Sharon beats Johhny.

"Open your mouth, bitch."

"You put that near me, and I'll bite the fucking thing off," John screamed through gritted teeth, the red lipstick smearing across his rubber hood.

Sharon's smile widened. The fight excited her, but the breaking—there was nothing quite like it. She whispered something to James, who nodded and moved behind John without hesitation. She backhanded John's rubber-clad face with a crack that echoed through the room. He rocked on his knees but kept his mouth clamped shut, jaw muscles bulging.

James pinched his nose shut through the rubber hood, cutting off his air. John held out as long as he could, his face turning purple behind the hood, but eventually his mouth opened in a gasping breath. It wasn't wide enough to satisfy Sharon.

She drove her foot into his balls with a vicious kick that lifted him off his knees. His mouth opened in a silent scream of agony, and James immediately grabbed his head, holding it immobile.

Sharon worked quickly, slipping a dental mouth gag between his teeth and ratcheting it open. John gagged and choked as she forced two rubber wedges between his back teeth, wedging his jaw open so wide his joints popped. He wouldn't be able to close his mouth until they removed them.

"Perfect," she purred, running a gloved finger over James's cock. "Now, baby brother, it’s all ready for you. Fuck it’s face like the worthless cunt it is."

James stepped forward, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Ms. Sharon."

He took hold of John's head and pushed his cock into that forced-open mouth, while Sharon watched, her hand sliding between her own legs, her cunt soaking through her panties at the sight of John's complete and utter defeat.

James took his time, savoring every precious second of freedom after three weeks locked away. The heat and wetness of John's forced-open mouth, the panicked flutter of his tongue against the shaft—it was heaven. He gripped the rubber hood tight, watching his sister pleasure herself beside him, her eyes dark with approval. That look alone nearly made him come.

He pushed deeper, feeling John gag and choke around him, the sound music to his ears. The tears streaming down John's face, the pathetic gurgling noises—James had never felt so powerful, so completely loved by his sister. She was giving him this gift, this moment of dominance, and he was going to make her proud.

It became too much—the sensation, the power, Sharon's moans of pleasure beside him. He exploded with a groan, three weeks of saved-up cum flooding John's mouth and throat. He held John's head in place, making sure every drop went down, while Sharon cried out her own orgasm, her hand soaked with her juices.

She collected herself, breathing hard, and smiled at her beautiful brother. "Make sure it swallows it all, baby," she purred, her voice thick with affection.

James pulled out slowly, wiping his cock across the red-painted rubber lips of their creation, marking him with the last smears of cum. Then he walked behind John, grabbed a fistful of the hood, and yanked his head back. John coughed and convulsed as the final remnants slid down his throat, his body heaving with sobs.

James returned to his sister's side, kneeling at her feet, his cock still dripping.

She stroked his hair lovingly.

John slumped forward, defeated, his body shaking with silent tears. He'd fallen as low as a man could fall—face-fucked, force-fed cum, sealed in rubber, and broken completely. He hated her. Hated them both. But most of all, he hated himself for the way his cock still throbbed in those rubber panties, betraying him until the very end.

"You know, James, I could do with a nice shower and a bit of a rest," Sharon said, her voice warm and intimate. She reached down and stroked his hair, her fingers gentle. "I'd like you to join me; you look a bit sweaty yourself, my darling."

"Yes, Ms. Sharon," James replied, his eyes shining with devotion. "That would be wonderful."

"But first," she continued, her tone shifting to business, "did you bring those tools I asked for?"

"Of course, Ms. Sharon. I never forget anything you ask of me."

"Perfect. How long to put up a single ring?"

"Ten minutes, plus cleanup, Ms. Sharon."

She stood and walked to the corner of John's master bedroom, her heels clicking on the hardwood. She touched a spot on the wall about 4 feet up. "Right here, I think. Perfect height for a kneeling bitch."

"Ten minutes exactly, Ms. Sharon."

"Good. Get on with it. Don't worry about the cleanup—this piece of shit can clean the dust up later."

John groaned behind his gag, the sound muffled and pathetic. Now they're doing DIY in my fucking bedroom, he thought, his mind breaking a little more.

He felt a sharp tug on his leash, and James hauled him to his feet and dragged him to the corner. Sharon took a blindfold from the bed, and that was the last thing John saw before darkness consumed him. She roughly buckled it to his hood, plunging him into blackness.

Then she removed the rubber wedges from his mouth. John worked his jaw, opening and closing it, making sure nothing was broken, his joints popping with relief. Before he could even draw breath, she shoved a blue pill down the back of his throat before something thick and rubbery was pushed deep into his mouth, filling it completely. A strap was buckled brutally tight at the back of his head, pulling his cheeks in and making him gag.

Beside him, the drill whirred to life. James worked efficiently, the sound of the bit chewing into John's wall a violation of yet another part of his life. Unseen by John, James inserted an anchor bolt and screwed a heavy steel ring into the wall, testing it with a sharp tug.

"All done, Ms. Sharon," James announced, his voice full of pride. "Solid as a rock."

"Excellent work," she cooed, running her hand down James's chest with loving affection. "Now help me with this. Bring the bag."

James practically glowed under her praise, retrieving the leather bag and dropping it beside her with eager obedience. Together, they manhandled John into position, Sharon treating him like a piece of furniture to be arranged.

She pulled out a jumble of black leather straps, each with a sinister cinch buckle. "Watch closely, baby," she instructed James, her voice warm and instructive. "This is how you properly immobilize a worthless cunt."

She strapped the first one just above John's elbows, yanking it viciously tight until he moaned in agony, his arms forced together behind his back. "See how he can't move? That's what we want."

James nodded, his eyes shining with admiration.

She strapped another around his chest, trapping his arms completely, then took a length of rope and threaded it through the chest strap. She ran it under his crotch to the back buckle, then back under again, pulling it so tight his cock strained obscenely against the rubber panties, trapped and pointing straight up in its rope prison.

"Look at that," she said proudly, showing James the result. "His pathetic little dick can't even hide now. It's on full display like the useless piece of meat it is.” She gave the rope a final brutal tug, making John whimper behind his gag. "See how the rope frames his pathetic little cock? It's almost artistic."

She added strap after strap—around his hips, his knees, his ankles—each one cinched viciously tight. Then she drove her fist into his stomach with a casual cruelty that made him double over, gasping for air through the gag.

"Kneel, bitch," she commanded. John practically fell to his knees, the ropes pulling taut and crushing his balls in their rubber prison. The knee straps bit into the backs of his legs like teeth.

"Perfect," she breathed, then turned to James with a warm smile. "Now watch this, this is the important part."

She fed another rope through his cuffed hands and the ankle straps, pulling it so tight John had to arch backward in a painful bow. "Tie it off for me," she instructed James, who obeyed with reverent precision.

A thick chain snapped onto his steel collar, pulled taut, and clipped to the newly installed ring in the wall. To finish, she took three industrial-strength wire spring clips and snapped them onto his cock through the rubber, making him scream into his gag.

"There," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "He's not going anywhere, is he, baby?"

"No, Ms. Sharon," James replied, his voice full of awe.

She stroked his hair lovingly. " Now go start the shower for us. This piece of shit will keep."

As James hurried to obey, Sharon gave John's trapped cock one final, vicious kick.” Enjoy the darkness, Johnny boy. We'll be back when we're good and ready."

She followed James to the bathroom, leaving John kneeling in darkness, listening to their footsteps fade, the taste of rubber filling his mouth. As much as he tried, he couldn't move; a mild claustrophobic panic was nipping at the back of his mind. But despite everything, his cock remained hard and traitorous in its rubber prison..