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A Favourite Situation Part 2

By Kendo Kawabata

Matt's day had started out somewhat disappointing, and he had been praying that by afternoon, all would have been well. Except, it seemed that fate was not going to play nice as he was hit in the crotch by what he felt was a freight train.

The pain was so intense that he had no way to scream or to do anything, his entire body seizing up as he momentarily blacked out. His crotch exploded as if someone had kicked him there with a steel toed boot. He fell away from the fridge door and landed on the tiled kitchen floor with a heavy crash.

Gasping for air, he felt his entire body light up as if it was being struck by electric eels. His limbs flailed on the ground as he couldn't control the spasms of his muscles. For how long he flopped like a dead fish on the floor of his fathers kitchen,

But rather suddenly, the pain vanished and his body fell to the floor limp. His lungs screamed for air as he panted and heaved, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he started to cough. His vision returned to normal and his muscled began to work again as he started to pull himself up.

Matt felt his arms and legs tremble as he reached up and grabbed a hold of the kitchen chair next to him. Coughing hard, he struggled to pull himself up. His legs slowly lost their jelly like feeling as he forced himself upwards. He managed to get to his feet without falling over, but he had to hold onto his head to stop it from spinning as he felt giddy.

"Woah..." Timothy said slowly as he held the remote on his hand, looking on a state of awe and shock at the power of the voltage that he had just sent at his brother. And it had been so easy to do it, just press a few numbers on the keypad, and his brother went crashing like a pile of bricks.

"What...the...fuck...did...you ...do ...that...for.." Matt managed to get out through gritted teeth as he slowly let go of his head. His vision swam a little and he grabbed the edge of the kitchen table and held onto it tightly. His whole body was trembling and the ache in his crotch was starting to die down.

"Dad...said you shouldn't be eating without permission anymore..." Timothy said slowly. He gulped a little as he saw the murderous look on his brothers face as Matt held on for support. Timothy slowly reached down and covered his bulging crotch with his hands, trying not to let his brother see the arousal he had built up. "And ...you shouldn't be in here without asking first..."

"So...you fucking shocked me?" Matt said as he steadied himself on the tables edge. He looked up at his brother as he let go of the tables edge and panted, not from the shock, but from anger. No excuse his brother had could be worth getting shocked in the balls.

"Well...I have been waiting to try it all week.." Timothy began. "And I just thought...you know...since you were breaking the rules..." he explained, but he quickly stopped when he saw his brother grab the back of the chair.

Before Matt had a chance to throw the chair at his brother, his brother scampered as quickly as his muscled legs allowed him too. Matt was disappointed that the target of his anger had run off like a coward, but his head swam again and he grabbed the back of the chair to hold himself still. He closed his eyes and forced himself to take a few deep calming breathes to get himself back under control.

A week had passed since the last so called 'treatment' that he had received, from orders of his father that were apparently supposed to be good for him. And after receiving a rather hard spanking that was more like a belting after the two parole agents had discovered he had threatened his brother, he had been fitted with a permanent chastity device that not only light up like a Christmas tree, it could shock him like a taser.

To which his brother had just delivered to him, for breaking rules he hadn't been told about yet.

Not only that, but he was forced to wear a very large plug inside of him that, all he had been able to figure out, was that it stretched his insides and his anal ring. Although why, he didn't know. The movement stop, which was a smaller expandable butt plug, offered slight relief at night, but not much.

So, he was stretched out during the day, and plugged up at night. His bowel movements were restricted, as he had to ask his brother or his father for permission to use the toilet. But his father had not been around at all, and the requirements to get the key to do it were getting more and more ridiculous.

Now, he was supposed to sing AND dance to 'I'm a little teapot' before getting the key, and he had to do it multiple times before his brother was satisfied that he deserved to empty himself.

His father had been very distant with him during the week, hardly home as the warehouse being constructed for his business was rapidly nearing conclusion. Matt only saw him at breakfast and then at dinner, and even then Thomas, his father, was too busy to speak with him.

Matt could not help but feel that his father was deliberately avoiding him. Twice in the past week Thomas had taken Timothy out with him into town for some errand or another. But when it came to Matt being home alone while his brother was out with his friends, Thomas had shut himself in his office and hadn't opened the door for his eldest.

And any questions Matt asked him were always met with the same answers. Either 'this is for your own good', or 'nothing is going on son'. And Matt couldn't help but shake the feeling that his father wasn't going to change the answers any time soon.

His brother however, had been dangling the remote that controlled the device in front of him like some sort of perverted candy. The threat of being shocked at any time made Matt keep quiet, and although his brother didn't actually do it, the threat was still there.

So, when Timothy had told him to clean the toilets, or vacuum the lounge, or fix him something to eat, or dance the Macarena in front of Timothy and his stupid football friends, Matt had done everything because he was always one number out of three away from being shocked for his brothers amusement.

But to shock him just for looking in the fridge for something to eat? Matt was rapidly loosing whatever patience he had left with his brother. He had thought before that perhaps he really shouldn't be all that mad with Timothy. After all, he only seemed to be doing all this because his father was allowing him to do it. Or even at his fathers insistence. So really, he should be angry at his father for everything.

And he had even thought that by now, maybe he could have found a way to stop all of his. Something that could have made them all stop and explain what was going on, or put a stop to whatever was going on altogether. But unfortunately, nothing had come to mind, even though Matt had plenty of time to think about it.

No longer hungry, Matt slammed the fridge door closed, enjoying the heavy and loud slamming sound, the force enough to make the whole thing shake a little. Feeling calmer, Matt left the kitchen and headed back to his room.

His brother was nowhere to be seen, and Matt felt slightly disappointed. But he was relieved at the same time though. If his brother showed his face now, he'd probably smack him in the chops. As he walked down the empty halls, he realised that he was half hard, and the device was lighting up again through his jeans.

A dull glow emanated through his jeans as the front of the material bulged out just slightly. It wasn't exactly a noticeable thing, but if you did happen to look, it wasn't that hard to miss once you saw it.

With a frustrated sigh he slammed his bedroom door closed and sat himself down on his bed. His hard on was starting to go full mast without any kind of self manipulation, and the glow began to intensify. The stupid device was now glowing very obviously though his pants, making it look like he was wearing raver underpants or something.

Matt slowly lowered himself onto his back and wrapped his arms over his head, clouding his vision with darkness as he tried to ignore his throbbing four incher trapped in his jeans. Normally, he would have just pulled the blankets over himself and take care of it, but he knew that the chastity device would shock him if he got too close to climax.

A week without pawing was hard for some people, and torture to most young men. Especially for some young men who were used to spanking it multiple times a day. And once you were used to doing something that, it became a very hard habit to break. Matt was trying very hard to ignore his urges, but with his pent up body demanding release, it was making it hard for him to sleep at night. And the lack of sleep was making him more irritable. And knowing he couldn't do anything about it, was taking its toll on him.

And now it was Sunday. According to the the two big men, Michael and Trent, who came around for these 'procedures', Matt only had two left to go. And today, the next one, whatever that was, was going to be done to him in a few hours. He had absolutely no idea what was going to be done to him, but he was sure he wasn't going to like it.

And those few hours seemed to pass by pretty quickly. Even though Matt hoped that he would be spared whatever would happen to him that day, the hour of doom crept up on him before he knew it. It was possible he had fallen asleep and hadn't realised it. When he had only an hour before hand, Matt heard something on the floor of his room and realised that Timothy walked in.

Matt didn't bother to lock his door anymore. His brother had the key, and his father had threatened to remove the door altogether if Matt complained about it, or if he had tried to block access to his room.

"Matt" Timothy said slowly as he stood in the doorway. Matt slowly removed his arm from his head and turned in the direction of his brother, but he didn't say anything as he looked at him. Timothy stood in the doorway with the remote for the device in his hand, and the keys to Matt's plugbelt in his other hand.

"Dad called. He'll be here before the guys get here, and I have to get you ready for the procedure" Timothy said carefully, like he was trying not to anger his brother anymore. Matt wasn't buying that his brother would doing it out of Matt's best interest, more like he was afraid Matt would actually do something to him. "You have to take a shower and get yourself cleaned up for this one" Timothy said. "and he's got some special cleaning products you have to use" he pointed out.

"Do I still have to be plugged up for this?" Matt asked in a sour voice as he looked back up at the ceiling. "or are you going to tell them that I threatened you a gain?" he said.

"Matt..."Timothy said slowly, but Matt suddenly sat up so fast that Timothy almost jumped out of the doorway in surprise. For a moment, Timothy thought that Matt was going to punch him, or tackle him to the ground and lay waste to him. But neither of that happened.

"I don't want to hear it" Matt said as he grabbed the keys from his brothers h and. "you sold me out last week, and you've been treating me like crap since all this started. And now you go and shock me for no reason. I don't want your apologies" Matt said angrily.

"Matt, don't get angry" Timothy warned as the keys were snatched from his hands. He quickly held the remote up, but he found himself faltering under his brothers angry glare. He fumbled his fingers against the remote, and found that they were shaking so much he almost dropped the device to the ground.

