"I know what we're going to do today!"
Those words shook Ferb to his very core, sending his mind back to the previous night. The night full of new discoveries, new emotions, new complications. Oh, but what heavenly bliss that sinful pleasure wrought!
It all began when Phineas, Ferb, Buford, and Bajeet were all sitting in Phineas and Ferb's room, pondering over what activity they should all engage in. After a few failed attempts of "exciting" equations on Bajeet's part, some disturbing bullying tales on Buford's end, and absolute silence from Ferb, Phineas spoke up.
"Hey, Ferb," he began, seeming to savor the way Ferb's name tasted on his lips. He glanced up at Ferb, looking him directly in his eyes, before sweeping his gaze over the others. "I know what we're going to do."
The group leaned toward Phineas expectantly. They all seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation. Ferb noticed his step brother's eyes glistened mischievously, his lips curled up in glee.
Twenty minutes later, Buford and Bajeet sat bound together, back to back, in the center of the room. Phineas towered over them, assessing his handiwork with smug satisfaction. He beckoned Ferb over to his side. As Ferb drew near, he surveyed Bajeet and Buford's somewhat bewildered expressions. Nervousness. Uncertainty. Confusion. But not fear. They didn't understand the game they were playing. Not yet.
Ferb stood at his brother's side. He was close enough that he could feel the heat from Phineas's eagerness radiating off of his skin. Ferb turned his head and gave him a questioning look. Phineas reached out and briefly squeezed his hand in response. Chills went through Ferb at the contact, causing him to shiver in excitement.
"Okay, you guys! This is where it gets fun!" Phineas trilled, clapping his hands together. He moved around to stand in front of Bajeet. Ferb watched on hungrily as Phineas slowly, leisurely, began to unbutton his pants.
Bajeet's eyes widened with surprise and he began to protest, but Phineas quieted him with a gentle finger on his lips. He then slid his pants down low over his hip bones before shimmying all the way out of them. He stood in a pair of thin cotton boxers that did nothing to conceal the bulging erection that stood prominently against the white fabric. Ferb's upper lip beaded with sweat in ravenous expectancy at the sight of his step brother's exposed body. His heart raced as he took in the bulge of Phineas's fully aroused member. He knew from experience that it was absolutely monstrous.
To his left, Ferb could see Buford struggling against his restraints in a desperate attempt to glimpse what was happening behind him.
"Hey! What the hell is going on?!" he demanded loudly. There it was. That was the fear Ferb had been waiting on.
Ignoring Buford's objections, Phineas quickly stepped out of his underwear and tossed them over to Ferb. "Take care of him."
"What the f—" Buford's verbal assault was muffled by Phineas's boxers, which Ferb had shoved into his mouth.
Bajeet began to whimper. Ferb's eyes were drawn to the beauty of his brother's body, now completely stripped free of its clothed restraints. Ferb allowed his gaze to rove lustfully over the full glory of his body. He felt his own pants grow tighter.
"Suck it." Phineas ordered Bajeet, who now had silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Buford fought furiously against the bonds that held him while making loud, guttural noises deep in his throat. Bajeet shook his head back and forth in refusal, prompting Phineas to nudge the head of his penis lightly against his lips. Bajeet sniffled and looked away.
With a single exchange of a glance from Phineas, Ferb crouched down next to Buford, reached into his pocket, and drew out a small Swiss army knife, brandishing in Bajeet's line of vision.
Bajeet's tears began to flow more freely, and he shook his head violently. "Please!" he begged, looking up at Phineas with tear filled eyes.
A quick nod from his brother was all Ferb needed to thump the knife down onto Buford's bound foot. Buford's big toe landed with a sickening thud as the knife sliced through it. Buford howled with agony.
Ferb calmly retrieved the severed toe from where it had rolled to a rest and handed it up to Phineas. He took it with a smile and held it up to Bajeet's face. Bajeet flinched away and turned his head to the side and began to dry heave violently. Phineas tenderly reached his hand out and cupped Bajeet's face in the palm of his hand. He turned to him, drawing his face over to stare at his still-erect member.
Buford had quieted down and now sat silent, staring blankly out into the faraway distance.
"Shh! Shh! It's okay," Phineas murmured soothingly to Bajeet. "Suck it. Just wrap your lips around it and suck."
Phineas rubbed the bleeding end of the toe against the tip of his penis, painting it scarlet in Buford's blood. Phineas tilted his head back and groaned in pure, unmasked pleasure. When it was entirely coated from base to tip, he dropped the stub and pressed himself, once again, against Bajeet's trembling lips.
Bajeet shuddered and reached out to grasp Buford's roped hands in his own as he opened his mouth and submitted to Phineas's will. Ferb watched eagerly as Phineas thrust himself again and again, slowly at first, but gradually rougher and harder into Bajeet's open mouth. Saliva, mucus, tears, and blood mingled and streamed down Bajeet's quivering chin.
"Ahh!" Phineas panted between grunts as his plunging grew ever faster and less rhythmic. "I-Unh! - think I'm gonna –Mmm!- explode!"
With one last deep, powerful buck of his hips, Phineas sighed and went limp. Ferb felt his own full-to-bursting member twitch in response. He grabbed the bulge that was forcing itself against the seam of his pants and gave it a slight squeeze, moaning with his unquenched desire. Phineas turned to him, his flaccid penis already becoming stiff once again. He took one tantalizing step toward Ferb and—
"Ferb! Hello? Did you hear me?" Phineas's voice interrupted his reverie, bringing him back into the present. "What are you doing just standing there? I said I know what we're going to do today!"
Ferb gaped at him, slightly dazed, cheeks flushed.
"I said, we need to get those bags of meat to the Danville Meat Factory before they go to waste! Gotta chop 'em while they're fresh!" he gave Ferb a knowing look and winked. His eyes glinted with the same spark of mischief that had brightened them the previous night.
"Yes, yes we do," Ferb answered with a smile.
