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 When I was just 9 years old my parents died in an accident.  Since my 22
year old brother had a sufficient salary authorities handed me to his care.
I went through a hard time because my brother was not home until 6pm and I
come home at 2pm.  I had to wash my own cloths and maintain the house as
well.  My brother did help as well from time to time.  We were very close
with each other and after my parents died he became everything to me.  I
was more than happy to stay with him even though there were problems
because foster homes are not better anyway.
   When I was 12, children in school started to ask me if I wank and such..
they explain that it feels good and stuff like that and I never had the
guts to ask them how to do it.  But I knew that my sudden enlarging penis
had something to do with it.  So that evening while watching TV with my
brother I asked him about "wanking".  His immediately asked me if I wanked.
Then I said I don't know how but I want to.  Then he asked if my penis
becomes big, I looked at him a bit and replied "yes".  Then he told me to
go to his room as he turned off the TV.
   I went to his room and my penis did get enlarged as I waited for him
because I was now going to learn how to wank.  A few minutes later he came
into the room and asked me if I was wearing underwear underneath my jeans.
I replied "no".  "Good, Lye on the bed faced up" he said.  I was exited
now! My brother came and sat on the bed beside me.  And asked "So, you want
to learn how to wank?".  I replied "yes".  He started to rub my small but
hard cock through my jeans slow at first.  It felt great!  It was all about
rubbing.  Then the feeling got intense, then I felt like I was going to pee
and started morn.  My brother kept rubbing and said "let it go!  Let it
go!" just then my entire body twitched with pleasure I shot my first ever
load into my jeans!
   "How did it feel?" asked my brother.  I replied "Terrific!" I said. 
"Thats how you wank" said my brother.  "Can I do it by my self now?" I said
with a smile.  His eyes reddened as he looked like he was going to eat me
and shouted "No, you sinful bastard, you will never wank or have sex again
in your life!  NEVER you GOT THAT?".  I was shocked, it was the first time
my brother used a bad word at me.  Then all of sudden he started to force
unbutton my wet jeans shouting "you want to wank you little bastard, you
want to sin!  You like to sin!  You fucking bastard!".  I didn't know what
to do, I started to cry as he pulled down my jeans to my knees, his
response was "you cry baby, you want to cum!  You want to cum!?!  You want
to shoot you load!?!  Trust me!  You will NEVER I mean EVER cum and have
pleasure again!  You won't even have sex for the rest of your fucking life!
Remember!  You fucking sick bastard".  Then he took a transparent plastic
device and placed it over my cock and locked it to my balls using a pad
lock took the key and broke it into two and threw it away.  Then he left
the house.  I was left to lay crying in shock.  The next day I went to
school and came back home, I was exited and horny, but my cock couldn't
become hard.  I tried to rub it but the plastic device just didn't allow
it. I started to cry, I wanted to wank, I knew how to, but now I couldn't.
I didn't know want to do, I kept rubbing and rubbing my cock though the
jeans but the device was just too tight.  I lay there in a corner of the
house sobbing as my brother entered.  He asked
   "What is it now?  You can't wank?  Haha Good, you can complain to the
police also if you want..  I'm sure they will be happy to send you to a
foster home, listen dude" he came close to me "you wanked and cummed once,
that's more than enough for the rest of your life, your balls will collect
all the juice and divert it to your body as time passes, it will help you,
all that white juice you shot will be collected inside you and be used for
your energy"
   I looked up at him, with tears in my eyes.  I had to accept, my urge to
wank was so much but I was not ready to lose my only family to it.  I went
to his arms has he hugged me with brotherly hug.  "That's a good boy, now
get some sleep" he said.  As I walk into my room and fell into my bed
exhausted after crying.  Days went on and soon the urge became a part of
life.  Soon I found that looking at porn mags at school was a problem
because my urge would come to focus and it just leads to pain.  When I was
18 I knew about the device I was wearing, And I had the chance to remove it
now, but then I would lose the love of the only one have.
   Into my 50's my brothers investments profited and profited while mine
did to, but not as much as his.  We bought a big estate and lived their and
to this date I still have the urge, but my brother is too much more
important than a stupid wank.
   
  
Brothers Rules