"Timothy, I don't want to hear it" Matt said to his brother as he stared him down. "All you have done is abuse me, and humiliate me. The only thing your sorry about, is that you could get your ass kicked for it" he said as he literally stared his brother into the opposite wall.

"You sold me out last week, and you've been treating me like shit since. I don't deserve this" he growled as he clenched the keys in his hands. Timothy actually trembled a bit as he felt for sure this time Matt would punch him. "Now, leave me the hell alone before I do something I'm going to pay for" he promised as he stepped away from his cowering brother and headed to the bathroom.

Timothy watched his brother walk past, panting slightly as he tried to get his heartbeat back under control. But whatever feelings he had of being sorry towards his brother were rapidly starting to vanish. Yes, he did come to realise he was sorry for making his brother perform stupid dances and beg to be allowed to use the toilet, and he was kind of sorry to shock him just because he opened the fridge and didn't know he wasn't permitted. But now those feelings were being replaced by an anger for his brother that he hadn't felt before.

An anger that told him that his brother was not meant to speak to him like that. An anger that told him he shouldn't be treated like the weakling. An anger that told him that he had momentarily lost control and that he should get it back quickly. An anger that was telling him that his brother should know his place.

It made him angry that his brother still held himself in such high regard , hold such high self pride and believe he was still superior to him because he was the older brother. Matt had no right to speak to him on equal footing, like they were actually equals.

That anger did surprise Timothy as he heard the bathroom door close and he found his hand clenching around the remote and shaking in fury. As he slowly calmed himself down, he wondered why he was thinking that about his older brother, and where it had come from.

And he wondered why he was so turned on by the thought that his brother needed to be beneath him.

In the bathroom, Matt thought that he would calm down while being able to take a decent shower. He had unlocked his belt and, gratefully, removed the huge plug that had been lodged inside of him. The plug was cleaned off and put aside as he removed the rest of his clothing, somewhat calmer after somewhat venting to his brother.

Since he and his brother shared the bathroom, they each had a side of the bathroom cabinets to share. Timothy's side, was now locked. They cabinets now had keyholes on each door, and each one was locked very securely. If Matt wanted to get in, he'd probably have to break the door open.

His side had been emptied of everything that he used to have in there. In shock and surprise, Matt saw that his regular cleaning products, not top of the line, but a good grade of line, were all replaced by a bare minimum of items.

A toothbrush, toothpaste, one block of soap, a body wash, a shampoo and a conditioner. Six items all lined up in blank but clearly labelled bottles. Matt found his shoulders slumping as he realised that his father had once again changed something in his life without telling him about it. With a defeated sigh and a defeated feeling inside of him, Matt turned the shower on and stepped in.

The cleaning goods that Matt had to use were rather heavy duty stuff, stuff he had never encountered before. And since they provided no comfort whatsoever, he found it surprising that he had never heard of them before.

The shampoo felt like gravel in his hair, and the conditioner stung his skin like a bleaching agent. The body wash tingled in an unpleasant way, and the soap scratched at him like a rough washing cloth. Whatever this stuff was, it was designed to clean him without making him feel good about it.

With the worst shower of his life over with, he turned off the water, feeling his whole body tingle and throb as if he had been smacked around with a bottle of bleach. As he stepped out of the shower, he couldn't help but see himself in the mirror, the device around his limp cock standing out like a beacon at sea.

He had always been embarrassed about his small length, especially once he had hit puberty. And unlike the other boys in his school, it didn't get any bigger. The rest of his body developed and gave him that sleek slender build that drove other people to drool, but the most important bits of his anatomy simply refused to grow up. And now to have this further humiliation on him, made him want to break down in tears over the whole thing.

But tears would do him no good. His father had never liked seeing him cry, and it wasn't in the way that required comfort. To his father, crying was a sign of weakness. Timothy, if Matt had to think about it, hadn't cried to his father in years, and that was probably why Thomas had always looked down at his eldest son when he made his feelings known.

Matt had come out to his father when he was fourteen, because he was confused about what he liked. He had found himself having 'urges' around the other boys in his locker room over a few days period. And he didn't know who else to speak to it about. Gayness wasn't exactly approved of in schools, and Matt thought that if his friends knew about it, it would give them likeness to pick on him and abuse him like the other fat boys and girls in the class.

So, hoping that his father would have been able to provide some comfort and explain a few things, Matt had owned up to his father about how he thought he might be gay.

His father had not taken the news well, shouting at his son about how he could be like that, and how he could possibly have gay urges and had thrown him out of the office without mercy. Matt had run back to his room purely out of fear from how angry his father looked and ended up crying on the bed for the majority of the night.

Neither his brother, nor his father had asked him if he was ok about the whole ordeal. Timothy had found out his brother was gay after a while, but had not once offered support. He had expected it in turn on occasion though, and would go complaining to his father when Matt wouldn't offer comfort back to him. The yelling and shouting down about how he was ungrateful always ended up with Matt crying about being so dejected, which in turn made his father shout louder.

No, tears were no good around his father, or his brother.

As Matt towelled himself off, the feelings of depression that were starting to sink into him were suddenly blocked. A thought had just occurred to him, without him thinking about it, that he should have had a week ago. The solution to his problem had been right in his computer desk the entire time, and he had completely forgotten about it.

"How could I have been so stupid?" he thought to himself as he dropped the towel onto the floor. How had he forgotten the one thing that was guaranteed to get him out of all this? He quickly grabbed his towel back up and hurriedly finished drying himself off. He had to force himself to slow down in order to plug himself back up. Just in case the men wanted to have another reason to 'discipline him'. If he could get to his desk before they arrived....

By the time he had redressed himself and put the plug back inside him, which still felt like it was forcing itself in his stretched out insides, Timothy was knocking on the door to tell him they had arrived.

Matt felt a chill run down his spine at his brothers words. He had no time to do it. And even if he went back to his room, he was sure they'd just drag him into his fathers office without letting him have his chance to explain himself. And he doubted that if they had to drag him into the office, they would be happy with what he had to say.

He felt his body tremble as he left the bathroom and silently made his way to his fathers office. He decided that he would wait until after this so called treatment, and debate on what to do after it. But the thought of his salvation didn't stop his hands from shaking.

His father was there, sitting behind his desk looking at his computer screen. The two gentlemen, Trent the Dalmatian and Michael the Bull, both standing there in their black and white suits. Matt was slightly surprised to see that the massage table wasn't there. Instead, there was one of those weird posture chairs that you had to kneel on with no back. He shivered a bit, wondering what they planned to do with it.

Timothy was there as well, the tougher but more muscled Flamedramon standing near his fathers desk, the remote in his hands. Even from the doorway, Matt could see three of the four numbers had been punched in already. One more....

"I'll rip his fucking head off when all this is over" Matt thought to himself, his anger rising again.

"Good to see you again sport" Michael said with a pleasant smile on his face as he saw Matt walk in. "How are we this week? Have you been behaving like a good boy?" he asked. The look on his face suggested that the big bull was expecting a glowing report, and that he preferred that over the actual truth.

But Matt found himself faltering under the spotlight as he tried to speak. He had no idea where to start, or what he could be sure about that Michael wasn't going to beat him up over.

"He has" Timothy said quickly before Matt could speak, which made everyone turn to look at him, their father included. "He's been behaving. I haven't had any problems" he said, somewhat convincingly.

The room suddenly went rather quiet as everyone looked at Timothy with bated breath. Everyone there was thinking the same thing. Not that if it was true, but if Michael was going to accept it?

"Good" Michael said with a pleasant smile across his face, and everyone seemed to relax. Matt looked surprised at his brother, wondering just why he had not told them about Matt being angry that day for shocking him. But the surprise was quickly gone as Trent was opening his briefcase once more, and Matt felt the shivers run down his spine.

"I don't think we need to worry about holding up the procedure today" Thomas said as he sat back in his office chair. He wiped a strand of his white hair from his face as he looked back at the computer. "Matt knows why your here, so you might as well get started."

"What are you going to do to me now?" Matt asked in a low voice. The chair was confusing, and the briefcase hid whatever was inside from his view.

"Part four of your little treatments" Michael said with a pleasant smile as he rubbed his large hands together. But Matt knew the pleasant smile meant nothing. Michael may have seemed friendly and acted like someone's big friendly brother or uncle, but he was just as evil as his partner. That had already been proven.

"Now, this week, the treatment is going to teach you about posture" Michael explained as he gestured to the chair. "Most boys your age don't realise it, but a lot of problems stem from bad posture and body movements. Particularly in the neck and shoulder regions. And they aren't aware that sitting at a computer wrong for hours on end will be such a cause of problems down the road."

"Now, if we can secure those areas of the body, then they help to put your spine into alignment. Plus, good posture looks good on a well behaved young man on probation" he explained. "So, once we get you rigged up and underway, you'll be standing straight and proud in no time."

