Hugs were the extent to which we showed affection before I took control. It would never have been enough for me. After I was chosen by forces beyond my understanding to be given god-like power, I used that power in the most selfish way possible. The enslavement of my brother.

It was another day of torment for me. Sitting there watching my younger brother play with his toys, Ben had a way of crawling around and showing his little ass off. That, combined with his feet being tucked under his bottom, wearing his cute patterned socks, was the perfect way to get me hard. It took everything I had in me to not take him then and there.

Suddenly, I felt an awakening inside me. I could see the fires of creation in my mind's eye, and I felt that my desires could finally be made real. I used my power for the first time to reshape reality, and created a world where Ben and I could be together alone forever.

My earthly desires were never stronger, and I noticed that we were both floating in a vast void. Using my power, I made a room resembling the basement of our former house, and I moved his unconscious body to the darkened room where we would spend the rest of our days. 

He wasn't going to wake up unless I wanted him to, so I prepared his prison carefully. A modified chair with spread raised legs and straps for every limb. A crib with restraints for very fussy baby brothers to sleep in. A small cage for when he needs to be reminded that he belongs to me. And a nice, big bed for us to cuddle in, just like old times.

Just as I finished securing him to the chair, I woke him up. He seemed cutely drowsy at first, but he began to panic when he realized that he couldn't move. 

"Where are we?! Big brother, I'm scared!"

"Don't worry, Benny. We're safe here. Nobody will ever find us."

This seemed to comfort him somewhat, if only momentarily. However, he still seemed to be confused as to why he was tied down. And as to why I wasn't.

I explained to him that I was the one who brought us here and that he needed to be restrained for safety. I didn't want him hurting himself trying to escape, and that I didn't want him getting any ideas about harming me during his training.

The look of confused horror on his face was intoxicating. He knew in that instant that his older brother had taken advantage of him. Oh, how I savored the moment.

Feeling tension in the air, I continued, "I see no reason to delay the first step of your training now that you know why you're here."

"No! Please I'll be good! Please let me go! I miss dad!"

I covered his mouth forcefully, "Good little boys have to earn the right to speak. Until then, have fun suckling on this.

I produced a pacifier gag with a large rubber bulb and moved toward his mouth with it. As expected, and much to my enjoyment, he held his mouth firmly shut, not wanting to let the bulb past his lips. Seeing this, I began to move my fingers towards his belly and sides, motioning as if to tickle him.

He saw this and started to panic. His eyes began to dart around, trying to find any way to escape my encroaching fingers. Just as I predicted, as my fingers made contact with his belly, he began to squeal with his mouth still closed and thrash against his restraints. Taking notice of his still closed mouth, I decided to escalate the tickling.

I moved one hand down to his inner thigh. I knew that this was his most ticklish spot from all the wrestling we did. Once I began to tickle his leg, he predictably laughed out loud and I was able to secure the paci in his mouth with the head straps. He was finally gagged and I could continue with his training. 

"As i said. Little boys must earn the right to speak. And you have a lot of training to do before you get to talk again."

His heavy breathing after being tickled gave way to deep breaths and a look of disdain. He looked like he wanted to punch me, or maybe he just wanted to know why I was doing it.

"That defiant look on your face is telling me that you don't plan to cooperate. If you plan to fight against me, just know that you won't last long before you realize that it's easier for both of us if you just do what i say."

Then came the tears. The attempts to beg through his gag. The whimpering and the moaning. The thought that he was nothing more than a plaything for me.

But that was the farthest thing from the truth. He was my everything. I was infatuated with him. I needed to condition him and train him so that he would love me as deeply as I loved him. If it took an eternity, then that was time I was willing to spend if it meant that he would reciprocate my idolization of him.

I began my work in earnest. Steeling my resolve, I pulled out a pair of scissors and started to cut his pants off. He shook around more, trying to get away from my hands as I pulled the fabric away from his thin smooth legs. Working around the restraints was more difficult than expected, but not totally unmanageable. Once I got his pants totally off, I stared at his bare legs for a few moments before setting to work on his underwear.

He wore boxers despite being so young. He wanted to appear cool to his classmates, and always whined to our father that he didn't want to wear briefs anymore. Disgusted, I unceremoniously cut the boxers away and cut the resulting rags into smaller pieces before tossing them aside.

Benny was noticeably uncomfortable at the lack of covering for his penis. He began to fidget around and try to hide his little cock, but only for a moment before conceding victory to the immobilizing restraints. I reached in and hefted his tight balls, causing him to recoil again.

"What a cute little peepee you have there! It's such a shame that I haven't been able to see it very often before now. And an even bigger shame that this is the very first time I've ever been able to feel it in my hands."

As he grunted and shook around, I began to stroke his little one-inch shaft up and down. I knew that he had his first erection much earlier than most boys, and his cock predictably grew from the stimulation. It wasn't long before Ben was crying and whimpering. "Please don't do this." was written plainly on his face. 

