They had been born together as twins. Their mother had not survived the birth so they were both raised by their Father. He was strict but fair and their life was like any other until one birthday.
On that day, their Father had baked them a cake and told them they would need to finish the cake together. He said there was a key baked into the cake and that whoever found the key would receive a special gift.
Both brothers attacked the cake with glee - excited to find the key that would unlock a special gift. Within minutes, one of the brothers shouted victoriously - holding up the cake-covered key triumphantly.
As their Father clapped His congratulations, the other brother, soured by disappointment, mustered His own grumbling congrats. Father placed His hand on the winning brother and, together with his Brother, led the winner down the stairs to the basement - stopping in front of a locked door.
Neither the winning brother or the losing Brother had ever seen what was behind the locked door and they could barely contain their excitement and anticipation as their Father told the keyholder to unlock the door.
Hands shaking with excitement, he inserted the key and twisted it - hearing a pleasing click as the deadbolt was released. He then twisted the knob and struggled to pull open the heavy steel door. The room was dark and cold. It smelled of cleaning chemicals. The winning brother felt blindly for a light switch as all three entered the room.
Then, he heard the door close behind them. The harsh fluorescent lights clicked to life and revealed a concrete room that had once served as the boiler room.
The winning brother stared confused.
His Father cleared His throat and, looking directly at the winning brother said, âstrip off your clothes, son.â
The winning brother looked more confused but his Fatherâs tone compelled him to comply. As he began to undress, his Father explained that his prize was âcontained in these four wallsâ and was the greatest gift He could ever give to one of His sons. âIt is the gift of service, of obedience, and the opportunity to bring pleasure to those he loves most.â
Standing cold and naked, the winning brother asked âwhatâs happening? Whatâs happening to me?â
His Father motioned to His other Son to lead His brother to the boiler doors. There, on the floor, were two sets of shackles and a metal collar. âPlace this on your brother, SonâŠhelp him redeem his birthday gift.â
The Brother was equally confused, but understood that now wasnât the time to question His Father. He kneeled down and attached the shackles to His brotherâs ankles and then moved on to shackle his wrists. âBehind his back!â His Father barked as the other Brother pulled his wrists together behind his back.
As the shackles were locked, the winning brother began to sob, âI donât understand, what did I do?â
As his Father placed the collar around his neck, He replied, âyou won! Donât you understand? It was your fateâŠI left it to fate to decide each of your gifts today. You found the key and unlocked the door to the gift of service. Your brother , on the other hand, didnât find the key, so his gift is the gift of dominion. His gift is his inheritance. Your gift is your burden.â He finished locking the collar and then calmly attached the chain that was anchored to the wall. âI know you donât feel it now, but there is no greater gift than the opportunity to serve others - especially those who love you. Your brother will have a life filled with struggles - find a job, earn a living, contend with fear and disappointments - youâll have none of that. Your world will be limited to these four walls; your only duty will be to serve, worship, and obey me and your brother - to bring us pleasure and joy that can be so difficult to find in the real world. Hell, I know you think this is a punishment, but your brother and I are the ones facing the punishing reality of modern existence. Do you understand?â
He didnât and weeped loudly as his Father and Brother looked on.
His Father motioned for his Brother to come to His side. âYou need to stop your crying now, son.â He slapped him hard across the face. He cried more loudly and his Father shook His head with disapproval. âDonât be an ingrate! Accept your purpose and place!â He shouted, slapping him again before standing up, âKick him in the nutsâ, He said to His Son, âand keep kicking him in the nuts until he obeys.â
He didnât want to, but He did as He was told. After 4 or 5 direct kicks, he stopped crying and instead glared angrily at both his Brother and Father.
