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The door opened on the Twins, as they were called, before they rushed inside the bedroom. Red hair, clean shaved, both jocks living in the same frat house. They were monsters of muscles, riding on their football excellent results to ensure their scholarships and their diplomas. But yes… They were not the smartest around, nor the cleanliest, as their room proved it… Nor the wisest as they glanced over their shoulders while carrying what seemed to be a crate wrapped in a towel or a shirt.

Still, they snickered as the largest of the two, Aaron, closed the door with a kick.

“Fuck! I thought those crazy fuckers were still on our back,” said Jordan, the smaller and stockiest of the two, as he hefted the crate and threw it on a bed, the cleanest; the virtue of not being covered with clothes. Aaron, who was less stocky and… More lanky, jumped on their prize.

“That’s what we got. So… What was so precious for them to hide it below their beds? They’ve been talking about it for days!” he laughed, gripping the crate’s lock.

Jordan followed, eagerly glancing at the prize until it opened and… There was…

“The hell?”

The inside was covered with red velvet. And once pushed, there was a box of cigars, a few bottles of lubes, two leather harnesses… and two metal chastity cages placed in the middle as if to catch their attention. Or perhaps decorative jewelry? They were too big to be cages.

“That’s their party box? More like a BDSM box,” commented Aaron with a chuckle, lifting one harness in front of his brother. Clearly, those would be pretty snug with their defined bodies, and Aaron watched the high-quality leather… Then Jordan.

“Wait? No. The other frats are around. If they barge in, they’ll tell it to everyone!” said Jordan, red-faced before his brother’s lustful grin.

“You’d look lovely with it!”

“No!”

“Oh yes! If you do, I take up the cleanup duties around the house for… A week!”

“Two.”

“Deal!” answered Aaron, pushing the leather harness towards his brother, who had no choice but to accept… And to strip.

Beneath the t-shirt, black jeans, and shoes… Well, Jordan wasn’t so bad. He had had many nights with girls across the campus, and so did his brother. But nobody was… Aware of their interest in one another. There were rumors, but only there to mess with him.

Nonetheless, he was hung, with normal-sized testicles, hairless but stocky without any fat.

“Don’t forget the cage,” chuckled Aaron, stripping, too, as hairless as his brother.

“If you put it on, too.”

With his eyes rolling, Aaron, too, put the harness on his chiseled chest… And despite his excitation, he still managed to put the cage that was… Indeed, not meant to cage but to adorn… It seemed. It looked closer to those fancy collars but instead made to be on their dicks. Their hard dicks, glistening with precum and sweat.

“Aren’t you nice like this?” asked Aaron, gripping his brother’s waist as their caged cock touched and hit, creating that loud [I]TING! [/I]From the contact.

“It’s not so bad,” replied Jordan, trembling as he felt his brother’s index tracing over his chest, over the little specks of red over his soft pectoral.

“A bit more hair and a beard… And with that cigar,” started Aaron, offering one to Jordan. “And you’d look like a proper Leather Daddy.”

“Like those fat guys, hairy and all? Pass,” grumbled Jordan, taking the prepared cigar in his mouth as his brother lit it. Next, Jordin reclined on the bed as he felt Aaron’s large hairy hand going over his belly, feeling the flap on it and grabbing a chunk of fat.

“Are you sure? You’d rock that style,” laughed Aaron while his devious hand passed over Jordan’s groin, stroking the pubes above that caged cock while his little finger tapped against the steel. His mouth was close to Jordan, enough to kiss that cheek and the stubbles against his lips.

“Hrmphh. You’re always dragging me in the worst situation, you know?” said Jordan, taking a puff and exhaling right onto his brother’s face before he gripped that face and guided him into a proper kiss. Tongue against tongue, lips against lips, chin against chin. A moment that extended as Aaron’s hand stroked his Brother’s tight cage and sweaty testicles, his wrist against that fatty groin.

