Off to the clinic for some cosmetic upgrades

On Tuesday morning, I was woken up by my mother gently shaking my shoulder. That wasn't too unusual, in and of itself: I'm not exactly a morning person, and sometimes my evening streams run a little long.

But as I sat up and opened my eyes, I saw that the room was unusually dark. Judging by the dim light filtering through the window, it was barely dawn... Way earlier than I had to get up for school.

"Morning, sleepyhead... Big day today," Mom said cheerfully, milling about the room to pick up some of my discarded clothes and throw them in the laundry hamper.

"...Uhuh... Wait." Conused, I rubbed my sleepy eyes: I knew that I was worried, but I couldn't quite remember why. "...Big day..."

"Get dressed quick, okay? We're leaving in fifteen minutes. Ace is so excited," she tittered. "It's kind of adorable."

Oh... Oh, shit. In all the "excitement" after I got home from school yesterday afternoon, I completely forgot about the conversation I overheard. Something about a clinic? And my body?

"Mom, where are you taking me?" I moved to jump out of bed, only to realize that I was naked under the blanket. Blushing, I wrapped it back around myself.

"Bayview Cosmetic Surgery & Skincare," my mother replied proudly. "They're the best in town, at least according to--Hey, what are you doing?" Turning around, she caught me trying to cover myself up with the bedsheets. "Quit fooling around and get ready."

With that she grabbed the corner of my blanket and yanked it out of my grasp. I stumbled backward, suddenly naked, trying to cover up my--

"Jeez baby, relax," Mom giggled. "I've seen it all before... Although I guess this is the last time I'll see you looking like this," she mused, before tossing me a shirt. "Here, get dressed. You'll be taking it all off soon, but it's chilly outside."

I silently put on the shirt, followed by a pair of sweatpants. Then, when Mom turned her back, I made a split-second decision.

I ran.

Out of my bedroom. Down the stairs, as my mother yelled something after me. Through the kitchen, and into the--

WHAM.

As I passed the threshold of the living room, the wind was knocked out of me. I'd hit something, something long and immovable...

...My brother's arm.

"Perfect timing," Ace said, catching me in his arms as I crumpled like a sack of potatoes. I quickly realized that he hadn't intended to clothesline me, but had merely grabbed me and underestimated just how fast I was running. Seeing the look of discomfort on my face, he frowned. "Oh, shit! Are you alright?"

"...Ugh..." I took a deep breath, regaining my footing... But his arm stayed wrapped around my shoulders. "Y-yeah... It's okay."

"I'm so sorry dude," he said, tussling my hair. "I heard you coming, and I just wanted to... To..."

As he trailed off, I looked down... And realized that he was naked beneath his polo shirt. That's when I felt his hand stop tousling my hair, and begin pushing me down to my knees.

"You're okay, right? So it'll be fine if I..."

I opened my mouth to shout something, to lie, to tell Ace that he'd really hurt me. That I'd need to skip the blowjob. Skip all of their fucked-up plans for the day. But instead I just opened my mouth, and said nothing at all.

"...Nice," my brother hissed, pushing his erect cock towards my parted lips...

...But before its bulging, glistening, perfect head could make contact, I **** myself to stumble backwards. "No... No. You're not gonna do this to me," I gasped.

"Huh?" Ace stepped forward, matching my retreat. "Do what?"

"Facefuck me, for one, but... Drag me to some clinic... Turn me into a... No. Not gonna happen." Springing to my feet, I turned and ran for the front of the house.

"Woah, what the fuck? FELIX!"

Down the hall. Through the front door--Fuck, fumble with the lock--There. Freedom... But not for long, unless I hauled ass.

See, Ace is on the track and field team. I had a headstart, sure, and maybe the whole "dick and balls hanging out" thing would slow him down a little... But I knew that in a fair race, he'd be on me in no time.

So I ran as fast as I could, trying to put as much distance as I could between me and the front porch while I still had an advantage. But by the time I was two doors down, I heard him:

"Felix! Felix!" He cleared our front steps in a single leap. I heard his footsteps coming for me, faster and faster, closer and closer. "C'mere, jizzrag!"

"I'm not your--Ooph--" Barely ten seconds after I had run away from home, my brother tackled me onto our neighbor's lawn. It hurt a little, sure, but mostly I just felt shame... And his massive erection pushing against the rear of my sweatpants.

"Gotcha," Ace said, barely out of breath. "You 'lil scamp... Trying to turn me on?"

"What? N-no, I--"

"'Cause it's working." Straddling my body firmly, he tugged my pants and underwear down with one hand. I felt that long, thick pillar of cock slapping against my bare cheeks... Not as ridiculous as Riley's, sure, but big enough to send me into a panic.

"Ace, please, listen," I gasped, as he rubbed his bulging head up and down my crack. I could feel his pre-cum lubricating the entrance, but I knew it wouldn't be enough to make this a smooth ride. "I'm not your toy... I'm your brother... I'm a person, for fuck's sake! You can't just keep using my body, and you c-can't... Can't turn me into some kind of--Ungh!"

