The Other Side of Midnight 2

The Other Side of Midnight – Chapter 2

By Patrik Razmuzzen

my.backups.89@gmail.com

* * * * *
This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
* * * * *

It was surreal, to say the least. The two women, me and Mark - still naked and handcuffed - while everyone else was dressed. For the longest of moments, no one said anything. I was terrified: was Mark in trouble? Was I in trouble? But I didn't do anything!

Finally, Mark went over to the woman who had greeted me and, as best he could with his hands behind his back and hugged the two women.

One of the woman turned to me. “I'm Claire,” she said. “I'm Mark's sister. You okay? You look scared. I hope Mark looked after you and did everything he was told.”

I was too scared to do anything to nod my head. His sister?

“This is Ella,” Claire said, turning to Mark. “my friend. She's from the US and she's studying fashion at my university, and she's agreed to make you some nice clothes, isn't that nice?”

Mark looked a little hesitant. “Cool,” he said. “Eh - thanks, Ella...”

“No problem, kid,” Ella replied. “Look like you could use some..”

Mark blushed.

“And I hope you like Indian food. I have enough for everyone.” She turned Mark around and unlocked his handcuffs. Then she slapped his bottom and handed him the bags of food. “Go and set the table and put everything out, please,” she said. Mark took the food and was on his way to the kitchen when she called after him, “and I think it would be nice if you masturbated while you did it.”

Did what?!

I spun round, but he was gone. Well, if he was being blackmailed at least I knew who by. For the first time since I'd heard their car, I started to relax. A little.

“So, Derek,” Claire said to me, “what do you think of my naked little slave brother?”

“Slave?” I said.

“Yep." So no need to be so scared,” she said. “I'm sure you've seen naked people before.”

Well, yes, but not in this context. “And you...?”

“Oh, don't worry, he's not doing anything against his will. I'm not abusing him or anything. It's just a kind of game we're playing.

“Oh,” I said. “I see...”

She sat down. “Our parents are musicians and they travel a lot on tour,” she went on. “So when they're not around, we play this game to kind of 'spice' things up a little.” She reached up and ruffled my hair for some reason. “Mark has cute friends, I see.”

“No shit?” Ella replied.

I think I blushed a little. “I only just moved here about a month ago,” I said.

“Explains why I hadn't heard your name before,” Claire said. “So, has my little brother been behaving himself?”

“Eh, I think so....”

“Did he take his clothes off as soon as he got in?”

I nodded.

“Go into the bathroom?”

“No.”

“Block himself from you?”

“Only once, when he went to answer the phone.”

“Oh really?” Claire said. I gulped. Had I just gotten Mark into trouble?

“Well, he'll have to be punished then, won't he?” Claire said.

“A punishment? But he only -”

“He knows the rules,” Claire said. “And don't worry, it's not going to be anything serious. It's only a minor infraction.”

I couldn't help wondering what happened when he was being punished. I felt my dick twitching awkwardly in my pants again.

Claire led us into the dining room and we sat at the table. Mark reappeared briefly with cutlery, laid the table for four people as best he could with one hand while masturbating himself with the other. Then he turned back and went into the kitchen. I wanted to go after him to watch, but I resisted.

“And no cumming on your own,” Claire called. “Or you'll get a second punishment.”

“Second punishment?” Mark said, reappearing briefly. He looked horrified.

“Mark told me about you covering yourself.”

“Aw...”

I shrunk back in the chair a little. Why couldn't I just have kept my mouth shut?

“But I didn't know he was going to be here,” Mark said.

“Look, you know the rules. It doesn't matter who's here, who knows about the game and who doesn't. You're at home, you're naked and you show people everything.”

Mark groaned and went back into the kitchen.

“What are you going to make him do?” I asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

“You'll see.”

When Mark came back and put the plates and bowls on the table, Claire started dishing the food up. I noticed that Mark still kept stroking his hard red penis. He'd been hard for about half an hour now and he looked like he desperately needed to come. I could only imagine how he must be feeling.

“Now,” Claire said, picking up a plate of food and putting it on the floor, “Mark, for your punishment, you have to eat without utensils. I'll fill a bowl of water for you as well, and you can lap it up like a little doggie, okay?”

