Chapter 17: Twin Time

I woke up to the ego-boosting sound of Hunter arriving to suck our dicks. I was ready to let him but Chad spoke up first, “Sure Licker ... come over here.” We had made an agreement last night for one of us to refuse so he got a demerit for failing to get both of us off. It wasn’t much of a sacrifice because we could always demand one at anytime but we both really enjoyed that first one of the day lying in our beds.

We were in our own beds this morning so I didn’t think he would have any trouble addressing us by the correct name. In fact he was pretty good at it nowadays, we really had to work at it to fool him. There was no more of that CT crap. It was all started by that bastard Jordan. He was school god when we went into Junior High and he really made sure we got it bad as freshmen. Everyone got hazed but we got it worse. I don’t know if he just didn’t like us or it was because we (well Chad mainly) had had some run-ins with his brother who had been in our class in elementary school. Instead of sticking up for us Hunter was malicious. All freshmen got pantsed but with us we always got our pants and undies pulled right off so we were running around half the time flashing everyone, trying to get our clothes back.

As I said Jordan in the last term started calling us CT and forced the freshmen to do likewise. Even some of the teachers followed suit especially the coaches. Jordan decided that we should have CT written on our chests in big letters and a C on one butt cheek and a T on the other. Any time one of the team asked who we were we had to strip naked and say together, “I am CT and he is CT as well,” then we had to bend over and show our asses with the letters on and we got a whack from a paddle. All the team members had them and they carried them around all the time. If we refused to strip they stripped us or if we didn’t have the letters big or sharp enough they paddled us harder. We had to write on each other regularly to make sure the letters were sharp enough. We started staying apart in school when we weren’t in classes because they only asked us when we were together. I hated that.

Once Jordan left, it all stopped and everyone apart from Hunter stopped the CT crap. Cos Dad insisted we wore the same clothes like when mum was alive Hunter kept saying he couldn’t tell us apart and if we wanted him to do something for us he made us say we were CT. It was harder for Chad because he is more sporty and though Hunter was a total dick he was great at sports and could be helpful.

He wasn’t always like that. When we were younger when mom was alive he was the best older brother anyone could want. He was fun and played with us all the time. He stuck up for us at elementary school and helped us with stuff. Clarence was okay but even then he was quite fat and lazy and spent all his time on his computer, wouldn’t let us play, and didn’t share his snacks and sweets.

Then mum died and Hunter was still okay but then we went to Junior High and Hunter changed. Suddenly he was mean to us and sucking up to Jordan all the time and he just continued being an ass until he was enslaved.

I looked across as Hunter crawled under Chad’s blanket, between his legs. I could see Hunter was almost in position to start blowing, when Chad hooked his arms under his own knees and lifted his butt off the bed, his ass right next to Hunter’s nose, and let out a big fart. Both of us started laughing. “What was it you were saying about wanting to suck my dick?” Chad was too horny to continue playing the game. He grabbed our older brother by the ears holding his head stationary, and started slowly fucking his face. All of this was happening under the blanket with the trapped fart smell, but it was a familiar enough scene that I could imagine Hunter’s face and Chad’s dick without needing to see.

As I watched Chad use Hunter, I recalled an incident from just a few months ago where Hunter had been decisively less helpful. Chad has always been a bit more outgoing than me, and he had begun to hit on girls, although never successfully. His latest crush was this girl named Linda. She was in the grade above us and for some unknown reason she’d flirt with Chad, perhaps she felt sorry for him. It was around the time when the slaves had been sold and dad was always going on about money being tight and how we needed to earn our money. None of us had got our allowance for months although dad always found money for Hunter and his sports. It was coming up to Valentine’s Day and for some reason, Chad decided that he’d make a nice little wooden heart with their names on it for Linda. I warned him that it’d be creepy but he decided to do it anyway. So Chad decided we should go to woodwork club to do it and of course I had to help him. Well I didn’t want him to cut a finger off or something.

In the end I had to agree it turned out to be quite an attractive present, well-made and suitable for Valentine’s Day, although I still thought it was a bit forward. We were rummaging around in the back of the wood-shop looking for a box to wrap it in, when this bully named Dalton that was sort of friends with Hunter entered. He’s a total dick, but he’d frequently show up with black-eyes so it was an open secret that his dad beat him. He’d come in to finish his class project-- he was actually Hunter’s partner for the project, but Hunter was making him do all the work. We had a long and unpleasant history with him so I was worried but for once he seemed okay, he even helped us find an appropriately sized box; meanwhile Hunter came in and started talking with him about their project. We went to put the gift in our locker, but discovered that the locker room was itself locked. Dalton shrugged and said he’d lock up the wood shop when he left, so it should be safe. It was stupid because we knew Dalton was a bully, but we didn’t know he had a bit of a crush on Linda.

