTURB. READ THE SIGN. Yeesh.

So... yeah...

Chapter Eight. Nine. Don't know. Chapter Sleepy

Chris wondered if Wyatt could here whimpering in his head as well as he could hear Chris calling him, and hoped he could. Maybe the noise would distract him for long enough to accidentally sign on the dotted line of a contract that gave away his soul, or his powers.

Chris whimpered again, but more and more it was because he was in pain and not because he wanted to get Wyatt’s attention. The straps of the gag were cutting into the sides of his face and his wrists were bruised and bloody. His cock, of course, was still hard and each beat of his heart felt like someone was squeezing it, only without the associated pleasure. He didn’t know what he would give to just be able to cum and have this all over with, but it would be something big. Huge, even.

He was leaking precum again and it smeared itself across the head of his dick and eventually it overflowed and ran down his shaft, drying sticky. He whimpered again, his eyes leaking as much as his erection. He wondered what time it was. He wondered it it was nearly one o’ clock yet because Wyatt would be back then. Wyatt needed to buy an alarm clock and not smash it for waking him up.

He felt a tug on his brain that signaled that he was going to get pulled into another one of Wyatt’s fantasy-visions. He tried to struggle against it but couldn’t.

Chris was standing in the at east position of a soldier in the living room of their shared apartment. The shackles around his ankles allowed just enough room for his legs to be this far apart, and the ones on his wrists bound his hands behind him. his hard cock wass tanding fully to attention in front of him. He liked his lips nervously, not daring to move in case Wyatt found out and punished him.

Wyatt was behind him, silent so Chris didn’t know he was there. He was admiring the view, his arms folded with his hands tucked under his armpits to stop himself giving his dick the attention it was craving.One look at Chris like this and Wyatt knew that he had to buy his brother an army uniform to wear. To see his brother bulging in combat gear… Hell yes. His cock agreed and he held his hands tighter under his arms.

However hard it made him to see Chris like this, he realized that Chris’s erection was subsiding a little at having been left to stand for so long. Wyatt scowled and decided that this was a good a time as any to toss his abstinence out a window and waved a hand, not wanting the ruslting of him taking off his clothes to alert Chris and found himself naked and with a wood you could have used as a baseball bat.

“Attention!” He shouted, making Chris make a startled noise and his chains jingle as his legs snapped together. Gods in heaven, he loved this. “This doesn’t look like attention to me.” Wyatt said, looking down at Chris’s semi-erection which had begun filling again at Wyatt’s commands and the sight of his naked brother. But it was too late. “Drop and give me twenty!”

“How about I drop and give you a blowjob?” Chris asked, dropping to his knees and licking his lips slowly and suggestivelyt.

“Or that”

Immediately Chris’s talented tongue set to work between his brother’s balls, before moving up and tracing a ling of saliva along the underside and over the head, and then along to top to Wyatt’s mass of blond pubes. Chris did the same in reverse and then started licking upward from his brother’s balls again, this time stopping at the head and blowing lightly on the slit in Wyatt’s head then teasing it was his tongue before spiraling around and round until he got back to his brother’s pubes.

“Not good enough, soldier!” Wyatt yelled. “Hrder!”

“Yes sir!” Chris shouted back, going back to his brother’s head and taking it into his mouth, sucking so hard Wyatt shook and Chris’s cheeks caved in. Wyatt rammed his dick down Chris’s through unintentionally as his hips pumped to get more action. It slid down almost effortlessly and Wyatt moaned, holding Chris’s head there as he thrust in and out, Chris taking gulps of air in between.

Wyatt felt himself get close and he tensed his muscles and his duck unleashed spurts of hot cum into Chris’s mouth. The brunette swallowed it all, licking it from his lips and then kissing it from his brother’s cock.

Wyatt, satisfied for now,felt his dick start to go soft. It wouldn’t stay that way for long, because he has some punishment to perform on his baby brother.