"So what are you going to do to me?" Matt asked again, a little louder. "That doesn't' explain anything. And what do you mean rigged?"

"Actually, it does. Your just not listening" Trent said as he looked over at Michael. "Put him on the chair will you? I really don't like being around this little smart ass any longer then I have too" he said rather blatantly. The remark made Timothy giggle somewhat, and Matt wanted to hit him. Although he wasn't sure who first.

"Come along sport" Michael said with a smile as he gestured to the chair. "this won't take long, and it is going to help you out. And I'll show you what I mean by rigged" he said, before his expression darkened. It was somewhat startling to see how his kindly and friendly face could suddenly become cold and heartless so quickly. "Or do we need to punish you again?"

Matt remembered the hard heavy spanking he had received from the bull. Fifty spanks, bare handed from blows that felt like he was being struck by a cricket bat. The number had been a suggestion of his brother, and Timothy had counted each one without fail.

And Matt had cried the entire night from a backside that felt like it was on fire. He could barely get up in the morning from how horrible he had been feeling, and neither his brother nor his father seemed to even want to check on him. Swallowing a lump that hat crawled up his throat, Matt didn't say anything but he did feel himself turn a colour paler as he knelt himself onto the chair.

"Now, remove your shirt and sit up straight for us. And don't struggle" Michael said. Matt said nothing as he removed his shirt and folded it overt his legs. Michael placed his hands on Matt's shoulders and gave them a squeeze.

"I see you used the new cleaning products" the bull said with a grin upon his face as he squeezes Matt's shoulder more firmly. "They are good aren't they? Sadly they're not very comfortable, but you can see the results for yourself as is" he said with an approving node. "After all, we can't have our little helpees looking like crap, now can we?"

Trent then pulled out something that looked like a pile of leather and chains from the briefcase. Whatever it was, it sent a chill down Matt's spine. It looked like some kind of ....harness? It then struck him that when they said 'Rigged', they meant literally.

"What is that?" Timothy asked as he put the device down on the desk. Matt saw the screen flicker and the numbers vanished, obviously a time out system installed. So now the threat was gone, but it seemed that Timothy didn't notice. He breathed a light sigh of relief to know that, but he almost chocked when Trent spoke again.

"It's a harness system designed to restrain him."

"A what?" Matt asked as he looked over his shoulder, but Michael grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to look to the ground. Matt offered no resistance as he felt those huge thick fingers clench around his neck so quickly, and they squeezed as if they were ready to snap. He gulped as quietly as he could and felt himself tremble even though he tried to keep still.

"I don't mind slapping a boy to make him listen to reason" Michael said in Matt's ear. "So shut up and stay still, or you're leaving here with a face as bruised as your ass was" Michael said with a pleasant smile on his face, but the message was anything but. "Or, I can do both to you. Your choice."

Matt chanced a glance at his father as he had a sudden urge to start crying, but the older Flamedramon had said nothing to the treatment, nor to the apparent threat that had just been spoken. His silence being taken as an agreement, Matt looked down at the floor as the men went about setting up the harness for Matt's latest treatment.

The shoulder harness consisted of large shoulder pads that covered the back of Matt's shoulders and crossed over the top of his chest. They were tight, but not uncomfortably tight. Straps ran under his armpits and were tightened up and around his arms, securing them in place. He realised the buckles were located in the back, right in the spot where his hands couldn't reach.

"Now, with the shoulder harness, it is completely water proof, so you are able to swim and shower in it. Although if you tried to swim, I'm pretty sure you'd drown, so unless your suicidal, don't do that" Trent said as he secured the buckles in place.

"Yeah. Think of how much trouble a funeral for a rule breaker like you would cost your poor father, huh sport?" Michael said wit ha smirk. Matt pursed his lips together to avoid saying something, and kept his thoughts to himself.

Once the pads were secured in place, Michael and Trent set about sliding a leather sleeve up Matt's arms. The sleeves were made of the same padded leather as the pads, but they came with several large rings on the outside.

The sleeves only came down halfway to his elbows and were attached with a set of thin but sturdy chains and leather straps. The sleeves were pulled close and tightened around his arms with the leather straps, the sleeves pulled tightly against his skin.

"Now, you won't be able to take these off, without the key for it" Trent explained. "That counts for the shoulder pads and for the sleeves. They are both specially designed to keep your back straight and aligned, and to keep your arms from going in...certain places" he added with a slight smirk across his face.

With a sudden snap a thick leather collar was snapped around Matt's neck, hugging tightly against his skin. He would have fallen from his seated position if he hadn't been held in place. With the collar hugging his neck rather snugly, he felt his heartbeat run rapidly in his chest.

He chanced a look up as he was forced back, a leather strap on the collar being forced onto the harness. His father was not looking at him, almost avoiding him on purpose, while his brother was looking on like he was watching an exquisite treat.

The whole process didn't take as long as the last one, but it felt like it was taking forever. The chains were straightened and tightened and tugged in all manner of places as it was put into place along with the rest of the restraining device. It felt like an hour or more, but in reality, the process was over within a Matter of minutes.

"There, all done. Now that wasn't so bad now was it boy?" Michael said as he finally took his hands off the boys shoulders. He dusted his hands like some professor who just wrote over a chalkboard and gave a smug grin on his face. "Up you hop. Come on, off the chair" he said, as if talking to a dog.

Matt slowly pulled himself off the chair, suddenly aware of the extra weight that he was carrying on his shoulders. The harness didn't look like it weighed much, but the extra weight was indeed there.

But he was aware of the extra affect almost at once as he felt himself almost pulled up straight back as if he was being pulled by someone. His back straightened and his shoulders were pulled back, almost as if he was displaying what meagre pectorals he did have. His stomach was pushed forward slightly, his hips pointing forward as he seemed to bend backwards enough to be noticeable.

And his neck was pushed back as well, his head held up and his chin held high. He felt that if he looked at himself, he would be standing in a state of self pride. Almost at once he felt a dull ache start to form as his neck was pushed into a position it hadn't been in before.

"Try it out. Move your arms. Go on, we just took several minutes putting that you. The least you can do is try it out" Trent ordered sharply. Matt jumped slightly from the sudden outburst, but he didn't seem to move fast enough as Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a large pen.

With a flick of his wrist, the pen extended to a yard in length, turning the small item into a wicked looking stiff rod. Matt felt himself shiver as he stared at the thin but deadly looking rod.

"This Matt, is called a pocket tawse" Michael explained as he waved it in front of Matt's face slowly. "It's like an extendible baton, but its made of specially woven fibres and leather. See, if I was to whip" he said, suddenly snapping it in the air, and the air was broken by a very loud and sharp swishing sound. "you anywhere on your body, it would hurt like hell, but it wouldn't leave a mark" he said as he pointed it at Matt's nose.

"So, I suggest you try out the restraints, or I'll let you find out how badly this will hurt, and there won't be a mark on your body to prove I did anything" he threatened.

Matt struggled to not whimper as he moved his arms slowly away from his body, and was shocked to find that he couldn't' move them very far. As he started to panic about his new found restraints, his arms moved quicker as he bent himself over and pushed his shoulders around.

The restraints didn't actually make his movements any harder, they just pulled him back to keep him in place when he stopped moving. And his arm movement was restricted as to where he could actually move them.

He wasn't able to lift them far up above his head, or right behind his back. And his hands couldn't move any closer then a few inches towards his crotch.

The device had effectively restrained his arms from touching his crotch or his backside in any way. And it wouldn't let him go anywhere near the collar around his neck, or to the parts where the key holes and buckles were.

"There. Now your a good harnessed up boy" Trent said with a smirk as he snapped his briefcase shut. "And no smart ass remarks this week. Almost a shame. I was looking forward to smacking your ass around again" he admitted.

"Well, we can't get everything we want" Michael said as he picked up the chair. "Besides, maybe next week we'll actually have to do some punishment. I wonder if the sport here can go another week without cumming. How is that going anyway?" he said as he looked at Matt. "How does it feel to not be able to play with such a pathetic little prick?"

Having to stand there, harnessed and humiliated and now degraded, Matt was finding it harder and harder to keep the tears at bay. His father was offering no support, and his brother seemed to be turned on seeing his older sibling trussed up like some prized animal.

"Oh well. I'm sure it must be a relief to not have to bother with such a pathetic little thing. I bet you can't cum more then a few drops with the size of those marbles you call balls" Michael said with a smirk across as his face as he turned to Matt's father. "So, same time next week?" he asked Thomas.

"Yes, next Sunday is fine. It would be nice to have all this unpleasantness behind us" Thomas said with a nod as he stepped out from behind his desk. "I would much rather have this embarrassment behind us all, which hopefully will be over with come next weekend" he said. "And by the way..." he said as he held his hand out.

"Oh yes" Michael said as he placed a key in Thomas' hand. "The harness is now set up as one solid piece, and to unlock it, you unlock the lock behind the collar. The other pieces can be removed after the central lock is undone. That opens it up to allow you to remove it."

