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The Suit grows.

The Suit reports.

The two brothers had always been close, but as they grew older, Mark couldn’t help but notice a growing attraction to his younger sibling. He tried to ignore it, but the more time they spent together, the harder it became.

One day, while working in their father’s work shed, Mark finally gave in to his desires. He approached Tyler, who was tinkering with an old car engine, and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Tyler was taken aback at first, but he quickly melted into Mark’s embrace, returning the kiss with equal fervor.

From that moment on, the two brothers became lovers, sneaking away for secret trysts in the work shed whenever they could. They would explore each other’s bodies with reckless abandon, indulging in every dirty fantasy they could imagine.

One of their favorite activities was piss play. Mark would command Tyler to get on his knees, then unzip his pants and let his golden stream flow into Tyler’s open mouth. Tyler would greedily swallow every drop, moaning with pleasure as the warm liquid filled him up.

“Oh fuck, Tyler,” Mark would groan, “you’re such a dirty little slut for my piss. I can’t get enough of seeing you drink it all down.”

Tyler would respond by sticking out his tongue, begging for more. “Give me more, Mark. I need it. I crave it. I want to be your filthy little piss whore.”

Mark would oblige, continuing to piss into Tyler’s mouth until he was completely spent. Then he would pull Tyler to his feet and devour his mouth, tasting his own piss on Tyler’s lips.

The two brothers would then move on to other filthy acts, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies with their hands, mouths, and cocks. They would fuck each other in every position imaginable, grunting and moaning with pleasure as they reached for orgasm after orgasm.

"Open your mouth!"

"You know perfectly well you have to be gagged at home!"

When we woke up his cum had crusted into my beard. It was funny. He said, "Cum face. That's what we'll call you," and we both laughed. We snuggled and chit chatted and at some point talked about kinks. He said, "I'd love to see you in cage. You have such a great body, so smooth and naturally hairless." I thought he meant a dog cage. Haha. He then explained what a chastity cage was, but quickly changed the conversation to something else. I was confused so asked him to explain some more. He said, "Well, if you're curious about it, you should try one on." Then he stared at me and said, "Do you want to try one on?" I was like oh, sure, why not. He reached into the night stand drawer and pulled one out. "This should fit," he said. "We can get you your own one, if you like it."

I'd never seen such a thing. He put it on me and locked my cock. He said, "There you go boy. How's it feel?" I didn’t really know what to say. He said, “You really need to wear it for a bit in order to figure out if it’s for you. Let’s go out and get breakfast.” I was a little, unsure of leaving the house like this, but he acted like it was all very normal.

We ran into some friends of his at breakfast and decided to join them. Honestly, it felt a little contrived, but I was the newbie and I was hungry. We had a nice conversation and then he and the more dominant friend went to pay the check. The more gay one looked at me, smiled and said, "Are you wearing a cage?" I didn't know what to say. He said, "I'm caged too. It's the best. He only dates faggots so I looked to see if you were locked. I saw it when you sat down." I told him that we were talking and he asked me to try it. "Makes sense. You're a natural. You don't seem self conscious about it. You're just kind of meeting us, eating, talking and doing it all caged. That's a good sign." I asked, "Good sign for what?" He smiled, "For your relationship faggot."

The guys returned and we left. I spent the day at his place and the night as well. I was caged the entire time. I woke up in the middle of night straining. It was such a weird feeling. I woke him up and he said, "Get on your back. I'll give you some relief." He then entered me for the first time. He said, "I knew you'd have a receptive pussy hole." I was frozen. He hit my prostate over and over. I said, "Fuck me," over and over again. He said, "I knew you'd like this faggot." We came at the same time and then both fell asleep.

In the morning he removed my cage as it was a mess, washed it and then we showered. After we dried off, he grabbed it and started putting my junk through the ring. I said, “I’m not sure about this.” He smiled at me, kissed me and said, “You came wearing your cage faggot. I get you’ve got to protest a little bit, but we both know the truth.”

Being waxed and caged on the same day is a powerful one two punch that can help even the most reluctant fag start its journey. It worked well for this one. He was all no, no, no and now he’s looking at some of the different poses he needs to learn, as well as the hand signals Master will use so he knows what to do when.

When he tried to take them off, he felt cold as he was dipped into a frozen lake. The hot shower just made him feel even colder. When he stepped out and grabbed a towel, the feeling of cotton was like coarse sand paper and made him very itchy. Nathan couldn’t stop himself to scratch until he saw his ruber clothes and instinctively put them back on. As soon as it touched his skin, everything went back to normal. His skin never felt so smooth and warm waves kept going thru his body. Next to the sink, he saw a black bottle which he grab without thinking much about it. He started rubbing himself with the liquid, shining his body. The heavy scent of rubber from the bottle brought him back into that nice, lightly groggy state of mind.

He kept rubbing himself for hours and hours, just focusing on the feeling of latex against his skin, and gradually, flashes of last night memory appeared in his head. It showed him how he was stripped out of his clothes and forced into these. A gas mask was put on and the strong smell of rubber made him suffocate at the beginning but gradually, fogged his mind. A headset was put on and a soothing voice told him, over and over, that wearing latex was so good, so better than anything else, that he won’t ever be able to wear anything than latex, that Latex was all his life, Latex was his only passion, that a life without Latex was not worth being lived. Meanwhile, tens of hand were rubbing him to oblivion.

He’s not looking back feeling shame. He’s curious to see who he caught the attention of. He knows his place.

He knows what he was made for.