His hands moved around my waist and very softly molded my body to his. He tilted my chin upwards and looked into my eyes. "Why did you disobey me pet?" I shivered slightly at the demanding tone of his voice. I deserves punishment for disobeying master. I tried to speak but my mouth was gagged. I couldn't move because my hands and feet were shackled and chained to the bed. My neck was tightened with a collar. My master crawled over my body with a whip in hand.
"You've been a very very bad boy chase. Now I must punish you." I opened my eyes quickly, breathing heavily. I moved the blankets from around my legs just to discover that I had cum all over the sheets and myself. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I wasn't a fag so why did I have these dreams? Why did all of my dreams consist of domination? I had never been turned on by whips and utter helplessness before. And of all people to dominate me, why him? Why my brother?