The next day, Chad gave the heart to Linda. She didn’t take it fully out of the box, just read the inscription “Chad and Linda” and hugged him. {Mission accomplished}, I thought, amazed and excited that it might be so simple.

The next day, Linda came up to me, obviously angry. “You’re a sick little pervert, Chad!” She handed the heart to me, face down. On the back had been etched: “I want to fuck you in the ass”. My stomach dropped and I realized Dalton had messed up Chad’s masterpiece.

Caught off guard, as she was walking away, I lamely yelled “But I’m Tad!”

“Yeah, whatever, tell your brother!”

Chad never forgave Hunter for the incident, although Hunter swore up-and-down that he never saw Dalton deface the heart. We were both very skeptical.

I was drawn back to the present by the sound of Hunter coughing and gurgling, a likely sign Chad had climaxed.

“Time’s wasting, Licker!” I called out, now ready to get off.

As he started giving his third blowjob for the morning, I contemplated another time Hunter let us down. It was another of Chad’s failed schemes to hit on girls and it also involved Dalton.

In our freshman year Chad said we should play tennis because it was a co-ed sport at our school. We spent a lot of time arguing about which of the girls was hottest. We’d often “call dibs” on one girl or another, but we never made any successful advances on them.

Someone had started a rumor that we were gay. We were always being teased about it, but I assumed most people believed us when we denied it. Chad said we had to make more of an effort to hit on girls to fight the slander, but in some ways that just intensified the joking around.

We tried turning the attention on this loser in our grade Eugene who we both hated, always making stuff up about seeing him looking at gay porn or staring at boys in the locker room. Unfortunately, nobody listened to us, except maybe Eugene who still always tried to avoid us. People didn’t stop teasing us; if anything, it intensified.

Despite all this social mess and the hazing, we were doing great at tennis and were nearly in the top place in our grade (although this was less impressive than it sounds, because doubles-tennis wasn’t popular). We just had to win one more match which just happened to be against Dalton’s sister and her partner.

On the day of the final I knew something bad was about to happen when I saw Jordan, Dalton, Hunter, and some of the other members of the baseball team standing in the locker room when we arrived to get ready for the match. It started with the usual question of who are you. This hadn’t happened for some weeks and we had stopped writing on each other but the letters were still there. With a sigh we both stripped and gave the required response and bent over. Jordan whacked us both hard but then declared that we had failed to look after our letters and decreed one whack from each of the team members there. A couple of the other seniors stepped up but didn’t really hit too hard and then Dalton, who although he obviously tried, didn’t really hurt. Unlike Hunter, he didn’t get to play often just sat on the bench and now I knew why. As Hunter stepped up for his shots Jordan said, “Hope you’re not going to pussy out on us Hunter, remember this is for the team.” He did not: Chad and I yelled and agreed afterwards his was the hardest of the lot.”

As the next team member stepped up and I tried to blink away my tears I saw Dalton collecting up all our stuff. “Hey stop!” I yelled but he shoved them in our bags with our tennis stuff and just tossed our tennis shoes on the floor. He handed the bags to Hunter who walked out telling us that he would put our clothes in his locker so they didn’t get lost, and to come and find him in the library when we were finished. After the rest of the team had paddled us and we had redrawn the CTs on each other’s chest and butt Dalton handed us two brightly colored wrestling leotards.

I sighed but Chad said, “Come on, it’s cool, better them, than being naked. If we hurry we’ve just got time to get to the library and get our bags from Hunter and change into our tennis uniforms before the match starts.”

We hastily donned the wrestling uniforms which were on the small side even for us and we ended up having to give ourselves a wedgie to get them on. So with the C and T clearly visible on our butts we rushed out of the changing room so we could catch up to Hunter. We ran to the library to find him, getting a lot of whistles and cat calls as we ran.

At the library there was no sign of Hunter but his friend Charlie, after laughing at us, said Hunter had gone off with this hot chick and said to tell us he would see us at home later. We asked if he had left us our bags but Charlie said no he had locked them in his locker to keep them safe.