I am beginning to think if three hots and a cot is sounding better than this. Hell, I can't even get a single phone call without being heard from the other line. I am his prisoner and he is the warden, the jailor, the cellmate, and the executioner.

Fredzilla came by earlier to see if I was interested in going to a dive bar. Something Stinks was doing a quaint and private gathering at Bits. Since Abby is a bartender and I am a well-known patron, she was able to give me and the others free tickets.

Unfortunately, my brother dearest tells Fredzilla that I am indisposed and would rather spend a quaint, quiet weekend with his most important person in the world.

And we don't need a genius to identify his answer.

Fredzilla didn't stay long. However, what wouldn't a depraved pervert be without commenting on Hiro's getup. Wearing his hair in a ponytail (thanks to extensions), sporting his black and bleached Misfit t-shirt and loose tempo shorts. The guy couldn't help but drool and complimented him on his looking more feminine. Hiro didn't mind. Of course, he wouldn't. He is always fishing for compliments.

Rather yet, fishing for me. God, I take a look back at this disdain of a past. Seeing the signs and ignoring it. I keep telling myself that Hiro's pragmatic proclivities were only a phase. This is San Fransokyo. It doesn't surprise me that the big cesspool of experimentation would reside within this place.

If it wasn't for that, then I wouldn't be in this position.

Anyway, after Fredzilla left, Hiro returned back to the living room. He gave me such a cutesy smile. The kind of smile that belongs to a lover. Matter of fact, I am his lover. His lover for the weekend. His lover for life. Things that make a chill on how determined that he is to have me in his possession.

Speaking of possession, the pings of my cell phone grew more rapid than bumblebees on a cool November morning. I am grateful that GoGo isn't frequent. Knowing about my gem, she is probably catching up on her beauty sleep. If things were too serious, then she would visit.

Thankfully and thankfully for my sake, GoGo would receive text indicating that I am indisposed and spending time with Hiro. At the least the silver lining that he isn't that much of a prude with GoGo.

"Sorry, aniki. But, how could I allow you to go to a show where there is a sold out show in progress." The tone is feminine. He produces a tiny smirk, letting me know where I reside and where this is going to go. "You have the best seat in the house and trust me, we will have a lovely encore."

Zip Ties and bandanas were part of this so-called dress code for this private show. I am lying naked on the couch. With my ass on the cushions and my hands to my front, I am exposed to Hiro's love nest.

This is his hour for absolute power.

"I kind of wonder what Fredzilla would think if he saw this." Hiro slowly removes his clothing. Arching his back to the ground as he exposes his ass. He is wearing a thong. "Pet me" is what is said on the front. It is in red. Such a lovely color.

God, I hate myself.

She, I mean he kicks the shorts to the side, covering his body as he is wearing his bra. He grins as he slowly unfastens it. I sit there with my fear in my eyes, sweat from my pores, dry mouth, and my dick standing with anticipation.

At this point, instincts were kicking in. My body wants to breed. My penis alerts me, letting me know that I no longer can tell it what to do.

"Did you hear me, aniki," he says to him seductively. "What would you think Fredzilla would do if I allowed him in." He bit into his lip. "Kinda naughty. Matter of fact, I wouldn't mind having a little fun. You tend to do that with GoGo and Abby, right. Would you think that I would be fun?"

Hiro is lying. No way in hell that he would enjoy sharing me. I still picture that day when Anna was giving him a blowjob. Eyes lining at my sight, no longer focusing on the pleasure I wanted from our former babysitter. His voice yearning for me like a skittish kitten. I should have realized it that day. I should have realized that his being watched wasn't out of a concern.

He grew excited.

"It doesn't matter what I think," I tell him. "It is what you desire." I am at his will. What more can I say? The paths of GoGo and Abby shall not meet. I fear the results. I am paying for my sins. Just a retribution of my mistakes. Screw it, my fuck ups.

It's my punishment. For Hiro, it is his way of discipline me.

I try to tell myself that karma was in the form of Hiro and it wants retribution.

God, why do I try to justify this? Why do I allow myself to think this? At this point in time, I know that if I want to survive this, then I must play his game.

Hiro purses his lips. He knows me. He knows I will say what he wants to hear. It matters not as he goes away momentarily. What bag of tricks he has up his sleeve, who knows? Just know that the amount of sperm I have spurt into him could be enough to have GoGo, Honey Lemon, Abby, and Aunt Cass pregnant before the end of the weekend.

Hiro spared no expense on getting back what he was owed.

I hear a rattle of a bell. He returns to my sight.