His Father exhaled, âGood. Now hereâs the deal. You behave and do your duty and youâll be provided for. Youâll have hot food and fresh water. But you throw tantrums and all youâll get is stale bread and piss. Your brother and I will visit whenever we please and youâll do as youâre told. If I want a foot massage, youâll give me the best damned foot massage youâre capable of; if youâre brother has some laundry he needs folded, youâll fold like a pro and thank him for the opportunity to serve himâŠyou get it?â
He was upset and scared, but he nodded his compliance.
Then Father turned to his Brother, âthe sooner you accept your position of dominance over your brother and see him as an object for your pleasure, the easier it will be on us all. I know you are probably confused too, but you need to embrace your power just as he needs to embrace his subservience. You understand?â
He nodded asking, âwhat should I do with him?â
His Father nodded, âhere, watch meâ He said turning to his other son, âget on your knees boy and look up at me.â As he complied, his Brother watched as His Father pulled out His penis. âOpen your mouthâ He barked. His brother opened his mouth, his lower lip trembling, and watched as his Father began to piss into his brotherâs mouth.
âSwallow it!â He commanded before turning His head to address His other Son, âsee, I needed to take a piss and âprestoâ, your brother is now a urinal.â He watched as his brother gulped down their Fatherâs fresh piss. His Father continued, âright, come over and stand where I was standingâŠâ He did as He was told and stood standing in front of His kneeling brother. His Father said, âalright, now pull down your shorts and tell him to suck your dick.â Both brothers turned to look at their Father in disbelief. âDo it, dammit, you need to stop thinking of him as your brother. Heâs an object, a tool, for you to do with as you please. Now tell him to suck your dick!â
He turned back to face His brother and said meekly, âsuck my dickâŠplease?â
His brother hesitated momentarily, but quickly took his Brotherâs cock I to his mouth and began to suck on it. His dick was soft as it entered his mouth but, as he continued to suck, he felt his Brotherâs cock thicken and lengthen - growing hard and filling his mouth and throat. As he continued to tongue and suck he heard His Brother moan with pleasure and, to his surprise, felt his own dick growing erect.
Could their Father be right? Was this life of servitude actually a gift? There was an elegant simplicity to such an existence. In this new life, his Brother and Father tell him what They want, he does what They want, and all are fulfilled. They get what They want and he gets the satisfaction of knowing that his service has made them happy.
It was still very new, but it was clicking in his head.
His musings were interrupted by his Brotherâs sudden ejaculation and a flood of warm, thick cum filling his mouth.
It tasted sweet and, as he looked up at the ecstasy on his Brotherâs face, he swallowed and instantly orgasmed - hands-free - depositing a puddle of his cum on the concrete floor.
âWait, did you actually enjoy that?â his Brother asked as He noticed the strands of pearl white jizz dripping from his dick.
âI mean, I liked that You liked it, if that makes sense?â he replied.
His Brother nodded, âyeah, I guess. I mean, it did feel really good.â Both brothers laughed awkwardly.
âAlright, glad you boys are figuring it out, but I have other shit to do. Make sure you have him clean up the mess he made on the floor - the protein will be good for him - and then join me upstairs.â With that, Father left and the brothers were alone together for the first time since sharing the birthday cake.
âYou okay?â He asked, kneeling down. âIâm not really sure, but Iâm gonna do my best to make Father happy - I mean, itâs kinda crazy, but I did really feel happy when I saw how much you were enjoying it. And maybe He knows what Heâs talking about. Anyway, I donât have much of a choice, do I?â
His Brother nodded, âI guess not. But I promise Iâll come visit you as often as I can. Youâre still my brotherâŠwell, I guess not anymore, but you know what I meanâŠâ
He nodded, the sobering realization hitting him as his Brother continued, ânow Iâm gonna need you to clean up the load you droppedâŠI guess you can use your mouth. And just lick it up?â
With that, He patted his head and stood up - observing as he struggled to lean forward without the use of his arms - and watched as he slurped up his ejaculate from the cold floor.
He watched his Brother walk through the door, closing it behind Him, as the lights clicked off - leaving him in darkness.
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