I was expecting a bit of protest, but Mark did as he was told. He got down on the floor and started eating the curry using just his mouth, while Claire brought in a bowl of water. He looked a bit awkward with his legs apart, bowing down to eat his food. He looked a lot more awkward when Claire admonished him for not masturbating and made him eat on 'all-threes'.

We talked normally for a while - where I was from, how was life, school and so on - while Mark slurped away at our feet. Ever now and again Claire reached over with her foot and poked his dangling balls. It didn't help Mark's balance.

When he finally finished, Claire got him to take all the plates back inside. She didn't let him clean his face though, so he had to do it with curry sauce and rice all over his face.

I made an excuse to go the toilet, but went into the kitchen instead, where he had started on the washing up.

“So, it's all a game?” I said.

He nodded and smiled awkwardly.

“Strange game,” I said, “How long you been playing it?”

“A month or two. But only when Mum and Dad are away on tour. They come back tomorrow and everything goes back to normal. Until Claire and I are alone again.”

“And you like it?”

“It's a bit weird, but - yeah sometimes. It really feels weird being embarrassed like this, but nice too,” he said. He absent-mindedly looked down at his erection. My gaze followed his and he looked away sheepishly.

“You know when you come?”

I nodded. Seemed like a harmless thing to admit, given the circumstances.

“Well... When I come, it's amazing. Claire knows how to make it really, really amazing.”

“She - she wanks you off?”

Mark shook his head. “No, she doesn't touch me much - I do it, but it's still amazing. Sometimes in strange places or in front of people or after doing things...”

“You do it.. In front of people? And...”

We were interrupted when Ella came back in with some extra cups to be washed. “Here you go kid - your sister asked me to bring these in,” she said. She picked up a dirty plate and scooped up some curry sauce in her hand. Then, suddenly she slapped her hand down on Mark's bottom making him yelp. “You've got a cute butt, kid,” she said as she turned away. “No wonder your friend likes you.”

“I do not!” I hissed automatically. Good God, was I that obvious?

“Sure you don't,” Ella said as she turned and headed back into the living room. I went with her, as much to avoid having to face Mark as anything. I felt so embarrassed - and not in the good way he talked about.

“I don't!” I promised him.

We both knew I was lying, but he said nothing.

I helped him by drying the dishes and we went back inside to where the girls were getting ready for measuring Mark for his new clothes and looking through some fashion catalogues for ideas. “We're not quiet ready yet, so why don't you go upstairs and get your diary? You can make a start in it while you're waiting.”

“Okay.”

“Diary?” I asked.

“Yes. I get him to keep a diary of everything he does while he's playing. You can read it some time if you like.”

“Sure! I mean... okay... thanks...”

When he came back, Mark sat on the floor again and started writing.

It was a bit quiet for a second, but no one was watching me so I oogled Mark as much as I wanted. He really was beautiful and I wanted to not just touch him, but to be a part of him too. I wanted to touch him control him and have him, to wrap my body around his and embrace every inch of his nudity and humiliation. I mean, I'm not gay (although I was a bit scared of people thinking I was when I was a kid, for some reason) and it wasn't so much him I loved, it was the game.

The strange thing was that Claire hardly ever touched him privately, and when she did it was more for practical reasons, not because she wanted to molest him. I still have no idea why.

Finally, the girls were ready and Mark was made to stand in the centrer of the room with his legs apart and his arms out while Ella measured every pat of him. His arm to his shoulder, his armpit down to his foot, his instep (where she blatantly cupped a feel of his balls). This excited me even more - as if it was me she was feeling. She even measured things that didn't seem necessary like the crack of his bottom and the width of each cheek. I was so envious of her casualness and the fact that she could touch him and not have to worry about what people thought.

But if I did anything, I'd probably mess it up. I'd be the one person who would get into trouble where no one else would.

Finally, she measured the length and thickness of his penis. He had gone soft while he was writing his diary, but now she made hum masturbate to erection so that she could measure that too. She told him the measurement and made him announce it to me and Claire.

Mark looked like he would have done anything to cum, but not in front of everyone.

“Well, that's me done. Have you picked some things out, Claire?”

“Yeah - I think pyjamas and a swimming outfit to start off with.”

Ella just nodded and sat down.

“Now, Derek.”

“Me?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah,” she said sitting down. “Don't you want to read what Mark has written in his diary?”

We all looked up at Mark expectantly. Mark knew what to do - he picked up the diary and stood before us, still naked and hard and began to read.

(The End)