"It is safe for him to wear 24/7 and you can wash him in it as well. I'd just take a hose to him and spray him down that way. Would save a lot of hassle" Trent said as he picked up briefcase, looking like he was ready to leave.

"Understandable" Thomas said as he pocketed the key. Matt saw that there was only key, and now his father had it. For whatever reason, Timothy didn't have one. And Matt could only guess hat because his father hadn't bothered to undo anything on him for the last couple of weeks, he probably had no plans to do it any time soon.

And speaking of his brother, Timothy was standing there with another very large lump in his pants, his hand in his pocket and he was obviously squeezing it. He was almost panting and it made Matt sick to his stomach to see his brother literally getting off on the situation.

Timothy was once again hard and flustered after seeing his brother semi bound by the two big men. And the way they had just forced Matt into position, treated him like some prize animal, it was making him harder by the minute. And when Michael had produced that pocket tawse and threatened Matt, it had almost made Timothy cum in his pants.

He didn't know why it turned him on so see those two have such....authority of the situation. Just the way his older brother was degraded and put down in his ...in his place. It was so exciting to see it. And no-one seemed to care that Timothy was getting his kicks out of the situation. In fact, it almost seemed like they were allowing it.

"Very well, same time next week" Trent said as he was first out of the door without a backwards glance to anyone.

"See you then kiddo" Michael said with a grin on his face. "Keep that ass out of trouble. But I hope you do. I'd like to see how badly you can squeal when I put the tawse to good use on you" he said in such a friendly manner that Matt wanted to break down and cry. The bull didn't notice, or didn't care as he left the room as well.

For a moment, all three of them were alone in the room. And for a moment, they were all silent. Timothy had gotten himself under control and was just standing there stroking himself in his pants. Matt couldn't bring his eyes up to look at either of them as he felt his face flushing with humiliation as he bent down to pick up his shirt. Thomas was the first to break the silence out of all of them.

"Well, since this week went off better then the last one, I think its time for a celebration" he said with a smile across his face as he brought his hands together. "Timothy, I'm going to take you out to Dominics' tonight" he said with a smile to his youngest son.

"Wow, dominics, really?" Timothy said, going wide eyed. Dominics was one of the best restaurants in town, and they hardly ever at there.

"Yes. I'm also inviting your uncle Aaron and your cousin Luke to come along. I thought it might be nice of the family to get together and have a nice night out" Thomas said as he put his hand on Timothy's shoulder. "Besides, you have been so good at helping your brother to behave, and to keep yourself in good spirits with everything that's been going on, I thought you deserved a treat" he said as he guided his very happy looking son out of the study.

Matt felt the urge to cry and he didn't fight it this time, now that he had no-one to see him do it. He just ran back to his room as the tears streamed down his face and he didn't stop or care if anyone heard him. Once he reached his room, he slammed the door as hard as he could. But with his new arm restraints, he could only slam it half heartedly.

Matt threw himself onto his bed and buried his head under his pillow and screamed as loudly as he could. The sound was too muffled for anyone to hear, but he didn't care. He just wanted to scream and cry and not stop. He didn't stop until his throat was raw and aching and he had no tears left to cry. How long it took though, he didn't care.

How long he laid there, he wasn't sure. He had kind of hoped that the pillow would have smothered him the loner he laid there. But sadly, it seemed fate wanted him to do it himself, and he just didn't have the strength to after crying so much for so long. The minutes ticked by slowly as he simply laid there under the pillow. He didn't even hear his brother walk into his room until Timothy spoke to him.

"Come on Matty. Your coming out to dinner with us" he said in a childish sing song voice. "come on, hop up off the bed. Don't just lie there like a silly goose."

"What?" Matt said as he pulled his head out of his pillow and looked at his brother. He voice was croaking slightly from his raw throat. If Timothy noticed, he didn't show it or seemed to care.

"Your coming to dinner with us. Didn't dad tell you?" he said with abroad grin on his face. "Come on, hop out of bed. I've got to get you dressed and looking good so you don't make us look bad at the restaurant."

"Get lost" Matt said sharply to his brother, anger rising up in his voice. "Get the hell out of here, and don't talk to me like I'm your damn dog" he said in anger.

"What?" Timothy said in surprise." Matt, your coming to dinner with us. Dad didn't ask you to come, he's telling you to come. So get off the bed and let me get you dressed" he said.

"You heard me. Get lost. I am not going anywhere dressed like this, and I am not going anywhere with you and dad. Get the hell out of my room, NOW" he shouted at his brother as he sat up on the bed like a giant cat ready to pounce.

"Matt, don't make me use this" Timothy said as a broad grin spread over his face . He pulled the remote from his pocket and brought it up to his face. But he made the mistake of looking down to input the numbers on the keypad, and before he even got to three, Matt had jumped out of bed and knocked the remote from his brothers hand.

"What are you going to do now?" Matt said to his brother in a cold tone of voice as the remote clattered to the floor. "huh? What are you going to do to me now, Timmie?" he snarled in pure anger.

Timothy was at a loss for words as he suddenly found himself without the means to control his brother, and he took a step back from the angry looking older boy in front of him. Matt gave his brother a shove against his muscled chest and then another one, pushing his brother out of the doorway.

"Matt....mat wait" Timothy pleaded as he suddenly was pushed back out into the hallway. But Matt was not listening to him, and finding himself at the end of an unrestrained brother removed whatever high and mighty feelings he had, and replaced them with fear.

"I said, get out of my room" Matt shouted at his brother when he had literally shoved his brother out into the hall. He have one hard shove with both of his hands and sent his brother toppling to the floor. With a scared look on his face, Timothy picked himself up very quickly, turned tail and ran. Matt slammed the door as hard as he was able once he had his brother out of the room before he picked up the remote from where it had fallen.

As he forced himself to calm down, Matt studied the remote. It was about the same size and shape as an iPhone, and the screen lit up once it was touched. The numerical keypad flashed before his eyes, showing him the one and only display.

It was then that he realised that he had no idea how to turn it off, or even what the numbers could possibly be. And he guessed that destroying the damn thing wouldn't do him any bit of good, considering that his father had the other remote.

His father had the other remote. He sighed a bit as he realisation hit him, but he felt slightly better that his brother was now no longer armed. He forced his hands to unclench and he let the device just drop into the waste bin beside his desk. It felt appropriate for a piece of garbage like that.

His desk!

He suddenly remembered what he had realised earlier, and that he had once again completely forgotten about. As quick as he could, he ran to the desk drawer and yanked it open. He fumbled through the scraps of paper, the pens and pencils and the assorted crap he had yet to htrow out before his hands came into contact with a thick manilla folder.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he slowly closed his fingers around the binder and held onto it tightly, feeling the weight and firmness of the papers that were contained within.

"I've got you now" he thought to himself as he felt his smile creep over his face as he had the way out right in his hands.

"Matthew, please hand me the remote, or you will be punished" he heard his father say behind him. Matt dropped the folder before he even had a chance to pull it out as he closed the drawer slowly and turned around, his heart beating slowly in fear.

His father was standing there with his own remote in his hand, holding it up to show that three numbers were already punched in, and his thumb was hovering over the fourth. And his father had a determined look on his face that gave Matt no reason not to believe the pressing of that number would be anything but an accident.

"Dad...." Matt began, but his father cut him off with his free hand.

"Matthew, hand it over, or I will continually shock you until you do" his father promised. Matt could see the look on his fathers face that the older man was going to do it. He hesitated a fraction of a second to long before his father held his hand up to push the button.

"Ok OK OK" Matt shouted out of desperation as he saw his father stop, his finger a hairs breadth from the button. Swallowing whatever pride he had left, Matt gave in, out of fear and having no choice in the Matter, he bent over and picked up the remote from the bin and handed it to his father.

"Now, Matt. I'm very disappointed in you" Thomas said as he put the remotes into his pocket, but he kept his own still in his hand. The numbers timed out and the screen flashed off. "Why don't you want to come out to dinner with me and Timothy? Is something wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Are you blind?" Matt said, unable to believe that his father was that blind to his plight. "Are you freaking kidding me? You honestly think I'm not upset about all this?" he said, finding his voice rising.

"Matthew, don't raise your voice" Thomas said sternly. Matt took a second to calm down, but only enough to lower his voice.

"Look at me dad. I'm plugged up, I'm chastised and I'm restrained. What in the world makes you think I want to go out looking like this, and for that Matter, why should I go out with you? You won't even tell me what's going on" he found himself shouting at his father by the end of his rant.

"Matt, please do not shout" his father said firmly, not looking impressed at his sons behaviour. "or, I'm going to shock you" he promised. "Now, settle down and talk to me like a good boy."

"Dad, I'm not going out like this. I don't care, I'm putting my foot down" he said to his father, but his voice had dropped in volume. "I've had it. Go ahead and shock me. That'll just prove you don't care about me" he shouted again. "I'm not doing anything until you give me some answers, so you might as well punish me."

