Rod was screaming into his gag, and shaking violently. He was being torn apart. Brad cut the the winch power. He pulled on his heavy duty boots, and an executioner's hood, then he grabbed his baseball bat, and strode around the bed to where his quarry lay spread eagle at the end of taut ropes fasten to the leather fetters that Brad had put on him while he slept.
Rod stared up at the naked hairy giant towering over him. The guy raised his booted foot over Rod's crotch.
"Mmoo!" roared Rod into his gag.
Brad kept a serious face, even though he thought Rod was mooing just like a cow. He made a mental note that if the opportunity arose, he'd have to hook Rod up to a milking machine. But first things first. He needed to show Rod and Chad who was really in charge here. He slammed his boot sole down on Rod's bulging jockstap pouch and ground his foot into Rod's junk.
Chad and Rod were screaming in unison. There shared agony increased their psychic contact for a minute Rod thought he was Chad and it was his brother that was grinding his boot into his face- er, crotch? shrunken body? It was too weird. The agony was too great they both passed out.
While they were unconscious, Brad too the opportunity to examine Rod's cock and balls to make sure that while they were bruised that he hadn't done any permanent damage. He examined Chad too. Damn, if hadn't experienced that mental link when touched the jockstap, he wouldn't have guessed that it was anything but an ordinary jockstrap. He felt a bit bad that he left a black boot imprint on his kid brother, but the kid deserved it for letting himself be used as jockstrap and cum rag. He sort of liked the idea of being an only child, but he knew losing Chad would be hard on his folks. What was he thinking? He'd figure out a way to get Chad back, still he really wanted to put Chad on, and wear him for a few days. Maybe he could figure out how to turn Chad into a were jock. By day, a horny jock, but by night his brother's jockstrap. Brad really liked that idea, and now was sporting major wood. Rod rolled his head back and forth, as he regained consciousness.
Gently. but maintaining control, Brad loosened the ropes very slightly. Then he gently cradled Rod's head. Rod opened his eyes and found himself looking over Brad's massive cock at his hooded face. He swallowed hard. His ass ached, and he hurt almost as much as he now knew Chad was hurting. Rod managed to grin, as Brad removed his penis-shaped plastic gag.
Brad grinned back, but it didn't make Rod feel any better.
"That's just appetizer. Ready for the main course, boy?"
"Hi, I'm Rod, you must be Chad's brother Brad. Not much family resemblance is there?"
"Not at the moment, now open wide, and if you bite, I'll kick your teeth out, and you'll give me a gum-job!"
"Hey, I didm-gulp!" Rod's protests were cut short, as Brad's cock was rammed down his throat.
Rod relaxed and started to suck. I've swallowed bigger cocks, he thought.
Really? asked Chad.
Yeah, only once. replied Rod. Least ways it looked bigger. Now shut up and let me get on your brother's good side.
"Aaaaah," moaned Brad, "Now that's out of the way, let's talk about you and Chad, Rod."
"May I have some more, sir?" Rod asked. His English class was studying Dicken's Oliver Twist.
Brad caught the reference, and snickered. "Sorry, Roddy, wrong story. This isn't Dickens. It's Grimm. And I'm the bear who just caught someone sleeping in his bed and eating his porridge.
"You're baby bear? Well, I'm no Goldilocks," Rod said remembering the bears were going to eat Goldilocks.
"No, but you're wearing him."
Rod burst into laughter, "Yeah, Chad is Goldilocks. Hey, if you're papa bear, can I be mama bear?"
"Is that a proposal?"
"What?"
"Never mind, just tell me about Chad and how you came to be wearing him, and whether he will change back if you take him off, or if he's-"
"Listen. I didn't do anything to Chad- well, I didn't Chad him into a jockstrap. I ddin't even know he was a jockstrap until after I wore him a while. I thought it was my imaginination, but-"
"Fine. Then since you can hear Chad, how about you make like a dummy. No, don't say anything except what Chad tells you to say. I know how my brother sounds, so no ad libbing. Just repeat what he thinks at you in answer to my questions. Got it?"
Rod nodded.
"Good boy. Now Chad, bro, how's it hanging?"
"Inside me, Brad where did you think, and what the fuck was idea with stomping on me. You said you knew it was me!"
"Yeah, that's Chad all right. Okay, Chad, how'd this happen?"