“I know, and you love it,” moaned Aaron as he pushed his brother into another kiss before he, too, took a puff of the Cigar and reclined, his arms outstretched as his flappy chest and paunch belly were all for Jordan to admire. To touch, to stroke, to kiss and lick. A lick that started over the collarbone and descended, the tongue losing itself within the red and gray bushes sparkling over Aaron’s breasts. Then down that belly, following that happy trail right down to the snug and tight cage holding his brother’s erection kept hidden.

“Oh yeah… You know how to take care of your brother,” moaned Aaron, passing a finger against his brother’s head, feeling the tiny spot of skin amidst the red unruly hair.

It felt good… Extremely good as Aaron took another puff and offered his brother the cigar. His fupa pressed against his caged dick, but feeling his brother’s lips against the pubes, licking the sweat out of them… And out of his hairy nuts was a delight. Enough for his caged dick to spurt and spew over Jordan’s bearded mouth and coat the graying hair in fluid.

“It’s because we like the same things,” answered the stockiest of the two, his sunken eyes going over his brother before the wrinkles appeared as he smiled. “We’re twins and always desired the same thing.”

“We do?” asked Aaron, watching his brother going up, but not without kissing the skin atop Jordan’s head, those large brows, that broken nose, those lips. And then to be the target of those kisses as he was ushered against those moobs snugly held by the harness. He huffed them, the raw masculine scent from them. He massaged them, digging into the soft fat before he cupped one… And took his brother’s pierced nipple in mouth to suck it and bite it.

“Hrmphh. Yes. We need each other… But it’s funnier when people come in. Young hung men to show us what it’s like,” chuckled Jordan.

He took a huff, stroking Aaron’s receding hairline, way better than his bald self, and pushed his taller brother down… Down his round belly softened by years of drinking. Down to that cage his brother started to suck and lick, taking the small bit of steel inside. Such a tiny cage, perfect to keep tiny dicks warm and snug. Perfect to hide away those one-inches that were only good for spurting precum when you teased those nuts and that ass… Ass Aaron wasn’t privy to touch and stroke, digging within the soft hairy mounds to slip a finger inside and… Tease Jordan’s swollen rim. He teased it and poked it while the stockiest of the two moaned in delight. His cock wasn’t hard anymore, but he felt so needy when his brother played with him like that.

Without thinking, Jordan kept pushing against his brother’s head, forcing him to worship and lick his cockcage clean as that finger went deeper, deeper… And touched his overswollen prostate. He touched it, poked it… Sent shivers through his mind before he blew his load, only thirsty second after Aaron started.

“Heh. You’ve been doing better than usual. You trained your cardio?” chuckled Aaron, swallowing his saliva mixed with cum, watching his fatso of a brother moan and heave like a beast of burden before he fell by his side, laughing.

“Uh… I’ve… been doing some exercise to stay active,” said Jordan, red-faced. And more so when Aaron turned away to grab something from the crate. “What are you doing?”

Next, Aaron turned back with the bottles of lube. The first one he opened before slathering a good chunk over his hand, he passed between Jordan’s thighs to go under and against that ass.

“We’re in a frat house filled with horny young men. Our clit are caged, our asses bare. If we don’t use lube, we’ll regret it!” laughed Aaron, going for another kiss mixing the aftertaste of beer in their breaths with cum.

“Shit. True. It’s not like we’re so flexible anymore! Or strong. But at least I have you,” groaned Jordan as he reached for the bottle, emptying it in his palm and preparing his brother like he did to him. His digits went over the flabby hairy cheeks, the aperture, then into that well-stretched hole that looked for nothing but a good dicking. Something they couldn’t get from one another.

“How do I look?” suddenly asked Jordan, his ass wet from the lube as he stood in that dirty frat room. He looked at the posters, at the place that looked familiar. Then back at his brother: their years of glory playing football were long gone, as well as their nights spent comparing dicks.

“Like a Leather Daddy ready to be fucked,” laughed Aaron, jumping on his feet and joining his twin, wrapping a hand over his shoulders.

“Let’s show those lads how old sluts take dicks!”