"Matt, I have told you before. This is for your own good. This is all to help boys like you, on probation, get back into the real world with a chance at making a fresh start" he said. "And please do not think for one second that I am not capable of caring about you."

"Look, I know things have been difficult since you got into trouble, and I am sorry that I am forcing you into a situation that you are uncomfortable with" he continued. "But, believe me. You are not making things any easier on me by taking it out on your brother, who in all honestly is being rather fair about all of this."

"Dad, you cannot be serious. What about all..." Matt began, but his father cut him off.

"Matt, we are going to go out to dinner tonight, and I do not want any trouble from you" he said. "I'm going to forgive your outburst for now, but if you cause any more trouble, I will be forced to take measures, by which I mean I will shock you, or I will punish you firmly" he said. "Michael left me with a pocket tawse, and I will not hesitate to use it."

"Dad...just tell me what's going on. Please..." Matt began as he felt the tears start to run down his cheeks again. He was surprised he actually had any left at this stage.

"Now, Matt, if your willing to listen to me, I will offer you a deal" Thomas said, which made Matt stand up a little straighter, if possible, in surprise.

"What kind of deal?" Matt asked cautiously. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to listen to it.

"If you can go through dinner tonight, without causing trouble, answering back or making any kind of fuss, then I will sit down with you and answer anything you want, no matter what you ask" His father said.

"You...you really mean that?" Matt asked after a few moments to wipe his eyes. He wasn't even sure if his father meant it, or if he really wanted to believe it.

"Yes Matt, I do. I promise" Thomas said as he put his own remote into his pocket. He let Matt stand there shivering and rubbing his eyes dry before he walked up to him. Matt recoiled slightly, but he was pulled into a sudden and very warm hug.

"I do love you Matt. Please do not forget that. I know this is difficult for you, but please trust me, this is for the best" he said before he pulled away, holding onto his sons shoulders. "Matt, you are my son, and that won't change. Please, remember that I love you, and I always will" he said before he patted his son on the cheek before he let his son go and he left the room.

Matt stood there for several long moments as he heard what his father had just said. First his father promised to answer his questions, and then he said that he still loved him. And he had sounded quite sincere about it as well.

But his father did admit he was making Matt go through all this, and there was no doubt in Matt's mind that his father was willing to punish him at any given time.

As he stood there, he couldn't help but feel the doubt begin to creep into his mind at what was going on. Maybe his father really did love him, and what was happening to him was really the best thing for him. Maybe he had it all wrong to begin with. But then again...

"Maybe...maybe I should just go out to dinner" he said to himself as he made his decision. "Maybe.... maybe I should just give them a chance" he thought to himself as he decided to get ready for dinner.

His shower was much quicker this time around, since he had taken one earlier. He did not bother with the heavy duty products this time around, just wanting to feel the hot water beat over his skin. The leather restraints on his body were surprisingly durable, not soaking up the water or seeming to hold any moisture at all, which made towelling himself off though difficult, but easier.

But when he stepped into his bedroom, he found Timothy sitting on the bed beside a pile of clothing. For a moment, neither brother spoke before Timothy stood up from the bed.

"Matt" Timothy began before his brother began to speak. "Dad wants me to forgive you for your outburst, and I'm willing to do it" he said as he looked at his brother. "And I'm willing to overlook the fact that you put your hands on me, and treated me unfairly. And I will forget about it, because you are my older brother."

"But, if you do that to me again, dad has given me permission to kick the crap out of you, or to use this" he said as he pulled a pocket tawse from his pocket. Matt stared at it in disbelief. When the hell had Michael given those out? "And trust me, I will. Because I don't need a remote to make you submit again."

"you wouldn't" Matt said in a flat voice to his brother.

"I would Matt" Timothy said as he cracked his knuckled in front of his brother, then flicked the tawse to its full length. "And I might bring my friends over to help. Dad said I could do that too" he said with a grin on his face. "And I know they wouldn't mind seeing you dance again."

Matt had no reason to believe him, but in the last few weeks, his father had been taking his brothers side, and that face alone made him say nothing to his brothers threat. His father earlier had said that he loved him, but now he had apparently given his younger brother leeway over him.

"Now, I know dad made a promise to you, so I'm going to be a nice little brother to my big brother" he said with a smirk. "If you behave tonight like dad asked you too, I'll turn the chastity device off" he said.

"Wait...you'd do that?" Matt said in surprise.

"Yes. If you can go through tonight and be a good boy, I'll let you whack off tonight" Timothy said. "But, you have to also wear what I picked out for you too. No questions asked. If you don't, deals off" Timothy said as he pushed past his brother.

Matt didn't see it, but his brother was smirking to himself as he walked down the hall. To assert his dominance over his brother once more, was giving him another hardon. And he wanted to savour the feeling of holding all the cards in his hand. He quickly hurried to his room in order to take care of his business, knowing that his brother was unable to was especially satisfying.

Matt however, was not feeling so good when he saw what Timothy had picked out for him.

A pair of thin black dress pants that were a size too small and hugged his legs. His shirt was white and short sleeved, and his tie was bright pink. Everything was a full size too small for him, and it hugged against his body.

The worst part, was that Timothy had not picked out underwear for him to wear, and it was obvious he was going commando under the pants. His shoes were a size too small as well, and his socks had holes in them.

The worst part he decided to revalue, after realising that anyone looking at him could see that he was wearing the restraints on his arms and shoulders. And his new collar would be completely noticeable as well.

"Please, don't let me get hard tonight" Matt whispered as he hung his head in his hands. "Please, if I do even slightly, everyone is going to see it" he said with a shudder up his back. And the very thought of being out in public with a glowing hardon was likely to kill him with embarrassment.

But at least Dominics was a high class restaurant with food that would knock your socks off. Perhaps the night would end on a positive note, if he was given answers and allowed to pleasure himself. But if Matt knew what kind of night he was going to have, he would have stayed home.

His uncle Aaron and his cousin Luke were both Flamedramon like Matt and his family, Aaron looking a lot like his brother and Luke looking like a smaller version of his father. Both Aaron and Luke had bright white hair, and Luke was built more like his cousin Timothy. Matt was the only 'thin' member of his family.

Matt had little to do with his uncle and his cousin other then the occasional family dinner they had together, and his cousin had always found his brother more of an interest to him then Matt did. And Matt could never put his finger on it, but something about Luke made him feel...uneasy.

"Matthew, its good to see you again" Aaron said as they met in the carpark of Dominics. "You're looking...well" he said, his eyes looking at the exposed leather sleeves of Matt's restraints.

"Thank you uncle Aaron. Its good to see you again" Matt said as calmly as he could. He heard his cousin snigger at his outfit. Matt resisted the urge to hit him, considering that all four of them were all dressed in rather smart casual with not a single tie between them. He was the only one that stood out in the group.

"Come on everyone. Time for dinner" Thomas said as he ushered them all into the restaurant. But he held Matt back and leaned in to him, his hand squeezing down on his shoulder rather firmly.

"Remember, no Matter what happens" he said firmly to his son. Matt nodded, wondering just what was going on for the night. Was his father hinting the the dinner was more then just a family occasion? But when his father let go of his shoulder, Matt followed obediently behind him, hoping to get the night over with and perhaps at least enjoy himself.

They ended up with a table that had a very good view of the outside gardens of the restaurant. There were no menus on the table, and it seemed that Thomas had already ordered for them all. There were two bottles of wine on the table, and glasses of soft drink in front of Luke's and Timothy's seats.

There was only plain water at Matt's. His stomach fell a little at the sight, but he remembered his deal and he said nothing about it as he took his seat.

"Well, this is a nice table indeed" Aaron said as they took their seats. Matt ended up sitting between his father and his brother, his cousin directly opposite from him. He suddenly felt small and exposed as he wondered what they were going to eat.

"I thought it might be nice for a good setting for tonight. after all, we do have something to celebrate" Thomas said. "After all, things are going well for all of us" he admitted, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Is this when you announce that your going to sell Matt into slavery?" Luke asked with a smirk on his face. Silence rang around the table for several moments, no one daring to speak as they all looked at Luke before Thomas looked at his nephew.

"No" he said firmly. "Whatever is happening with Matt, which I'm sure you don't understand fully, I would never sell my son into slavery" Thomas said as he poured himself a glass of wine. "I know that slavery is now considered legal in most states, but I would never stand for making a profit from my son in that such a way, so please do not suggest something like that again."

"Sorry uncle" Luke said, but the look that he gave Matt made Matt feel as if Luke was blaming him for getting his facts wrong. Matt felt himself shrink in his cousins angry glare and he looked down at his hands, hoping they'd provide a distraction.

"What I was going to say" Thomas said as he poured a glass for his brother. " before I was interrupted is that construction on my new warehouse has finished earlier then I expected. We will be starting real work on Monday after getting all stock for the business in by the weekend."

"Well, that's good news" Aaron said, looking pleased. Thomas nodded with a smile as the boys all felt bored by the talk.