"I dunno. I went to the field house to meet Sinclair-" Rod repeated what Chad said, but he had to add his own two cents, "Chad, you idiot, Sinclair is a lez, a dyke! She'd never meet-"
SLAP!
"Now, Roddy-boy, what part of only say what Chad thinks at you didn't you understand. So, now your job is to interpret word for word what Chad thinks, and nothing more. Got it?"
Blood trickled from Rod's lip, but he nodded. He almost asked for a blanket or something because it was cold on the floor. but the clenched fist told him that the next time he spoke out of turn he'd get more than a slap.
"Okay, Chad, so you thought you were going to meet a girl in the field house. Spill it."
"Right, Brad, she or he or whoever my secret admirer was sent me a shoe string or draw string, and said I should wear only it, and to wait in the circle drawn on the field house floor. And I turned blue, and then suddenly I wasn't in the field house, I was in the locker room lying on the bench, and then Goofus here picked me up, and put me on, even though I was too small for him."
Rod added this time mentally and not orally, hey, goofus, coach requires jockstraps, and you always let me wear your spare, but you didn't show up for practice did you? Oh, wait you did. He smiled.
"Alright, let's go back to the start of the day, and tell me everything that happened."
Rod relayed Chad's activities who he talked to and who he ate with.
"Wait, Chad, you said Rick gave you some Powerade?"
"Yes," relayed Rod.
"What color was it?" Brad asked.
"Blue like the color you turned?"
"Damn, you think Rick did this to me?"
Hey, that's why Rick stuck his head in the sauna! He was looking for a jockstrap, Rod thought.
"Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me, Rod, while Rod was in the sauna wearing me, Rick came in looking for me. He said, "Chad" but his eyes were darting around the floor like he was looking for something tiny, like a jockstrap,' Rod relayed Chad's thought.
"Okay, that's enough. Rod, you don't need to repeat Chad's thoughts anymore. I'm going to listen to them directly, after I take him off you and put him on me," Brad said. Rod opened his mouth, and Brad added, "You want to keep those teeth you won't say anything, Mama Bear."
Rod was quiet, as Brad released the ropes from his feet, but his arms remained secured. Brad pushed Rod's legs together, and then slid the jockstrap off his body. Rod felt so naked without Chad wrapped around him, both his body and his mind.
No, tell him, no. He's twice as big as you, I cannot stretch that much, you saw his dick, I-
I can hear you, Chad, thought Brad as he held the soiled jockstap in his hands, and I am going to wear you, and jack off into you, and maybe piss in you because I can, but first, what do I do with all my jockstraps, Chad?
NO! FUCK, NO! I'm not your property, I'm your brother, I-
Brad spread Chad out on his desk, and extracted a laundry marker from the drawer. Then in spite of Chad's protests, he printed the words, "PROPERTY OF BRAD" across the waistband. He flipped it over and printed their last name across the back of the band.
"Now we'll let him dry, and get over his crying jag. I suspect whatever magic was done to him, he'd be too small for any wearer. If I gave him to a Little Leaguer, the kid would whine that he was too tight. So he'll stretch all right, but he'll still be too small. I don't want to smear the ink, so let's get you spread eagle again and then we can get you shaved."
"Shave-"
WHACK!
"I still don't know if you're innocent in this. After all, after you knew the jockstrap was Chad, you broke into our house, and jacked off in him twelve times?"
Rod opened his mouth, but closed it again without speaking. He was soon spread eagle again with towels slipped underneath his body. Then the winch was tightened enough to lift Rod's body off the ground and give about six inches clearance. He was in agony. The big hairy guy lathered up Rod's chest, armpits, crotch, legs, butt. arms. Everything from his nose down was covered with shaving cream. Then Brad started to shave. It must've been forty five minutes before Brad used a bucket of warm water and a washcloth.
Then he disappeared into the bathroom, and returned with a blue jar labeled "Jock Itch Cream."
"Oh, it's actually depilatory. You see, Chad always gets a case of jock itch in the Spring, and always borrows my anti-fungal ointments and creams. So this year, I was planning to prank him. See this is actually depilatory, and Chad would have ended up with a hairless crotch, but yours will be the next best thing, Roddy. Oh, pardon my manners, I'm naked, let me put something on."
He strolled over to the desk and picked up Chad, and started to put him on.