“Bite me, buttfuck.” Jason responded, trading insults with his older brother.

“Both of you shitheads had better watch your language,” their dad hollered to them from the other room. He didn’t expect the his stepsons to actually love each other but he felt that they should show each other a little more respect.

Joe showed his respect to his brother and his dad’s suggestion by rolling sideways in his chair and ripping off a loud, long fart while flipping the bird to everyone in general.

“Jesus Christ!” Jason exclaimed. “It smells like something crawled up your ass and died.”

“Okay, you two motherfuckers, that does it!” Dad proclaimed. “Get the locks and chains. Invoking the name of the Lord just earned you guys twenty-four hours of togetherness.” The boys were actually his ex-wife’s kids, both by different boyfriends, and they looked nothing at all alike. He had accepted them as his own when he married her ten years ago and when she went batshit and took off with the UPS man he grudgingly accepted the responsibility of raising them. They were now thirteen and fifteen years old and a real handful for him and he knew that they need a little bit of discipline and humility forced on them.

“Daaad, not that!” Joe protested, his reedy teenage voice raising an octave to a full-blown whine.

“It’s either togetherness or the other thing we talked about.” Dad reminded him.

“It’s just not fair!” Jason complained as he reluctantly went to fetch the hardware. “None of the other guys have to do it.”

Dad didn’t much give a rat’s ass about how other fathers tackled parenting. His dad had used the locks and chains on both he and his brother and they both turned out to be decent, caring fathers and he had no intention of letting his own boys turn out any differently.

“Okay, you know the drill,” Dad commanded. “Strip down and get on the bed. Use the bathroom first or you’ll both be sorry later.”

Neither of the boys felt the urge right then, so they reluctantly removed and carefully folded their clothes before climbing on the bed and positioning themselves as Dad laid four padlocks and two pieces of light chain about two feet long on the bed beside them.

Jason, the younger boy, was just becoming pubescent. Fine dark hair had sprouted from his armpits and clung like a smoky cloud around his functional but still miniature genitals, and even though he was slightly taller than his older brother he still had the musculature of a child. He squirmed with discomfort as Dad’s rough hands grasped his balls.

“Put the end link of the chain onto the hasp of the lock and then fasten it around your balls.” Dad commanded, even though the boys both know what to do. Jason cried out when the notch in the lock bar pinched his tender skin, but Dad just took the other end of the two-foot long chain and patiently looped it around Joe’s neck before securing it with another lock.

Joe, in contrast to his immature brother, was quite a young stud. His once downy pubic hair had coalesced into a mass of curls that completely covered his groin and was edging upwards towards his navel and outward onto his muscular thighs. Dark, dense hair covered his calves and a larger padlock was required to encircle his ample balls. His slender teenage cock’s persistent erection hindered Dad’s efforts at fastening the lock, but patience prevailed and his balls were finally shackled to his brother’s neck. They lay face to crotch on the bed in the classic sixty-nine position as close as two peas in a pod, each dependent on the other. They would bear eyewitness to each other’s bodily functions, either sexual or excretory, and there was a good chance they would also be either willing or unwilling participants. Any movement of any kind would directly affect both of them, and pain could be inflicted upon one another’s vulnerable genitals at will.

“I’ll be back about this time tomorrow.” Dad announced as he left the room. “Don’t go away!” He then went into his room and turned on his monitor to make sure the cameras he had hidden were functioning. He was head of surveillance at the local Indian casino so it was only natural that he would have wired the boys’ bedroom and bathroom. He didn’t much care how often the little bastards beat their meats, or even if the were hooking up with each other for that matter, but he knew opportunity when he saw it and they could do whatever they wanted as long as he caught it on tape. Video footage of teenage boys blowing each other or taking it in the ass could be readily sold and would make him a wealthy man. He had spent many hours chained the same way to his own brother and like typical boys they had passed the time by sucking each other’s cocks. These kids hadn’t done that yet but there was still hope that they would turn out to be normal. He had made sure that there was just enough slack in the chain to do so should they suddenly feel the urge.

The punishment was not new to the boys and they had been in this position several times before, however this was the longest sentence they had ever received. The longest that they previously had enjoyed each other’s close company was about four hours.

“Do you think that he’s really do the other thing we talked about?” Jason asked his brother.

