Crime and Punishment 2

Chapter Two
The Punishment

Hours later, Justin finally returned. A malevolent smile appeared on his face when he looked at his brother, holding the dildo out with the jockstrap dangling off of it.

“As amusing of a clothing rack this would make for me, I’ve thought out what your punishment will be.” Justin spoke as he walked a circle around Max.

Max was hardly able to move his eyes around to follow Justin’s circle. If he had thought he was terrified earlier. He now knew that he had had no clue what terror was before.

From behind, Justin grabbed Max’s throat with one hand. Right next to his ear, Justin whispered, “make a sound. Alarm mom, dad, or Alex, and it will get worse. Understand?” A tear rolled down Max’s cheek and landed on Justin’s hand. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

A lot of noises started forming behind Max. He couldn’t see anything Justin was doing, which scared him more. There was a zipper being zipped. Ruffling. Things rubbing against some kind of strange fabric. And clinking noises. Max wished he could swallow because he felt a big gulp being needed.

The Justin that was before Max wasn’t the Justin Max had ever known before this day. He had screwed up majorly.

“Release.”

Max’s arm dropped. The jockstrap fell from the dildo. Max dropped the dildo on the floor. It plunked off the underwear.

Justin bent down and picked it up, putting it in the backpack. The noises were starting to make sense to Max. Justin was making some kind of kit to do whatever he was going to do to Max.

Finally, Max did gulp.

“You did enjoy that, right?” Justin asked. Not pausing to actually see if Max had any kind of reaction. Max thought about just pleading with Justin. But he was in the wrong. Whatever Justin could dish, Max was sure he could take. How mean could Justin be to him anyway?

Somehow Justin managed to pick up his backpack, put it on, and grab on to Max’s wrist in a matter or seconds. Then he led him downstairs. Alex was home and sitting in front of the TV. Their mom and dad were in the kitchen making smoochy faces and making a cake.

“Where you two headed off to?” Teresa asked.

“Going to practice some of the newest spells dad taught us.” An innocence befell in Justin’s eyes. It sickened Max a little. But the tightened grip on Max’s wrist told him not to say a word.

“Do you want any guidance?” Jerry asked.

“No. We need to start working on things alone before the challenge.”

“Okay. Have fun and be safe.”

Max was praying for the safe part. Fun was absolutely out of the question.

Down in the classroom, Justin quickly got his wand back out. “Pudious!” He yelled before Max even realized what was going on to try and counter.

Suddenly, Max felt very relaxed. Surely there was something more happening than what Max was feeling. There was no way feeling good was anywhere in Justin’s agenda for him. Again, Max found that he couldn’t move.

Justin took a few steps toward him and lifted his arms up. They stayed exactly where he put them. Then, Justin picked the smaller boy up and carried him over to a small area in the corner that had mostly ignored objects hidden within. The raised arms were clasped to some chains that were coming down from the ceiling. His spread legs were clasped with manacles that were attached to the walls.

Where did Justin find this stuff? Max wondered, still feeling relaxed, despite what he would have felt if not for the spell. I should look around down here more often.

Once the chains were secure, Justin took the spell off of Max. An instant rush of panic filled Max. He had no clue what Justin was going to do. And Max certainly didn’t want to be stuck down in the basement alone all night. Especially if Justin left him in the dark. He was the only person in the world that knew how afraid of the dark Max was.

“What are you going to do to me?” Max asked through quivered words.

“It’s not such much what I’m doing to you. It’s more what you’re doing for me, dear brother.” Justin paced back in forth in front of Max, running his wand back and forth in his hand. His eyes turned from the hazel that they normally were to a big blackness. That was enough to scare Max into passing out.

Later, Max woke up to being slapped across the cheek. “No no no. You’re not allowed to sleep through this.”

“Justin...please,” Max pleaded. “You’re my big brother. I’ll never—”

“Separate!” Justin yelled, pointing his wand at Max’s pants. At the hems, Max’s jeans fell apart and fell to the floor under him. “Over!” They flew up and landed on the table. “Repair!” They sewed themselves back together.

Justin walked to where his face was right next to his brother’s. His breath was warm against Max’s cheek. “You want it, don’t you?”

“No?” Max was confused. Want what?

“You just said you did.” Justin kissed his little brother’s forehead. “I won’t hurt you...” Justin took a few steps back. “Much.” He chortled evilly.