"Nyaa," he purrs. He is sporting cat ears and obviously a long tail in his ass. He remains wearing the same pair of red panties. He is letting me know that he wants to be pet.

"Oh, Meow-ster," he purrs once more. Just thinking of the images of traps (or the ones that Fredzilla showed me in the lab one day during our free), their convincing nature of being a chromosome away from being a woman entices me. To think that there are people like them that could be like women and have a throbbing member in its way.

Or for Hiro's sense, his enlarged clitoris or just simply a decoration.

Hiro gets on his knees. He crawls around, shaking his ass and purring loudly. There is nothing more I can do as I am tied and trapped in his web.

"Meow-ster," he purrs. "More so a fresh trout that needs to be taken care of." He flashes his eyes. "Or maybe, you are just some fleshy catnip. What do you think?"

I decline to answer. Seeing my throbbing cock staring attentively. I want to get it over with.

His heart-shaped pupils indicated that he is enthralled in the moment. He crawls over where he easily spools his saliva onto my throbbing dick. "Such a strong, mighty tail you have." I don't answer. He looks at it before touching it. He places his finger around my peehole. He smiles when seeing the string of my sticky webbing.

"To hate it so much, your tail says otherwise. Like nyaa!" Hiro proceeds to lick my dick. He decides to kiss the tip. He gives pecks from the phallus to the shaft. My resistance is futile, if not useless. I sit there as I am back in his web. Or in his words, in this love nest.

Slurping noises fill the room as he is centered on my cock. I try to think of other things. There is no point of softening my dick. I try picturing a redhead or a brunette slobbing on my cock. I try thinking of French maid or a cashier at a bank. I have weird fetishes, okay.

"God, I love the way you taste," says Hiro as he continues gnawing on my dick. He uses his free hand to massage my balls. God damn does it remind me of GoGo.

He squeezes tightly on one, knowing that he wants his precious milk. I jerk my back on how good he is making me feel. It isn't enough on how feminine and sexy he looks, I am just seeing how much effort he is putting into it.

Damn, that is dedication.

Cloudy fluid seeps from my peehole. He slithers it up, excited for the appetizer. Knowing that I am close, he heightens the tension. Now, he begins to insert his mouth, swallowing my dick whole.

I can't move. He goes in, thrusting it as if he was my personal pocket pussy, my personal cum dump. I shut my eyes, just wanting to breed. Just want this to be released.

His slurping accelerates along with the speed of his thrusting his head. He uses his hands to apply pressure on my balls.

I feel his uvula. He wants his fresh catch of the day. He wants his milk. I can't take the pressure any longer.

I call out his name. "Hiro!"

Immediately, I made the withdrawal of my sperm into Hiro's bank. Hiro sounds like he was drowning, but he is determined to go through this. The suction of his mouth feels like a vacuum as he takes in my milk. He continues squeezing my balls until there is nothing left.

He quickly pulls away. It isn't finished. Streams of semen continue to spurt on his face. He takes it in, enjoying his hot facial or this muddied shower.

If this was a different situation, it would have been sexy.

What the hell did I just say?

"Oh, my God, aniki," he says as he rubs the semen on his face. "I didn't think you were this backed up. Makes me wonder if those girls were doing their job."

I don't say anything. What could I say that I haven't received an orgasm like that.

Not since, not since, not since ever.

I shiver. Semen continues to pour out of my dick. I let out a cry as I am orgasming again. I feel a tingling feeling all throughout my body.

What in the hell are you, Hiro?

He gets besides me. He uses his finger to draw X's and O's on my chest. He gives me a peck on my cheek. "You don't have to say anything, Tadashi. It only takes someone of the same kind to know what gives you the best pleasure."

I am astonished. I still can't believe that I climaxed like that. Trust me that I thought the way I released myself into GoGo, Abby, and the other flings was my best.

Never did I think my own brother would perform in such a way.

"Deny it if you want," Hiro says to me. "But, I know you more than you know yourself."

"What is that supposed to mean," I ask him inquisitively.

He produces a smile. He leaves the couch and heads out of the living room, but only for a short while. He comes back with a pocket knife to cut my restraints from my ankles. He moves me to the side where he could cut the Zip Ties from my wrists and remove the bandana.

"I've Baymax ordered us some pizza," he tells me as he gives me a peck on his forehead. "Bath up and let's resume with my name." This time, his tone is more serious than it was flirty. "I just received a phone call from my paymasters and the deadline has been accelerated by a couple of days." He slapped his thigh. "So, therefore, we need to get this done so I won't disappoint my readers." He clapped his hands. "Let's make haste."

Hiro makes a humming sound as he returns to gather his clothes. Even as he walks away, I can't help but to look at his appearance. His supple ass, his curvy body. I didn't think a guy could have such feminine charm.