“Castrate us? Hell yes, he’d do it. He did it to the meter reader that was forking Mom, didn’t he?” Joe replied.

“Yeah, you’re right, he’d probably do it to us, too.” Jason admitted.

The boys, resigned to their fate, managed to get as comfortable as possible. Joe could feel his brother’s breath tickling the hair on his balls and his cock responded to the stimulus in a predictable manner.

“Jeez, Joe,” Jason announced. “Can’t you stop that? It bugs the shit out of me having your boner hit me in the chin.”

“There’s only one way to make it go away,” Joe informed him, “go ahead and be my guest.”

Jason responded with his finger instead of his mouth and he snapped his brother’s bulging left nut with his thumb and forefinger, as if launching a troublesome fly off the edge of a table.

“Ouch! That hurt, you little bastard!” Joe exclaimed before popping his brother in the nuts in retaliation. Jason was so fixated on his brother’s nearby erection that he was almost unaware of his own, but when Joe popped him in his nuts he was overcame by the pressure in his scrotum and he released a two-day buildup of sperm squarely onto his brother’s throat. Seeing it, smelling it, and feeling Jason’s orgasm caused a duplication of the action in his own body and both boys were soon pulling at the bed sheets seeking something with which to wipe up the resultant mess.

“Feel better now, Asshole?” Joe asked his brother.

Dad sure as hell felt better. He had played with his own cock as he watched the two kids shoot their wads, but he stopped himself short of orgasm, stuffed his stiff dick into his pants, and left the house to seek the company of a lady of the evening.

The boys, now at least temporarily relieved of some tensions, managed to get as comfortable as possible and settled in for the duration of their sentence.

Jason spent the time contemplating his brother’s genitals. His balls looked as large as small hen’s eggs and his bulging sack had a bunch of spidery veins showing. The massive one diameter four-inch long circumcised cock sagged languidly down, and even though Jason had cleaned the ejaculate from his own body a thin string still hung from the end of his brother’s cock. He had never seen his own tools from this close, of course, but he couldn’t help but wonder if they would ever get to be this large. There was also a peculiar smell associated with them and Jason just assumed that his own had the same musky odor. He also noticed that his brother’s cock was sporting a small, red pimple or canker on the bottom next to the foreskin, and Jason contemplated mentioning it to his brother. He knew that Joe had a lot of girlfriends and he had even bragged a while back about how he had ‘gotten it wet last night’.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking about, think about something else instead.” Joe warned him. Jason hadn’t realized that despite his recent milking he was getting another boner.

Suddenly, without warning, Joe raised one leg and let rip fart that would easily have registered high on the Richter scale. “Sorry,” he apologized as the odor wafted over them. “I couldn’t help it. It must have been something I ate.”

Jason’s nose was only inches from the site of the discharge, and it took everything he had to keep from puking. He wanted to pop his brother in the nuts again, but he knew that would just start another fight that neither would win.

“Tell me first if you have to do that again, so I can hold my breath or something,” he said, although what he really had in mind was stuffing a sock or something up his brother’s ass to use as a stopper.

An hour later Jason heard his brother’s guts rumble and felt his body stiffen.

“I’ve got to shit, bad!” Joe announced, the edge in his voice revealing the urgency.

“You should have went to the toilet beforehand, you dork.” Jason said accusingly.

“I didn’t have to go then, but I do now, and I mean right now!” Joe answered. Dad had thoughtfully left them a couple of bottles of water and several hospital type urinals but hadn’t made any accommodations for major movements of their bowels. They would have to find a way to use the toilet or lay in their own mess until their sentence was either served or commuted.

“Roll over, to the edge of the bed,” Joe commanded. “The wrap your arms around me, real tight, and I’ll carry us to the toilet.” That seemed simple enough, at least in theory, but it wasn’t quite that easy.

“Ouch! My balls!” Jason whined as he slipped a little and got stretched by the chain.

“Shut up, you sissy. It hurts me just as much as you.” Joe said. “Okay, here we go, just hold on!” He tried to stand, but quickly sat back down before bracing himself, slowly rising to his feet, and stumbling to the bathroom. He sat down hard on the toilet, and in the process managed to bang his brother’s head on the edge of the toilet seat, nearly knocking him out.

“Don’t let go!” Joe warned him. “I can’t hold you up by myself!”