“Separate!” Max’s shirt fell to the floor like his pants had. There was a cold draft where his shirt had been. Justin repeated the rest like he had with Max’s jeans.

A light vent of air above Max blew on his body. The few armpit hairs that he had grown were blowing over his oversensitive armpits, tickling him like mad. If he hadn’t been so scared, being partly naked in front of his big brother, his mentor, then he would giggle and probably pee in his undies right there.

“Maxie?” Justin asked, concern suddenly filling his voice. The black in his eyes started to dissipate. “Why are you wearing little boy’s, X-Men undies?”

Max turned his head away from Justin. He was getting in Max’s head. Trying to make him even more scared. It was time for him to stop letting Justin get to him. It was time to be strong Max.

There was a rustling through Justin’s backpack, but Max was resolved not to look. He closed his eyes tightly, so he wouldn’t cave in. Such a bad choice.

A sudden crack and pain on Max’s back made Max’s eyes scream open. Justin dangled a whip in front of Max’s face. “Might want to think twice before not answering your big brother next time.”

“Didn’t get my laundry done. Justin. Why?” Max felt his tears streaming down his face.

“You’re my practice for my conquest, dear brother.” Justin stood in front of Max. “You think I revel in being the door mat that all the girls laugh at for being a total dork? Even the boys think I’m a lost cause. But, if I can dominate the biggest jock in the high school, all my problems will be over.” Again, Justin was near Max. “And you, Maxie, are going to help me gain the knowledge of what I need to know to do it.”

Max lowered his head. He couldn’t believe what was about to come out of his mouth. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just...can you be gentler on me?”

When he looked back up, Justin’s lip quivered twice, quickly. He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “BITCH! Don’t try to trick me!” Justin ripped Max’s underwear down and slapped him hard on the ass with his bare hand.

Max groaned through gritted teeth. “Puh,” he breathed out, “leezzz,” he breathed in.

Justin stepped over the chains and gently ran his fingers down Max’s pec, nipple, and slightly protruding abs, replacing the touched spots with goose bumps. A chill ran down Max’s body. He rolled his eyes back. Justin eyed Max’s boy muscles.

“Maybe you’re right. It might be easier to overpower the jock-bod with sweetness.” His face moved down toward Max’s neck. Justin’s steamy, slightly moist lips barely touched the skin on Max’s neck.

Max completely shut his eyes. Maybe if he pretended it was so someone else, it wouldn’t be so bad. Warm hands rubbed his new pubes, then around his balls and massaged his thighs. Max tightened his eyes shut as his cock slowly started to rise. But then they popped open as Justin’s tongue licked up his neck and jaw line, up to his ear, pulling his earlobe in his mouth and lightly nibbled on it. Max moaned. He hadn’t meant to. It just happened.

“I’m going to try two things. Tell me which you like better after we end, all right?” Justin asked softly in Max’s ear.

Max reluctantly shook his head yes. But he had to do whatever it took to make sure Justin wouldn’t turn all meany-faced, jerky again.

Slowly, Justin started bending his knees. As he went down, he rubbed his hands over Max’s torso. At full mast, Max felt Justin’s hot lips start to wrap around his cock. Max opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream out in pleasure but unable to make a sound at all.

Inch by inch, in very slow motion, Max’s cock started disappearing in Justin’s mouth. For a punishment, this was beginning not to feel so bad. If it weren’t for his ass burning still, Max would have completely forgotten that he was being punished at all. That and the fact that his wrists were starting to chafe from the medal. Also, the fact that the blood was draining out of his hands quicker and quicker.

Max’s poor little-boy-undies were spread widely across the plane of his legs. The elastic dug into the sides of his legs. That too was beginning to hurt.

Thinking there couldn’t possibly be any better sensation than having his cock in his brother’s mouth, Max was completely unprepared for his head sliding down Justin’s throat. Max choked on the ecstasy. Justin pulled back and bobbed back and forth. It made Max flutter his eyes back closed. The pain was slipping away. Pleasure was about all he could feel. Then it stopped.

Justin was standing up and taking his shirt off. His eyes had completely turned back to his normal hazel coloring. He had man-muscles. When had that happened? Abs and biceps. Max licked his lips.

“You’re enjoying this too much, little brother. Perhaps I need to spice things up.” Justin moved close to Max.

Max turned his head and kissed his big brother’s shoulder. The skin was soft against his lips. The taste was sensational.

