“I’ll do it Mary. I don’t need a lecture.” He mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.Mary spun around and grimaced at her incompetent brother. �...�What you need is a good kick in the pants!” She stomped away, her full bottom shaking with each upset step as her firm chubby legs churned and wobbled under her jean shorts towards her bedroom.I’ll give you a good kick, he thought, glaring at his retreating sister, who was 8 years his senior. He took another bite of cereal and looked out the kitchen. Sticking my head in his room, I asked why he wasn’t at the kegger, and he told me he had hurt his back playing basketball that afternoon. He had done a couple of joints in hopes of relieving the pain, but no luck. He reminded me that I knew how to handle muscle pulls (I had been a trainer/student manager for my high school’s football and baseball teams and had some first aid and injury treatment training, including massage). He asked if I would massage his back to relieve the muscle strain.. Smiling Tom said it feels good though doesn't it. Yeah I guess, I answered. As he stroked my dick, my balls felt like they were getting wet. As Tom stroked me, my pre cut ran out of me like a faucet. After a few minutes of stroking me fast and slow, I felt his fingers moving between my butt and balls. As he pressed his fingers against the area a glob of pre cut pushed out. I could feel my butt getting wet as he milked my dick. My breathing quickened as he moved his hand fast then slow. As that. I was able to hold back the orgasm when he softly spoke into my ear calling me his little fuck toy. He then told me that my safe word was “Mercy” and to use it for communication for anything from needing a bath room break to stopping everything and letting her leave. He made me say my safe word three times before forcing a ball gag in my mouth effectively quieting me. At that point it took all my power to keep from exploding into a tidal wave of an orgasm. I heard and felt him move in front.