“Up! C’mon, get up!”

Chris scrambled to his feet and stood to attention, but Wyatt sat down on the couch and beckoened Chris over to him. Chris stood in front of him and Wyatt pulled him down over his knees, the brunette’s hardon poking his thigh.

Chris knew what was coming and swallowed as Wyatt tickled the palm on his bound hands, playing with his brother so that Chris would squirm for him. Chris felt jolts go up and down his shaft as it moved against Wyatt’s lap and he gave a small breathy moan, which turned into a yelp as Wyatt smacked Chris across the ass with his hand.

Wyatt smirked and rubbed te sore spot with the palm of his hand before raising his arm and snapping it against Chris’s other cheek. Chris gave a shout again, trying to get away. Wyatt snagged his brother’s writhing hips with one hand and continued spanking with the other. Chris was rubbing against his cock and he was rapidly getting hard again, especially with the sound of his hand slapping against Chris’s flesh.

Chris’s ass was rapidly reddening, each cheek with patches of red splashed across them.

“Attention means attention!” Wyatt barked, slapping his brother faster. “Say it!”

“A-a-a-attention m-means attention!” Chris stuttered through his pain

“Good!” Wyat shouted, bringing his hand down over and over and over, until Chris’s ass looked raw and the brunette was actually crying. Wyatt was enjoying the wriggling Chris was doing across his dick too much for it to stop, though, and he continued, spanking Chris for all he was worth. Chris was still hard against his thigh,so he couldn’t have been in too much pain, otherwise he wouldn’t br able to keep the erection.

Suddenly, he felt a warm wetness spread across his legs, sandwiched between Chris’s abs and his lap. Wyatt smirked. Chris had cum.

“Look at that, what a mess… You know what to do…”

Even though Chris’s ass was burning and he hagone limp from his orgasm, he pushed himself off Wyatt and got to his knees in between the blond’s legs. Wyatt’s blue stare was all he needed to be forced to lap his own seed from his brother’s lap. Chris turned nearly as red as his ass as Wyatt began to jerk off from the power trip and Chris’s humiliation.

Soon, Wyatt pointed his erection into Chris’s face and blew ropes of cum all over his brother’s features.

As the first wave of imaginary-Wyatt’s cum hit, Chris was snapped out of his trance by Wyatt shimmering into the room.

Immediately, Wyatt became fully hard again. His erection had never fully left him, not with hearing Chris’s whimpers and imagining his brother bound up for him. It had distracted him in his meeting, sure, and he had had to kill some bitch or the other for pulling him out of his daydream, but fuck it. Just fuck it, because he had Chris here, now, and there was something he wanted to try.

Chris had a plan, too. He wondered if he could still cast spells even through the potion he had taken. If so, he had been rhyming in his head all day just to work out a spell to get him free. If only Wyatt would undo the gag…

Wyatt shed his black tee effortlessly, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. He took out his PalmPilot and put it on the dresser before pulling down his jeans with more difficulty — namely his raging hard on.

“Chris… There was this annoying bitch of a witch today who I got tired of and had to kill. She really was an annoying hag. And she had this power that I thought I’d quite like. So I borrowed it. Wanna see?”

All he got, of course, were green eyes in return. And those green eyes didn’t even look like they wanted to see Wyatt’s new power. But Wyatt showed him anyway. He stumbled a little, and then across the room a copy of himself appeared.

“Just like dear dead Prue, bless her rotting corpse. BUT, it’s better than her because I can—”

“—make us both alive at once.” Wyatt2 finished on the other side of the room.

“Pretty—”

“—cool, huh?”

“Now, Chris…”

“Chris, Chris, Chris…” Wyatt2 added, walking towards him with Wyatt1.

“Fancy doubling the pleasure? Our pleasure?”