The instant he was fully seated his bowels cut loose with a liquid torrent that hit the water so hard that some of it slashed up onto Jason’s nearby face. Jason was already woozy from the bump on his head and from being upside down, and that was all it took to cause him to puke all over his brother’s belly and genitals.

“You’re going to have to wipe my ass, Jason,” Joe informed his brother. I can’t hold you and do it too.” A massive cooperative effort was launched, and somehow they managed to clean each other up and make it back to the relative comfort of their bed.

“I smell smoke!” Joe announced an hour later, abruptly lifting his head and inadvertently stretching the chain.

“Ouch, stop that!” Jason cried out. “All I smell is you.”

“No dammit, I smell smoke! There! Look at the bottom of the door!”

Jason grabbed his brother in a bear hug and rolled them both over so he could see the door. “Your right!” He confirmed. “What are we going to do?”

The fire, like most all house fires, was caused by carelessness. Dad, in his haste to go a whoring had just laid his cigarette in the ashtray instead of snuffing it out. It had eventually burned down enough to drop off of the edge and roll onto the carpet. The house had smoke detectors but the boys had robbed them for the batteries to use in their walkmen. The house was situated at the end of a lane that had numerous signs warning people away, so it was unlikely that the smoke would be spotted before the house was fully involved.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Joe answered, stating the obvious.

“No shit, Sherlock. Got any good ideas on how we do that?” Jason replied, sarcastically. Dad had padlocked the door, and even id they could break it down the smoke on the other side would get them before they could crawl to safety. The only other egress from the room was a small window located high on the wall. This was a violation of the building code, but no one really gave a shit about those things when the house had been built. Normally they could just slide a chair over and crawl out the widow or boost each other up through it, but chained together as they now ere either act was impossible.

“We’ve got to get the locks off,” Joe decided. “You push on mine and I’ll try to slip yours’ off.” He firmly grasped the padlock on his brother’s scrotum and placed his thumbs against the restrained testicles and started to push, hoping to compress them enough to allow them to slip through the hasp. Jason immediately released both a howl of pain and a stream of piss before Joe himself collapsed in pain as his brother attempted to do the same thing to him.

“Any other bright ideas?” Jason asked, writhing in pain from his tortured balls.

“We have to try again!” Joe said. “This time push hard and fast, not slow. Maybe that’ll do it.” It wasn’t a bad idea, but rather a futile one, and they both surrendered to the pain before their testicles had compressed even a quarter of an inch.

“It’s no use,” Jason sobbed. “Were just going to lay here and burn to death.

“The fuck we are!” Joe exclaimed before experimentally taking his younger brothers balls fully into his mouth.

“What are you doing to me?” Jason cried excitedly as he recoiled as far as he could from his brother.

“It’s the only way!” Joe replied, once he had emptied his mouth. “I can bite your balls off and get at least part way free. Maybe then I can pull us both through the window!” Jason didn’t answer with words, instead he opened his own mouth as wide as he could and placed it around his brother’s scrotum.

“ I can do the same thing to you, Joe.” He said, rather calmly. “Is that how you want it. I mean, if you do it to me I’ll do it to you.”

Joe didn’t mind nutting his brother to save them both from burning, but he wasn’t so sure about surrendering his own manhood in the process. “Let’s try doing you first,” he suggested, diplomatically. “If that doesn’t work then you do me, too.”

“Horseshit!” Jason replied, before once again taking his brother’s balls into his mouth and preparing himself for the inevitable pain that Joe was sure to inflict on him in retaliation.

The fire was out an hour later and both boys were in the hospital, and Dad was woefully explaining the situation to his insurance agent. He was covered for most of the contents, but it would take months to rebuild. He had also lost some priceless family heirlooms and photograph albums that had been started by his great-grandfather.

He felt no remorse for the boys; the little fuckers weren’t smart enough to deserve having balls. The chains that bound them were there for sort of symbolic purposes only and each chain had a weak link made from lead that they could easily have snapped with their hands. Had there been no emergency and they had done so he would have punished them severely, of course, but now it didn’t matter anyway. He was pretty sure he had told them about the weak links, but even if he hadn’t they should have been smart enough to figure it out on their own.

‘Maybe I can ship the little nutless wonders off to live with their mother,’ he thought as he picked through the remnants of his home.