Ed thinks he's going to lose his mind before Al decides he's learned his lesson.
His brother isn't cruel by any means, but he can be firm when he wants to, and Ed can't deny that he was being a fucking brat earlier. But it's not his fault that Al spends like all day studying and not paying attention to him, is it?
How was he supposed to know that putting on the pair of lacy black panties Al had bought for him and getting himself off in them on the couch was considered 'distracting'?
...okay, so he'd known going in that he was going to probably end up getting fucked or getting punished for his antics, but he'd been hoping for a healthy dose of both. Not...this.
He's hard, of course he is. Al is fucking sexy when he's in strict mode, and there's something about all of this that turns him on. Being tied and helpless, chained to the table like he's nothing more than Al's pet. Even the taste of his own cum in his mouth from the panties Al had ripped off of him and gagged him with is making him horny, and the fucking vibrator in his ass is really not helping.
Like, at all.
And Al's not paying attention to him anymore, engrossed in some book about genetics that can't possibly be more entertaining than fucking his brother.
Ed loves a good book, but come on.
It's been ages, and his cock is leaking steadily onto the carpet, a testament to how much he fucking wants it.
Al's good at ignoring his whimpers and muffled begging, and Ed has just settled for squirming and struggling against his bonds, though the feeling of helplessness does nothing to make him want to get fucked less.
It's not until he feels like he's ready to burst that Al finally closes the book and gives him his full attention.
And Al's attention is a wonderful thing to have. Those eyes, just a shade darker than his own, lingering on him, setting him ablaze with their intensity. There's promise in them, but Ed doesn't know if they are promising good things or not.
He holds his breath.
"Do you think you've suffered enough now, brother?" Al asks, a little smile on his face.
Ed nods vehemently because he has suffered and then some.
"I suppose I could let you come," Al muses. "Stay put for a second."
As if he could go anywhere, bound and chained to the table as he is. He shudders when his squirming makes the vibrator push closer to his prostate, hoping that Al will come back and free him and then fuck him. And then feed him, maybe, because he's starving.
Instead, Al comes back with another little bullet vibrator. This one complete with a sleeve that goes...
Oh.
Fuck.
Al rolls him over onto his back, crushing his already useless arms underneath his body. He slides the sleeve onto Ed's cock and tucks the bullet into it, wiggling the remote where Ed can see it. "You said you wanted to come, didn't you?"
Maybe it won't be so bad, Ed thinks.
*
Ed is wrong.
Very, very wrong.
Al cranks both vibrators up to their highest settings and settles back against the couch. Ed's back arches up, and he wails through the gag as the first orgasm is ripped from his body in a wave of white hot pleasure.
He's so sensitive from being kept on edge for so long, and the vibrations don't stop.
He thrashes in his bonds, panting hard and looking for relief from the relentless buzzing, but only succeeds in working the bullet in his ass deeper, closer to his prostate.
He's nowhere near recovered from the first one when the second one starts building, and he can feel tears welling in his eyes already.
When Ed looks at Al, his brother is watching intently, one hand massaging the front of his pants over the prominent bulge there. Ed's mouth waters at the sight, but the vibrators don't let him focus on it for long. Not with the way they have him dancing on the edge of coming again before they shove him over that edge.
How long is Al going to leave him like this?
*
The answer is long enough for him to come three more times. It hurts now, and his cock won't even get fully hard. He's crying, shaking in the ropes, begging Al to stop, please, turn it off, through the gag.
He's learned his lesson for sure, now.
Al grins and then the torture is over, leaving Ed limp, spent, and covered in his own cum. He's sore, and he wants to sleep for a month, but when Al's shadow falls over him, he looks up.
Al's cock is out, and he's stroking it, breathing hard. "You're so pretty when you suffer for me, brother," he pants. "Because it's all for me, isn't it? Your pain, your pleasure. It's mine."
Ed nods because even when he's worn out and exhausted, that part is never in question.
When Al's cum hits him in the face--marking him for what he is and who he belongs to--Ed closes his eyes, relishing it.
And as Al releases him and rubs feeling back into his limbs, he smiles.