"What a good boy, getting nice and hard for your big brother. We're going to have lots of fun playing together like this. But first I'll have to make sure that you don't get any wrong ideas about how this is going to work." 

I stopped stroking him and flicked his testicles several times, causing him to yelp and whine. His penis shrank back down due to the discomfort.

"Your peepee belongs to me now. I'm going to be in total control from now on. I saw you masturbating under your covers before, and if you even think about touching yourself without my permission, you'll regret it."

Ben quietly sobbed through the preceding lecture. Despite his pleading expression, I then continued to molest his exposed cock. He got hard as quickly as the first time, and before long he was moaning through his tears. I increased the pace of my stroking and got him close to orgasm, and then promptly stopped.

He grunted through the pacifier gag and seemed frustrated. Bending down over him and hugging my arms around his hips, I pressed my cheek against his belly and sweetly told him, "Benny, don't be afraid. I'm going to let you have an orgasm to celebrate our first day alone together."

He squirmed under me as his cock continued to go limp after i stopped touching him. I pulled away from him and began to take my pants off. The wary look on his face suggested that he was unsure what i was planning. My penis was rock hard and ready to go, and so i grabbed some lube from the nearby shelf and rubbed some on as Ben continued to stare at me.

He looked so cute helplessly strapped down wearing nothing but his blue t-shirt and striped socks. And as I approached his hole, he started crying and thrashing fruitlessly in his restraints, finally understanding what I had in mind. His hole offered resistance as expected, and I had to give him a few humps before his hole finally gave way to my modestly sized cock. Once I started to move in and out of him, his hole relaxed slightly and he began to cry more.

"It's alright to cry. You are just my baby brother after all. It's expected for a little baby to cry when he's upset." I said as I continued to pound his virgin ass. "Once I finish making love to you, I'm going to let you rest for a while before we do anything else. Whether or not you cum for me will determine how long you get to relax, so i suggest that you try your best to enjoy my cock in your bottom."

The pressure of my penis inside of him was beginning to take its toll on his battered mind, and he started silently moaning again like when I was stroking him. Not caring whether or not he was faking it, i continued to fuck him roughly.

After some time, a slight change in his breathing told me that he was close to cumming... and so was I. It couldn't have been more perfect synchronization for our first time making love. I leaned in and kissed him passionately while thrusting into him harder than before. He weakly began to leak cum and pant heavily as an orgasm shook his 8 year old body. And as he moaned with pleasure, I came in my baby brother's ass for the first time.

Weary from all the excitement, I pulled my cock out of him and leaned down for a kiss on the cheek before turning aside to grab more tools from the shelf. More lube, a beginner's butt plug, and a thick baby-printed diaper. 

"You were a very good boy for me," I explained. "and I promised you'd get to rest before the next activity. But before that, we just have to make sure we don't have any unplanned accidents."

Unable to react very cognizantly after such a rough orgasm, he simply groaned at the sight of the implements I prepared. Despite his protests, I had to act quickly while his ass was still loose. The plug slid in easily with the help of the lube, and Ben shuddered as it popped into place.

Next, to his dismay, came the diaper. I slid it under his bottom, and rubbed some powder into his privates, still sensitive from being used so roughly. He smelled like a nursery, and reminded me of when we shared a room when we were little. Finally, I tightly taped it onto him and gave his crotch a firm pat to indicate that I was finished. He squirmed slightly to gauge how thick his new underwear was, and grunted slightly when he realized that it was big enough to force his legs apart even without the restraints.

"These are your new undies, baby." I smiled. "Since they're so big we won't have to change you very often. I hope you're comfy, because you'll be staying in that diaper until it's used fully."

Ben was still exhausted from cumming, and offered little resistance as I began to unstrap him from the bondage chair. His feet and thighs were the first to be released, and I slid his shoes back on him before continuing. Next came the straps across his chest and head. Turning his head to the side once it was freed, Ben looked deliriously at the rest of the room. Last, I unstrapped his arms and wrists and picked him up with his legs around my waist and my hand supporting his bottom.

I carried him to his crib and placed him down gently on top of the waiting restraints. Something activated in his mind the moment I secured his wrists down and he began to thrash around as violently as his exhausted condition would allow. His muffled yelling was a mixture of begging and anger. In any other situation i might be upset that he was fighting me, but knowing that i was fully in control of him made his protests all the more sweet. That eventually he would love me unconditionally, no matter how depraved my treatment of him was.

Finishing up with restraining him in his crib, i then produced a frilled, wool baby bonnet from underneath the crib and secured it around his chin with a string. I kissed him on the forehead before standing back up straight, and proceeded to cover him with a thick winter blanket. Pulling the blanket up to his neck, i also wrapped it around his feet to keep him totally encased in the heat.

I remotely turned on the vibration of the butt plug and took one last look at him before letting him try to sleep under the hot uncomfortable blanket. He was still cutely squirming around trying to get the covers off. His face was contorted in frustration, and he was breathing heavily. I delighted in seeing him like this, and despite everything I could tell that he still had hopes of escaping me. 

But all his hopes would be broken down in the eternity to come.