"Indeed. And, as promised, Luke is permitted to work for me on weekends and during school holidays, and after school if he wishes" Thomas said. "also, as discussed, he'll be able to help out with that other thing."

"You mean the one suggested by the company you went through?" Aaron asked. Thomas nodded. Timothy and Luke looked at each other, but from the looks on their faces neither of them knew what they were talking about.

"Yes. That was arranged as well" Thomas said with a firm nod. "Now, lets just enjoy our evening. You and I can talk business another time" Thomas said as he closed the discussion.

"So, when can I start work?" Luke asked his uncle.

"Next weekend" Thomas said as he sat back in his chair. A waiter appeared and handed out a plate of small assorted crackers and butter in front of everyone. Everyone but Matt. The waiter didn't even look at him and left without a word.

"The reason being" Thomas said, seeing the look on his nephews face, "is that this week all we'll be doing is receiving orders and and stock, needing to fill the warehouse of goods before we can start shipping them out" he said. "after all, you can't learn real work if there's none for you to do."

"my new warehose manager, and overseer, Spencer, is a new man, but he's qualified in all the places I'm interested in. He'll be your boss, and you'll be reporting directly to him " Thomas said to Luke. "and I will not be treating you any different then any of my regular workers."

"I was really looking forward to starting this weekend" Luke protested, and he looked rather disappointed to the news.

"I know. But there would have been nothing for you to do. We haven't finalised everything. But once this Sunday comes around, everything is going to fall into place" Thomas said.

"Well, congratulations on everything going smoothly ahead" Aaron said to his brother with a nod as they both toasted each other with their wine glasses. The glasses clinked, the sounds lost in the many sounds of the patrons eating, talking and clinking cutlery on plates.

Luke and Timothy began a conversation with themselves, both keeping their voices low as they didn't want to be disturbed. Thomas and Aaron were discussing their own business, and no-one seemed interested in talking to Matt.

The time between the mini starters and their mains seemed to take an age, and without a watch or a clock on the wall, Matt didn't know how long it was lasting. He just looked at his thumbs, feeling the restraints on his body keep him sitting up and back in his chair.

"How am I going to last at this rate?" Matt thought to himself as he stared at his empty space between his cutlery. His glass of water stood staring at him, almost seeming to mock him while his uncle and father drank their wine and his cousin and brother drank their soft drinks.

He heard his name dropped a few times, but everyone just spoke as if he wasn't there. Like he was some little kid or a pet that was only there for show. He held his hands in his lap and rubbed his thumbs together slowly, wishing the night would just hurry up so they could go home.

Being able to have his questions asked felt like a better priority then getting his rocks off, but he couldn't deny that it would be nice to satisfy himself after so long. Although he didn't dare linger on the thoughts of a promising masturbation session, feeling his crotch throb slightly. It took all his willpower to stop himself from getting any harder.

His mood started to uplift when the main course was delivered to the table. The smell fo the food met their noses before they even saw the plates. And if the smell was anything to go by, the food had to be damn good.

Thomas was given a very large t-bone steak with a side of ketchup infused chips, drizzled over with a peeled grape sauce.

Aaron was giving a corn fed chicken breast, sitting on a mound of mashed sweet potato swirls and accompanied by a thick mushroom and onion sauce.

Luke was given a slice of pork belly sitting on a patch of caramelised peas and onions, sprinkled over with a helping of fancy herbs.

Timothy was given a slice of chicken Kiev, the crumbed chicken fillet sliced in half and sitting in front of a pile of golden hot chips.

Matt was given a bowl of porridge topped with a hand full of sultanas.

He felt his stomach sink and his heart fall as he stared at the bland helping of food that was placed before him. He stared at it in disbelief, hoping that each time he blinked it would be replaced by something that was actually edible. But each blink was incredibly disappointing, and he couldn't help but look at the very good food his family members were now digging into.

"Is there something wrong Matt?" Aaron asked as he saw the look on Matt's face.

"I hate sultanas. And why am I getting porridge?" Matt wanted to ask his uncle. He had hated sultanas since he was a little kid and he had to eat them for breakfast in his cereal and for his school lunches. And porridge had to be disgusting if it wasn't made with milk and butter to make it taste better.

But when he looked up at his uncle, his uncle was wearing the same expression that his father was. That it was not a question he was asked, but it more like an order that he wasn't allowed to complain about.

"No...nothings wrong uncle" Matt said slowly as he picked up his spoon. With a satisfied nod Aaron picked p his knife and began to slice up his chicken while the rest of them began to dig into their food further.

There wasn't much talk between the family members as they all ate their food, and what little talk was being said was mostly about how good their food was. But Matt found himself without an appetite as the bland porridge tasted like mushy sawdust and the sultanas tasted rotten like they always did for him.

No-one seemed interested, or surprised that Matt was given such a dissatisfying meal, and Matt had to hold back his tears again as he realised that it was all planned out. his father had to have ordered the food beforehand, and this was not a mistake on his part. This was deliberate, and Matt had to fight the urge in burying his spoon in his fathers hand.

This was obviously part of the test his father must have set up, for the deal. And if eating something as bland as this while seeing his family eat the better available food, then Matt would have to swallow his pride, what little he had left, and deal with it.

He took a deep breath and began to eat. The damn porridge was stone cold and had zero taste. The sultanas tasted foul to him and he head to fight to keep them down. But he didn't say or do anything to protest as he kept his mind focused on his promised deal. To his credit, he even scraped the last residue off the bottom o f his bowl.

It took a while for the others to finish, and they just let Matt sit in silence, enjoying the after taste of their good meal. Blatantly ignoring Matt and his sad meal, they all discussed how good each of their own meals had been. The four of them seemed to be having a good time, and even seemed willing to let Matt just sit there and be ignored.

Finally, dessert arrived and everyone else perked up as the waiters served them all thick slabs of chocolate cake. A layer of dark chocolate sponge, a middle layer of thick creamy milk chocolate mousse, a top layer of dark chocolate sponge, and each layer filled with white chocolate cream and covered in white chocolate icing and drizzled with milk chocolate flakes.

Matt stared in disbelief as he was given a single scoop of ice cream on a little coffee saucer with a teaspoon beside it. It looked like something you would feed a baby. In disbelief, Matt picked up the spoon and dug it into the ice cream. The damn thing was frozen solid, and looked like the ice cream had melted and refrozen over.

"Now this is what I call chocolate cake" Luke said with a grin as Timothy gave a muffled agreement, his mouth already full of cake. Aaron and Thomas chuckled as Timothy had to fight to swallow his cake so he could talk as they began to savour their exquisite desserts.

No-one paid any attention to Matt's sorry servings, nor did they show any interest in him.

By the time the meal was over, Matt was starting to feel like he was just some trophy pet that was allowed to come along for the ride. No=one had talked to him, and no-one had bothered to see how he was holding up. All anyone wanted to talk about was Thomas' new warehouse and Luke's new job that was coming up.

The desserts over with, Thomas ordered coffee for himself and his brother, getting his son and nephew refills on their drinks. When Luke asked for a cocktail and Timothy asked for one too, Thomas gladly ordered them two of the biggest brightly covered drinks Matt had ever seen on a table before. The look of delight on his brothers face and his cousins showed how much they enjoyed being spoiled like that.

When Matt was simply handed another glass of water, he suddenly couldn't stand being at the table. His stomach started to violently surge and he clapped a hand over his mouth. He closed his eyes and forced himself to swallow it back down as his stomach tried to force up what he had just eaten. Matt realised he had to get away from the table as quickly as he could.

"May I be excused to go to the bathroom before we leave?" Matt asked his father as he pulled his hand away from his face. Thomas looked over at him as he set his coffee cup down, but didn't seem fazed by Matt's pale colour.

"Of course Matt. Don't be too long" Thomas said to him. "Do you need the key?" he asked.

"No sir" Matt said in a low voice as he stood up. He felt his legs shake a bit, but he didn't dare stop as he turned and quickly made his way to the bathrooms. He pushed the door open and found the room empty of anyone else.

His stomach no longer holding back, Matt went over to the sink basin and emptied his stomach of its contents. Unable to handle the situation, mixed with the vile food had taken its toll on him and his stomach simply couldn't hold it in. He fumbled for the tap and turned on the water, the stream of cold liquid helping to wash the now rancid food down the plug.

"Oh god, I don't think I can do this" Matt said to himself as he hung his head over the basin, a few strands of dirty saliva dripping into the running water. He watched with a sick feeling in his stomach as the dregs vanished down the plug hole.

He collected some of the clear water in his hand and splashed it over his face and into his open mouth. He rinsed and gargled somewhat to get the foul taste from his mouth, before shutting off the tap.

Slowly, he stood up and took a few deep breaths, feeling a bit better. But not by much. Feeling like he was able to go back out and face his family, he grabbed a towel and dragged it over his face, feeling the softness of the material as the door behind him swung open.