"Fuuuck yes," my brother groaned, burying his cock in my asshole. "...Yes I can... And it feels so fuckin' good... Mmmngh..."

I threw my head back and let out a whimper as he pounded me... Only to find someone meeting my gaze. Mrs. Logan peered at me from behind her tortoise-shell glasses, a garden spade in one hand and a bag of seeds in the other. I realized with a start that I was currently facedown on her front lawn, my flailing foot in one of her flower beds.

"...Hi boys," she said, recovering from her surprise. "Would you mind staying off the Peruvian lilies?"

"...Ungh... Um... S-sorry," I murmured, shifting my leg so that it was no longer kicking her flowers with each one of my brother's relentless thrusts.

"No harm done," the old lady said cheerfully, going back to her gardening... Which was just as well, since it was getting increasingly hard to talk.

Ace, however, was in a talkative mood. "Take it, you little f-fucking slut... C-cocksleeve... Bangbro... Jizzdump--Ungh!" I felt his load filling me up, but his rutting didn't slow in the slightest. "...M-more..."

"Ace, you gotta let me... Mgh... Let me--"

"Come on, guys!" I heard Mom's voice shouting from the street. Her SUV was pulled up right beside us, and she was gesturing through the open window. "Ace, knock it off! We've got an appointment!"

"But Mom, he ran," my brother wined, still pounding my ass with all his might. "Gave me blue balls... And they're not empty yet!"

"You can use Felix in the backseat, dear," she replied, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, throw him in. Oh, just make sure not to cum down his throat, okay? He's not supposed to eat before the procedure."

Slowly and awkwardly, Ace manhandled me into mom's car. His cock never left my ass, and after I was strapped in tight (one seatbelt over my torso, the other on my legs), he went right back to work.

"M-Mom..." Taking a deep breath, I tried to plead my case: "Are you seriously doing this? I mean, what even is 'this?' Plastic surgery? What the fuck are you gonna do to me?"

"Quiet, dear," my mother replied, her tone and body language the same as it might be if I were singing an annoying song. "Ace, your brother's leaking. Take care of it, would you? There're some baggies in the back of my seat.

I cringed as I realized that my cock was squirting a slow but steady trickle of jizz onto Mom's seats... And then I gasped as my brother's hand wrapped around it.

"Here ya go, bud," he said quietly, wrapping my sticky member in a ziplock bag and closing it partway. "Let me know if you fill it."

Before I could reply, he got right back to work. If his animalistic pace wasn't enough, every sharp turn and every sudden stop made Ace's body (and cock) slam into me even harder.

"Woops, sorry," Mom giggled, after one particularly-harsh brake. "We're here, boys!"

"Finally," Ace grunted. He had just finished with his third orgasm, and I could feel the erection in my ass begin to go soft.

"...I... I don't... You can't..." Exhausted, I let out a sigh and gave up.

I was half-asleep as Ace lifted me out of the car, struggling to take me very far--I'm not that much smaller than him, after all. But he was soon relieved by two young men dressed in scrubs, who held me upright and more-or-less dragged me inside.

I wasn't in much of a state to observe the building, but I do know that it reminded me of going to the dentist's. Modern, well-kept (if a little boring) lobby, followed by white hallways, then a waiting room with little more than a few chairs, a rack of flyers, and some posters advertising cosmetic treatments.

One thing I remember is the people, or lack thereof: while there were a couple of patients in the main lobby, after that I saw no customers at all. Just the employees--All fairly young and good-looking, both the men and the women.

My mom and brother waited with me for a while, making small talk while I sat there in a pool of my own jizz and embarassment. Just as I realized there was still a baggie full of spooge hanging off my dick, the door opened.

"Hello there, I'm Dr. Gauden," he said, speaking quickly. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Lasker. Oooh, and this must be Felix," he continued, giving me an appraising look as he shook hands with my family. "I understand you have a few big ideas... Let me just grab the chart, and we can go over it together."

Finally, some fucking answers. Maybe there's still time to stop whatever they're going to--

"Why don't you two follow me to the next room? Don't worry, my assistants will take good care of Felix."

"But--No--"

"Bye dear," Mom said happily, briefly stroking my cheek before getting up and following the doctor out of the room.

Ace joined them, giving me a little wave. "Bang ya soon!"

And then, before I could say another word, the door slammed shut and I was alone.

Growling with frustration, I pulled the cum-filled ziplock off my cock and threw it in the trash. I can't fucking believe this... There's gotta be a way out... My friends? Maybe they can--

But as I patted my pocket, I realized that my phone wasn't there. I was trapped, with no way to call for help... And there were footsteps outside the door.

"Felix?" A grinning face popped out from around the corner. "Hey, I'm Adrian. This is Adora," he said, as an equally-cheerful-looking woman popped into view. "We're here to take a few vitals, then give you some pills... Routine pre-op stuff. Sound okay?"

"What? No, I--"

"Great." With that he gave me a pat on the shoulder... But it was as if he'd hit me with a baseball bat. I mean, it didn't hurt or anything, but the wind was knocked out of me.

I couldn't even bring myself to keep talking, let alone run away as he bore down on me with a clipboard in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other.