What in the hell, Tadashi?

I get up, deciding to head to the shower. Even as I am heading upstairs, I still couldn't get that moment out of my head as he lay next to me on the couch. What surprises me that he leaves me with that lingering comment.

"It only takes someone of the same kind to know what gives you the best pleasure."

"Deny it if you want. But, I know you more than you know yourself."

Here I am lying with the odd combination of awe, wonder, pity, and indigestion.

Later that night….

If I could give MIT an opportunity to give them my life's story, would they believe me? If I told them how important I wanted to enroll in their world-renowned program, would they hear me? If I insert certain verbiage, adjectives, certain descriptions to explain my plea, my bargain, my cry of wanting to attend their campus, would they give me a chance and listen? I have scrambled all these past couple days to write an essay to explain my reasoning for wanting to live in this place. I often think that is it really because I want to explore the campus for a better opportunity. It is true that it has one of the best robotics labs in the country. Yet again, is it the reason why? There are plenty of universities nearby that can be better suited for my needs. I mean, heck, my current school is allowing me an internship and an office if I were to stay with them.

I don't know. Sometimes I ramble in my thoughts. MIT is important. My future is important. Being happy is important. But, how can I be happy if there are certain things in my way?

I keep my eyes closed. Hiro is lying on the bed. He is wearing lingerie. Black is the color. It is the very outfit that GoGo left with me when she and I had sex sometime back. It is safe to say that Hiro snuck into my room and found it in my drawer. It doesn't surprise me. Not at all. With him, nothing is sacred. He had made it low and clear that he was going to make me his. I have soiled him. Not once, not twice, three times. We had sex twice in bed and had sex in the laundry room. I can never forget his bites, his moans, the tightness of his pussy, and how accepting my dick was to it. I keep telling myself that this was a boy. Not only a boy, my brother. My blood brother!

I am distracted from my thoughts. Hiro uses his hand to rub the shaft of my penis. Hearts fill his pupils. The smile. It is a cute smile. His gap suits him. He does look cute in his panties. I can tell by the alterations of GoGo's outfit that he had suited it for this occasion.

And yes, I purposely left out taste. Because we know that this is more for his taste.

As my taste buds are bitter. And his kisses don't make it any better.

"It only takes someone of the same kind to know what gives you the best pleasure."

"Deny it if you want. But, I know you more than you know yourself."

Why do I lie to myself?

For how can a guy give out better kisses than a woman? Why when I fuck him, his pussy feels tighter than a woman? Why me? Why go through all of this effort in wanting to be with me, Hiro? You are a handsome guy. If you dress more like a girl, then you are a beautiful woman to boot.

Why are you obsessed with me so?

Why am I thinking about it this damn much?

Hiro has me hard. His hot breath lingers on my bare chest. He told me to shower. He wanted me to be clean so he can have something smelling good when we 'make love.' He had me bathe in his oatmeal raisin soap. Upon his request in wanting to have. I don't know. Frankly, I am trying not to care. The weekend is dying down and it won't be long before Aunt Cass returns.

Aunt Cass? What is going to happen upon her return? Does he think we can go back being normal brothers (well, normal as in his quirky nature)?

"Aniki, you have such tight muscles," says Hiro. Of course, genius. You study me all of the time. Duh! I work out. Why does it matter? "I always wanted muscles like that. But, too soft." He flicks my nose. "That's okay! Anything to have you as your woman."

He strokes my shaft. He had already applied spit. While I was bathing, he had already lubed up. Just out of a joking gesture, he had taken a morning-after pill. He stated that although he wanted to carry my baby, he wasn't ready for that responsibility.

As he returns my dick back into his cavern, his haughty moans fill the room. He cries out to the heavens, thanking God on how my dick is back into his next.

"You know, aniki," he says to me as he gyrates his hips. "I do want to take this to another level of our brotherhood." He hisses as he adjusts his ass for his comfort. "As much as I want to be your woman, there is a part of me that needs to be let go." He licks his lips.

"What do you mean," I ask him concerningly.

"To be fully taken on as your woman," he says to me. "Then the 'boy' me needs to go."

It doesn't take a genius on what he means. He immediately grabs his 'clitoris,' rubbing it harshly. He continues gyrating his hips while moaning. "You've already made a woman out of me, but I need this dick of mine to receive pleasure before becoming yours." He gives me a smirk. "Since you have taken my woman virginity, now it is my turn to lose my boy virginity and your anal virginity as well."

Upon hearing those words, we climax together.

I wonder if MIT does early admission?

To be continued….