Introduction
The cage has been off for a week. The sore has healed. One more day. It will be a thrill to sink back into that reconnection, the on-and-off conversation with my caged little guy that makes me smile through the day as I encourage and tease him like the little boy he is.
Perhaps coincidentally to my imposed freedom is that my world keeps popping up, the fantasy world I grew up with. Not a world. Just a neighbourhood. Just one block, really, and the grade school three short blocks along the avenue. That makes my world. I'm remembering how I'd walk home from school with my brother. He was my protector from the other kids, the ones who didn't live on our block.
This one block, bound by the avenues that cross it, doesn't look special, lined with older maples that stretch up to shade the sun, single family houses separated by alleys and garages and small back yards. I've never needed to describe the street before. I only daydream the parts I need, like that first day in the kitchen when Mrs. S was ironing in her bra, or Maida's bedroom, or Mommy's. Imagine Janey's basement where the boys and girls crowd around you, snapping their fingers at your little penis to see how hard they can get it and then make you put it away. Imagine Maida ruffling your hair as if you were a puppy, telling you with a smile, "Don't worry. No one will notice. Even all stiff and standing up, it's still too small to make a bulge."
The people on our block are special.
This day after school, as my brother and I turn the corner to our block, he says, "Lets have some fun when we get home."
"With me?"
"I'm feeling randy," he says.
Usually Mom is all over him when we open the door, ready to pull his pants down and relieve him of any pent-up energy from morning. That's not to say he doesn't have me whenever the itch moves him. And I guess this is going to be one of those times. Brother would joke with me that being available for him is payment for being my bodyguard. But we know that taking me and making me do things is exciting for both of us. Going through the door of his room is like stepping into a wonder world that sometimes gets dark and scary. But brother knows what he's doing.
Today he is anxious to go outside, and I'm in for an ordinary adventure. Not like that first rollercoaster when Mom and him taught me what to do. Today I knew what he needed, so I lay down on my bed and spread my cheeks for him to have his fun. He was careful not to tear. And he played with me for a while, cranking up all that electricity inside me and then giving me the final poke into a deeper spot, making my shakes explode from my ass and ripple through me like those old radio signals. RKO lightening bolts.
When I came down and was all open, he rode me like a bucking bronco and left his relief up my obedient ass to keep warm. That's my brother. Gotta love him.
Then he is out to play. With the edge off, he sits and lets the girls come to him. Me, I will have a different role with the girls if Mom lets me out. If she doesn't need me. And that could be the next chapter, for any who'll buy me a coffee. And if you do, maybe you can suggest who I'll encounter next.