Luke stepped into the bathroom , shutting the door behind him as he saw his cousin standing there with his face covered. He said nothing as he walked up behind Matt. Matt didn't see him until he turned around and was so surprised he almost jump up into he air, the towel landing on the ground.

"Jesus, Luke. Don't sneak up on me like that" he said as he took a few deep breaths. Luke said nothing as he gave his cousin a look. "Luke, what ...what are you staring at?" Matt asked as he took a step backwards, not sure why.

"I want to see it" Luke said as a slow grin began to creep over his face.

"See...it?" Matt asked, feeling confused. "See..what do you want to see?"

"Your baby dick. I want to see what they did to it" Luke said firmly as he pointed to Matt's crotch.

"Luke....what ....no way" Matt said, as he looked at his cousin in disbelief. "Luke, I don't know what you've been told, but I'm not..." but Matt didn't get a chance to finish as Luke grabbed him by the hips and pushed his cousin up against the wall. Matt gasped as he was shoved backwards, and his breath caught in his throat as his cousins hand wrapped around his non existent bulge.

"Either you show me your stupid little baby dick, or I rip your pants open and you walk out of here with everyone seeing it" he warned. "or I can squeeze your baby balls till you scream like a little bitch. And if anyone comes in, I'll say you hit me first" Luke threatened. Matt went to protest, but Luke's fingers squeezed harder around his goods, and he felt the pain spike through his body.

"Ok ok" he said quickly as he needed no further proof that his cousin was very serious. Luke smirked as he got his way and slowly let go of Matt's crotch. Feeling the pain quickly go away Matt looked around for a moment, either hoping or not hoping that someone would come in. When no-one stepped in, he gulped once and went to unzip his pants.

But the restraints made it so that he couldn't do it. His hands weren't able to get anywhere near his zipper. He tried to form the right words to tell his cousin, but Luke growled in annoyance and did it himself. The zipper was yanked down roughly, then came the button and Matt's pants were opened up.

Three inches soft and covered in the tight mesh chastity device, Matt's exposed teenage cock looked rather pitiful. Luke smirked and tried to hold back his laughter, but he wasn't able to hold it all back as a few snorts and giggles passed his lips.

"Really is a baby dick. Can't think of any guy wanting to get fucked by that piece of crap" Luke said with a smirk as he looked up at his cousin. "Does it really light up?" he asked. "I bet it does if I make it hard for you."

"n...no" Matt said, but Luke pulled out a familiar looking black remote from his pocket. Matt felt himself grow small as he saw the black device in his cousins hand. "p..please Luke...don't do this to me..."

"Do you want to start screaming now, or do you want me to do it when you get back to the table?" Luke said with a smirk across his face. "Either I make you light up, or I make you scream." Matt said nothing as he had no choice but to do what his cousin wanted. If he tried anything, he doubted that his father or his uncle would take his side over Luke's.

With a satisfied smirk on his face, Luke took his free hand and wrapped it around his cousins dick. Matt let out a soft gasp as his cock was grabbed by someone else and he felt his length begin to respond.

"Luke..." Matt whimpered as he felt himself grow hot in the face from embarrassment. His cousin, his damn cousin,was jacking him off in the men's room of a fancy restaurant, and he was as helpless as he felt. Biting his lip so he wouldn't moan, he was unable to fight back as his pent up length responded.

Slowly, as his length began to harden, the mesh on the shaft began to glow brighter. As mats length stood up to attention, the glowing slowly turned into a full light that illuminated the two of them. Luke's smirk on his face was lit up as he saw just how bright Matt's cock got when fully hard.

With Matt's cock fully hard, he felt the slight buzzing on his length that signalled he was aroused too much and that if he didn't back down, the buzzing would only intensify. And Luke didn't seem to care as he kept jacking Matt's length.

"Luke..Luke please...." Matt whimpered as he felt his pleasure rise and the buzzing slowly began to grow stronger. Being pent up for over a week, his cock was much more sensitive then normal and it felt like it wasn't going to take much more before he was shocked before orgasm.

"Shut it baby dick" Luke said with a smirk as he watched his cousin squirm. Matt was biting his lip as he dug his fingers into the wall behind him and tried to focus on anything but what his cousin was doing, but his hips began to pump forward and he felt himself lose the mental battle.

Luke looked down at it with a satisfied smirk as he saw how brightly coloured his cousin's small cock was and he nodded with satisfaction. Seeing his cousin pump his hips forward and hearing his whimpering finally break through, Luke knew he literally had his cousin by the balls.

"Bet that's the only way it's going to get noticed from now on, isn't it? Stupid little baby dick like that lighting up like a nightlight" he said with a grin as he let go of Matt's length. Leaving his cousin panting, Luke unzipped his own pants and showed his cousin his half hard seven incher.

"You jealous gayboy? You jealous your little cousin has a bigger dick then you?" he said with a smirk to his cousin. Seeing the look on Matt's face, Luke grinned in trump as he packed his dick back into his pants. Ignoring the big bulge in his pants, Luke smirked and zipped Matt's pants back up so quickly he almost caught Matt's dick in the fly.

Matt had no time to reply before Luke's knee connected with his crotch and Matt fell to the floor, gasping for air as pain rocketed through his body. Matt gasped for air as he crashed against the tiled floor and he tried to grab for his aching balls, but the restraints wouldn't let him cradle his abused goods.

Luke knelt down beside his gasping cousin and dropped the remote in front of him. It clattered to the ground as he stood up and looked down at his writing cousin with a look that was devoid of any mercy or care.

When Matt felt the pain die away enough that he could focus his attention, he looked over and saw the remote just in front of his face. Except it wasn't the remote. It was just the tray for the bill that he had picked up from the table.

"Better hope dad listens to you more then he does to me, because I don't think he would if you claimed any of this happened" Luke said over his shoulder as he pushed the bathroom door open. The door clattered shut as Matt was left alone to gasp on the bathroom floor.

"Fuck..." Matt whimpered as he clawed his way up to stand by the bathroom sink. He stood up on shaking legs as he took several deep breathes to get himself calmed down. The only good thing was that the pain had knocked his erection down and he didn't have to explain to anyone why his pants were glowing.

He realised his cousin was right though. If he went out and told anyone that his cousin had just tried to jack him off and threaten him, who was going to believe him? His uncle wouldn't, and his father wouldn't, and, he had to face it, no=one would. He was alone in this, and his fucking cousin knew it.

By the time he made it back to the table, everyone else was looking like they were ready to go. The drinks were all gone and everyone was standing by their chairs and looking like they were waiting for him.

"Were there problems in there Matt?" his father asked. Matt said nothing as Luke gave him a smirk from behind Thomas, and Matt considered for a moment telling him what happened. But the consideration was very short lived as he just shook his head.

"No sir. Nothings wrong. It just took a little longer than I thought" Matt said quietly. His father nodded and dropped the bill and some money on the table. If he noticed the money tray was missing, he didn't say anything.

"Well, next time try to be quicker. We're ready to go home" Thomas said as he indicated that they should leave. His son said nothing as they all started to leave the restaurant together.

Matt said nothing on the car ride home, just glad to put the restaurant business behind them all. His cousin wouldn't stop smirking at him, even when their cars went separate ways. With his father and brother in the front of the car, Matt sat in the back by himself, head bowed and silent. The only thing that stopped him from crying was the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he had behaved enough.

By the time they made it back to the house, it was getting late and the sun was beginning to set. The car was parked and they all got out, heading to the front door.

"I think that was a nice evening to be had by all "Thomas said as he let the boys into the house.

"Yeah dad. It was nice to go out like that. Really good of you to get Luke a job at your new house" Timothy said to his father with a grin on his face.

"Well, I do try to take care of my family" Thomas said as he shut the door behind them. "and he is family after all" he said. "But I did mean it when I said he was going to be treated like an employee. No one gets special treatment in my business."

"Well, dad, I think it'll be good to have Luke work for you. You could teach him a lot" Timothy said as he shut the door behind him. Matt said nothing as the door was shut behind him. He looked up at his father in silence, not really sure on what to say to him after an evening like that.

"With that said boys, I'm going to retire early" Thomas said as he headed down the hall.

"Wait, what? You're going to bed now?" Matt asked suddenly. The sudden outburst from his son made Thomas stop in his tracks and look back at his eldest in surprise.

"Yes Matt, I am" Thomas said as he turned to his son. "I'm quite tired, and I do have an early start in the morning. There is still so much to do before we open the warehouse, that I do need an early night. So, I'll see you boys for breakfast" he said rather simply as he turned and continued to walk.

"But...but dad..you promised...and I behaved" Matt protested. "You promised you'd answer my questions."

Thomas stopped halfway down the hall as he turned towards his son. For a few moments he said nothing, then shook his head.

"Matt, you are on probation for violating the law, and you have no choice but to obey otherwise things will get worse. I see no reason to offer promises for something you're already doing" he said. "Now goodnight to the both of you" Thomas said.