Wyatt1 flicked his wrist and Chris’s arms fell free of the handcuffs. Chris immediately began rubbing them, and Wyatt noticed what a state they were in. Rust read scabs all around a dark purple, blue and green ring-shaped bruises on each rist. Well, he could heal Chris later.

Chris was flexing his wrists, his eyes tearing up as the blood rushed back to his fingertips and all around his arms. They hurt from being in the same position for so long and were icy from lack of circulation.

Chris’s thoughts next went to his cock and he reached down towards it, wrapping a cold hand around it and stroking experimentally. His head shot back and his eyes shot open as he began stroking faster and faster.

The two Wyatts were mesmerized by their brother’s jerking off and almost didn’t stop the brunette before Chris reached orgasm.

Wyatt1 TK’d Chris’s arms away from the demanding member between his brother’s legs

“Listen, Chris. You can have your fun—”

“—after we’ve had ours.”

Wyatt2 reached forward and undid the buckle on Chris’s gag, and Chris’s jaw, which ached nearly as much as his dick and balls, snapped closed gratefully. Whenn Wyatt1 let go of his TK hold on Chris’s arms, Chris reached up to it, massaging it. He tried to say his spell, but his jaw was protesting too much and his tongue was so dry it was stuck to the roof on his mouth, and his throat was like sandpaper. He looked around for any source of water and found none.

Wyatt2 grabbed Chris’s head and pushed the brunette forward onto the bed. The sudden surge of movement dizzied Chris, and he was only vaguely aware of being pulled up onto all fours on the bed. When the dizziness stopped, there was a cock in front of his face, and it belonged to one of the WYatts. Chris guessed Wyatt2, because Wyatt1 would naturally be the one that was preparing Chris, oiling his entrance and then easing a finger inside, which caused Chris to rasp out what was meant to be a yelp and push forward, so the head of Wyatt2’s cock was at his lips. Chris didn’t want to open his painful jaw anymore and did nothing as his brother dribbled oil into his crack and worked it down torwards his hole, sliding in two fingers and then three.

Chris scooted backwards, wanting Wyatt1 to fingerfuck him, but then the fingers were replaced with something different altogether as Wyatt1 pushed himself into Chris’s hole and buried himself almost immediately.

The pressure on Chris’s spot caused him to see stars and his mouth to hang open, and Wyatt2 took the opportunity to push his dick past Chris’s lips. Chris refused point blank to do anything to the hard organ in there, until Wyatt1 began spanking him as he pulled out.

“I may not be up there, Chris, but I can tell when I’m not getting any. Suck. It. Now.”

Chris obeyed reluctantly, licking up and down the shaft as both Wyatts gave an identical groan and thrust harder. Wyatt1 reached around and played with Chris’s nipples, fucking faster and faster and Chris whimpered from the tearing and ramming occurring at both ends.

As Wyatt2 went into his throat, Wyatt1 pulled out of his ass. Chris was reminded of people mining in time for some reason, but perhaps he was just delirious for not eating or drinking for such a long time…

The grunts and groans and moans of the Wyatts were all exactly at the same time and the same pitch. Chris guessed that they were getting the feelings of fucking his ass and the feelings of the blowjob combined.

“Oh, God, Chris, YES!”

It came from both ends and Chris was disturbed, but then rewarded the Wyatts when Wyatt1 reached around and began stroking his cock. He clenched both throat and ass unintentionally at the contact, and the Wyatt’s moaned again, pounding and thrusting harder than ever into Chris’s abused body.

With a loud yell that Chris was sure would bring in the guards because they would think someone was trying to murder Wyatt, cum was shot up his ass and into his stomach at the same time.

Wyatt2 pulled out and slumped sideways onto the bed, disappearing in a red blur. Wyatt stayed inside Chris, speeding up the stroking of the brunette’s dick until Chris could take it no more.

The brunette couldn’t even summon a shout even though he had just reached one of the best orgasms of his life and shot ribbons upon ribbons of white seed all over the bed clothes and promptly passed out.

Author's Note: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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