Justin pulled his shoulder back and greedily took Max’s lips in with his. His kisses were violent and passionate all rolled into one essence. Max could barely keep up or even breathe. Their teeth clinked up against each other as Justin started probing Max’s mouth with his tongue. The tongue was an explorer, archiving every centimeter of Max’s mouth. All Max could do was try and play tag with Justin’s tongue, chasing after it with his own.

All the while, Justin had wrapped his arms around Max’s torso and had pulled him in tightly. Through Justin’s jeans, Max could feel Justin’s cock lengthening, superceding his own size. His ass was being groped, and he wished that he could grab Justin’s back. He wished he could just rip his pants off as well. As Justin’s tongue deeply probed Max’s mouth, getting close to his throat, Justin’s hands savagely moved up Max’s back. Grabbing onto his shoulders, Justin’s hands were like talons. Before he had a moment to fully realize what was going on, Justin’s nails were scrapping down Max’s back. He pulled his head back in pain, nearly taking Justin’s tongue with it.

“Shhhhh!” Justin’s head chased after Max’s. His hands pulled him back closer to him. “I need to know, Maxie.” His voice was still caring. Yet...

Why is he hurting me? Does he know what he’s doing?

Justin was quickly flicking his tongue around Max’s ear. Relaxing him and making him hard again.

“Take.” Huge breath. “Your.” Another. “Pants off.” Max was astonished by his courage.

Abruptly, Justin pulled his head away from his brother. His face was sour. He leaned in toward Max’s shoulder and opened his mouth, then bit down on it. Hard. So hard that Max squealed. He squealed so loudly, only a dog could possibly hear it.

“Don’t you tell me what to do!” Justin howled. “It’s time for the second thing anyway. You seemed to have liked my toy, so we’ll play with it a little now.”

Justin went over to his backpack and bent over to rifle through it. Max examined his brother’s butt. It was all bubbly, making his cock bounce up and down, shooting a little pre cum.

Alas, Justin bounded up with the orange dildo in his hand. Downstairs, it looked way bigger than it had upstairs.

Justin walked toward Max with it. A crooked smile engulfed him.

“Open your mouth,” Justin demanded.

Max furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t get it.

When Max didn’t do anything, Justin picked up the whip and hit Max’s torso with it.

Max yelped, opening his mouth wide, and Justin quickly shoved the dildo in Max’s mouth. “Suck on it, baby. Oh yeah. You love it, don’t you?”

Max shook his head, yes as he gagged on the dildo being shoved down his throat.

“Keep it sucked in your mouth. If you drop it while I’m busy, I’ll spank your ass until it bleeds, got it?”

Again, Max shook his head.

With all his might, Max sucked the dildo in his mouth, and bit down on it a little to keep it in. He wasn’t about to get any more spankings from his big brother.

While Max was holding on tightly, Justin removed his pants and underwear in one swoop and tossed them to the side.

As he walked over to Max, his eight-inch cock dangled back and forth. He quickly bent over to retrieve something else from his backpack. His backbone rippled as he bent down. Max breathed deeply through his nose, almost dropping the dildo, but saving it at the last second.

When Justin stood back up, he had a small bottle with a clear liquid in it that Max had no idea what it was for.

“Maxie. Good job.” Justin said as he took the dildo from Max’s mouth.

He stepped behind his brother.

Licking the rim of Max’s ear, Justin was fumbling with something in his hands. Max wasn’t sure what was going on, but he was sure he wouldn’t like it. Or perhaps he would. All the same, it scared him a little. His heart rate was up again.

“If you are a very brave boy through this part, I’ll give you a little treat.”

There was a sloshing noise coming from behind Max. Justin started kissing Max’s neck again. It made him close his eyes.

Suddenly, something cold and wet was touching the opening of his asshole. It made him open his eyes with renewed terror.

“Shhh. Relax, baby brother. I’m not going to hurt you.” Justin’s voice was cool in his ear.

The cold, liquidy, plasticish whatever he felt against his asshole was starting to pry it apart and enter. The very tip of it was inside of him. Max had come to realize that it was the dildo entering him. Justin must have used it on himself before because he wasn’t moving very quickly with it. Just the tip was putting some serging pains through Max’s entire body. But as it danced inside of him (still just the tip) it started to comfort Max. There was a warm serge that was replacing it. Something of beauty. Nothing else in the world was like it. Then it went in a little deeper. There was a little pain, but nothing as bad as the first pain. More dancing. Deeper. More dancing. Deeper. Each small swell had less and less pain in it. By the time the whole thing was in him, Max had no pain at all. In fact, he found that he was pressing back to get more in him.