"But dad..." Matt protested as his father walked down the hall, but the older male didn't say anything more as he just walked off. Matt stared after him in disbelief, wondering for a moment just how his father could break a promise like that, after telling everyone that he looked after is family.

"He...he didn't mean any of it...he tricked me..." Matt said to himself in disbelief. He didn't know what to say. The whole thing had been a set up from the beginning. The promise, the dinner, the meal,....everything had been a lie from the get go. Slowly, Matt turned and saw his brother standing there wit ha big confident grin on his face.

"Timothy....." he began, but his brother snorted, obviously holding back his laughter.

"You know, dads right. Why should I promise anything to a baby dicked geek like you" he said with a grin as he struggled to stop himself from bursting out with laughter. "Maybe next time Luke asks to see it you'll show him" he said as he wrapped a hand around his mouth to keep himself from bursting out laughing.

"You....you set me up too?" Matt asked as he felt a coldness wash over his body. Both his father and his brother had set him up? But why? What was the point in adding to his suffering like this? "Timtohy..why?" he asked. "You promised me."

"Yeah, I did set you up. Besides, Luke asked" Timothy said as his grin grew even bigger. "What was I supposed to do, not tell him?" he said as he started to walk off as well.

"Tim..Timothy you promised me" Matt cried after his brother. "Please Timothy, just ...just let me out of this thing" he cried after his brother. "You promised me" he all but shouted.

Timothy said nothing as he head back to his room as he heard his brother begging after him. The action of denying his brother pleasure made him harden up again. He had no idea where these feelings of pleasure came from being in charge over his brother, but he was enjoying them.

Matt stared at his retreating brother and he sank slowly to his knees, his arms falling to his sides as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. Both his brother and his father had lied to him, and had forced him to endure a public humiliation for no reason whatsoever.

Other then the fact that they both didn't care. His father didn't, and his brother obviously was getting his rocks off seeing Matt tortured like this.

Slowly, the feelings of pity that Matt had for himself began to grow bigger. They grew up inside him and expanded, making him clench his hands together and grind his teeth in fury. He was angry, angrier then he had even been in his life. And the last shred of his patience had been thoroughly stepped on and broken.

"That does it" Matt said as he stood up in anger. "Fuck the both of you" he swore loudly as he made his way back to his room and shut the door behind him.

He tore the clothes from his body, not caring if they ripped apart. They were no use to him anymore, and he got some slight satisfaction of ripping the garments apart. Throwing the ruined clothing onto the ground, he walked over to his desk and yanked the drawer open.

He grabbed the manilla folder from his desk and pulled out the papers he had received from the state parole agency when he had been sentenced. He flipped through them carefully, making sure that in his anger he didn't grab the wrong ones. He searched over the papers slowly until he found the numbers and information that he needed.

When the time came for Matt to be sentenced, the judge had taken into consideration that Matt had owned up to his mistakes and had told the judge he would accept the ruling without question. The judge was impressed by the level of maturity Matt had displayed and had sentenced him to serve out his sentence of parole at home, but with an added bonus.

If, at any time, Matt wished to change his parole location, he could do so before his sentence was up. All it would take was one phone call to the parole board, and Matt could serve the rest of his sentence in a juvenile detention facility. It was an option that Matt could take at any given time, and it was a decision that he didn't need his fathers approval for.

"I don't give a fuck if its worse there. I'm not putting up with any of this shit anymore" Matt said as he dialled the number into the phone beside his desk. "lets see you try and convince the detention center all of this is good for me when they seem me harnessed up like some animal."

At this time of night, all the offices were closed and Matt had to go through a few menus to get to the right department. It took a good twenty minutes of menus, recorded messages and elevator waiting music before he was in the right department. He had to leave a message on the machine, and the recording promised an agent would take care of it in the morning.

Matt left his parole identification number, his name and his details as he explained the situation. Not wanting to give away too many details, in case they chose not o believe him, he simply explained that things at home had become somewhat unbearable and he didn't wish to serve at home anymore.

The moment he hung up, he thought a weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he sat down on his bed. He had done it, and not a moment too soon. By morning, someone would get the message, and before the weekend was here, he'd be out of this place.

And his father would have no=one to blame but himself. All this so called procedures and shit and abuse, all of it Thomas kept saying it was for Matt's own good. Well, Thomas had just pushed his son into a juvenile detention facility, and this time, he couldn't blame anyone but himself.

But the most sweetest part would make Matt sleep easier that night. The parole period was due to end in four months, when Matt turned 21. When Matt entered college, his father had set up a special trust fund that would be available to Matt on his 21st birthday. Able to legally make his own decisions, and have enough to start a new life, Matt would leave the detention facility and drive as fast as he could anywhere he wanted. He would not have to see or talk to his brother or his father for any reason after that.

And if his father wanted him back in his life, well he was going to have to beg REALLY hard for that to happen.

Not bothering to change out of his ripped clothing Matt laid himself down on his bed, suddenly feeling exhausted. The day, not to mention the evening, had drained him more then he had been able to handle. But with the thought of being able to get out on his mind, he drifted off to sleep and found himself able to sleep the entire night for the first time in a week.

The next morning, Matt woke up when he felt something shift on his bed. He didn't move straight away as he felt a strange presence in the room, like someone was watching him.

Slowly, Matt opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the wall face him. He was lying on his side and he could almost feel the looming presence behind him. He felt a chill go down his spine as he wondered briefly if it was his brother. A mental image of his brother standing there with a tawse in his hand made him shudder.

He started to push himself up, but a heavy cloth suddenly pressed against his face. His eyes opened in shock as he took a deep breath in to inhale, but all the got was the foul stench of chemicals that made his head swim.

Matt felt his body go limp as he involuntarily breathed n the noxious fumes. He fell back against the bed, unable to move as his body went cold and limp. His eyes blurred out of focus and he tried to call out, but his voice refused to speak as his vision darkened. Quicker then he was able to realise, he was out of it.

"You know, I'm surprised he lasted this long" Michael said as he slipped the drugged rag back into his pocket. "I was sure he was going to call the agency after his first procedure."

"Well, you lost that bet then" Trent said as he grabbed Matt's feet. The bull nodded with a sour look on his face as he grabbed Matt's shoulders. "I did make the wager that he'd crack after the harness, so I win the pot. What was it again, two hundred?"

"Two fifty" Michael said in an annoyed voice as the two of them lifted the dead weighted teenager up into the air. Holding onto him like he was a sack of potatoes, they lifted him into the wheelchair that was parked beside the bed. They lowered him in and then proceeded to strap his legs and arms in place, wrapping a piece of ducktape around Matt's mouth.

"I can't believe he swallowed all that crap about these procedures actually being for his benefit" Michael said with a chuckle as they made sure that Matt was unable to move. But in his drugged up state, it would be quite a few hours before he was able to wake up. Not like he was able to move anywhere being strapped in.

"Yeah. Endurance, humility, posture and all that crap. Its so sad when they swallow it all up. Well, it would be sad if it wasn't funny" Trent said with a smirk as they began to wheel the knocked out boy from his bedroom. "but then again, they're all stupid" he admitted. "he ain't the first to swallow all that crap. And he won't be the last."

Thomas stood by the front door, already dressed for the day, his hands behind his back as he silently observed what was happening. He said nothing as Matt was wheeled from the house and out in tho the front yard. Matt was unaware of anything as he was wheeled up to the big black van that was parked in front of the house.

"It is a shame he had to go and call the agency. I would have liked to restrained him a bit more physically in this thing like we were supposed to. But thankfully the company had already arranged it that they'd get contacted the moment he rung. We're just surprised he waited this long" Michael to Thomas as he passed him.

"I'm sure he had his reasons why he didn't "Thomas said as he simply stood back and watched. "Although those reasons don't Matter anymore. Your company was quite clear in the beginning about this sort of thing."

"You know, not every father is able to hold himself together during a time like this. We've met some who just fall to pieces when we show up. Of course, its too late by then, but I have to admit, you are a strong man" Trent admitted to Thomas.

"Well, I have to be" Thomas said with a nod. "Thank you for your concern though" he said as he shook Trent's hand.

"We need to do the last of his fittings at the company site, since its not a good environment to do it it here. But he'll be delivered back this afternoon. Good thing you got the construction finished ahead of schedule" Michael said as he manoeuvred the wheelchair on the lift of the van. With the press of a button, the lift began to rise up and slide into the van.

Dad, what's going on?" Timothy asked as he heard the commotion from his bedroom. Dressed in just his boxers, he looked like he had just woken up. He saw both Trent and Michael loading his brother , in a wheelchair, into the black van.

"Matt's, I'm going to need to talk to you about Matt" Thomas said as he turned away to face his son. "And at first, your not going to like it. But I'm sure that eventually you will see things in perspective."

"What do you mean? What are they doing with my brother?" Timothy asked. Trent shut the back of the van and hopped into the drivers seat. The van started up and very quickly went down the driveway, as if the occupants were in a very big hurry to get out of there.

"the thing is Timothy, Matt is no longer your brother."