Just as Max was beginning to backward hump the dildo, Justin took it out of him.

“Now for the real thing,” Justin whispered.

“Wha?” Max’s voice croaked.

There was a new sloshing noise coming from behind him.

Something new, with a whole new feel to it, was entering into Max’s ass. With one huge thrust, Justin pushed his whole length into Max. Being bigger than the dildo, Max wasn’t fully stretched out where the head was. So, Max made a pained grunt as it hit the wall. He bent forward as much as the chains would let him go. He wanted to pull his ass away from Justin’s thrusting, but feared a worse pain if he did so.

Closing his eyes and letting the pain melt into pleasure, Max stood up again and started rotating his hips in a circle. It was now Justin’s turn to moan.

Justin’s hands were on Max’s hips, pulling him in. His right hand rubbed up Max’s side, across his shoulder blade, and ruffled through his hair. Max started to lower his head down, loving the feeling of Justin’s fingers running through his hair. But as he started to lower his head, Justin grabbed a hold of Max’s head and pulled his hair to break his head back.

“Who’s my little bitch boy brother?” Justin asked menacingly.

“I am.” Max gasped.

“That’s right.”

Justin put his hand around Max’s face and grabbed onto his jaw line to turn his face toward him. Max could see his red-faced, sweaty brother from the angle. He was pumping all his manhood into him. It was pleasing, up until Justin spit on his face.

“What the—?” Max started, but was cut off when Justin yanked on his hair again.

“Don’t!”

Justin pulled his cock out of Max’s ass. It felt so bare up there, suddenly. But before he knew it, Justin’s cock was back in there. And then...something else was there. The cold, liquidy, plasticy tip was back.

Oh man! Justin’s going to put that in me too? Can they both even fit?

“No. Please!” Max pleaded.

And Justin stopped. He pulled away the dildo, and his cock out. There was a small scraping noise, then something slapped up against his ass. His cheek burned. Then again. The other side this time. Back and forth. Ten times. Twenty times. His ass was on fire. Fifty times. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“Don’t.”

Smack.

“Tell.”

Smack.

“Me.”

Smack.

“No.”

“Just do it!” Max cried out.

The spatula was dropped. Justin’s cock entered Max’s hole. The dildo burrowed its way into his ass as well. Together, the two cocks rammed into him. It hurt. It was nothing like Justin being in there alone. And Max cried. His own cock had fallen down.

Suddenly Justin pulled the dildo out and dropped it to the floor and humped a few spastic humps into him and stopped, leaning up against him and breathing deeply.

He had come in his little brother.

Max dropped his head down, dejectedly.

“What did you like better?” Justin asked exasperatedly.

Max didn’t answer. Justin bit his back. “What did you like better?”

“You sucking me,” Max peeped meekly. “And when you were inside me. Alone.”

“I’ll give you a treat then.”

Justin unchained Max. He picked his little brother up and carried him over to the couch, laying him down on his back. Justin kneeled down beside him and removed his underwear the rest of the way. Taking Max’s cock between his forefinger and his thump, he started gently squeezing it. As blood rushed downwardly, Max started to rise again. Soon, Justin’s mouth was covering Max’s cock. Max closed his eyes and found his hands massaging Justin’s head. Bobbing up and down, Justin made Max’s cock spring to life. His ass was still on fire. Both inside and out.

“Auhhh!” Max breathed out and came in Justin’s mouth.

Justin quickly spit it on his brother’s body.

He walked over to his clothing pile, picked it up, packed up his bag, and walked back toward the couch. “Um...sorry I had to punish you like that. It was a great help to me. I do love you, Maxie. Please remember that.”

Max cried and shook violently from the night of pain and pleasure all mixed together. His brother was a monster and an angel all wrapped in one package.

As Justin turned and headed toward the stairway, Max murmured, “I love you too.”

Justin turned his head and winked at his little brother.

“Mum’s the word.” Then he was gone. Up the stairs. Leaving Max’s naked boy-youthed-body alone.

Max shook, cried, and tried to regain his strength. He rolled over and picked up his underwear and put them on. He felt ashamed.

There was nothing left to do. When he found enough strength, he got up and put the rest of his clothing on. He grabbed a blanket off the back of a chair, laid back down on the couch, and went to sleep, trying to put the pain behind him.