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Qrs Tuvwxyz arrived at the Taskmaster Hotel at precisely 3:00 PM—the check-in time, according to the hotel’s poorly designed website—with his twin, Little Alex Horne, in tow.
This hotel was not Qrs’s first choice for lodging. It wasn’t even his second or third choice, but it was really close to the Forks and Marbles convention he would be attending. More importantly, the hotel just so happened to have recently come under new management—serendipitously, that of Alex Horne’s Taskmaster.
Qrs was only slightly familiar with the Taskmaster, Greg Davies, having wandered away from the “family” many years ago and never finding much of a reason to come back. But when he made the connection between the Taskmaster Hotel and Little Alex, he felt compelled to stay there. The stay was only for a couple nights, anyway. He could make it work. So without another thought, he had booked the reservation. Then, perhaps feeling wistful at the idea of being so close to Alex—who had always been his personal favourite out of his fifteen identical brothers—Qrs called Alex up and invited him along. Thankfully, for whatever reason, Alex agreed.
Presently, Mr. Qrs Tuvwxyz found himself waiting in the empty reception room of the small and unimpressive hotel, Alex behind him nervously fidgeting and muttering a litany of excuses for why the service may not be up to his usual standards. Qrs heaved a deep sigh before turning to face his brother, looking Alex dead in the eye. “None of this is your fault, Alex. Just let me handle it, okay?”
Just then, three bumbling twats entered the room and “greeted” them. An older gentleman with greying hair and glasses, a short middle-aged blonde woman, and a younger man who looked completely lost and out of place. There were no apologies or explanations for why they were late, as if Qrs wasn’t already agitated enough by the situation! He took a calming breath, for Alex’s sake, deciding to move past his annoyance for now.
Ignoring any of their attempts at casual conversation (the young one even tried to offer him a complimentary feather, of all things!), Qrs firmly said, “I’d like to check into my room, please.”
“Of course sir!” the lady exclaimed, then stood staring at him in silence.
The moment dragged on, feeling like the oddest sort of standoff, before Qrs finally broke into the awkward atmosphere with a testy “and what room am I in?” He watched irritatedly as the three fumbled around with the guest book, listing out random names and room numbers as if he could just be anybody who’d wandered in.
“What’s your favourite number?” the woman finally asked.
Qrs was briefly thrown and had to pause, thoroughly baffled by the ridiculous question. “Is that how it works?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
“Please,” Alex finally said from behind him, placatingly. “This is Mr. Qrs Tuvwxyz. He booked a room for today. T-u-v-w-x-y-zed,” he added in an attempt to speed things up.
Having finally found Qrs’s name in the book, the older man said, “Right, I’ve checked you in, sir. Room 20.” He passed Qrs a room key. Finally, a little bit of competence!
“Thank you, sir,” Qrs said with a nod, never forgetting his manners. “And where is room 20?” His question was met with three blank stares.
Oh for Christ’s sake.
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After much time searching the grounds, most of which Qrs and Alex spent waiting in the hotel kitchen (the kitchen! really, the audacity!), the three goofs eventually found room 20 in an outdoor caravan. The room was nowhere close to ideal, but at this point Qrs would just be happy to get away from these strange people and to finally have some alone time with Alex.
The young one, who Qrs had gathered was named Sam, went to open the locked door but naturally struggled without having a key. Qrs watched in agitated amazement until Sam got around to asking, “Are you good with keys?”
Qrs put his key in the door and opened it wide with a grand, florid motion, staring Sam down so he’d know exactly what Qrs thought of him.
Sam either didn’t notice the disdain or didn’t care. “Right, brilliant!” Sam said. “And if this room is not to your liking…here are the keys to all the other rooms.” He handed Qrs the keys and started running back across the lawn. Qrs gave Alex a look that could have melted nickel.
“Urgh, I’m terribly sorry. They’re all new hires and they haven’t really been through proper training—” Alex started rambling anxiously.
“Alex,” Qrs interrupted. “Please stop apologising. I just want to get inside and put my bags down.”
“Yes. Yes of course.” Alex stepped aside and gestured for Qrs to go in first.
Some awkward shuffling and rearranging occurred once they both entered the caravan (this room really was not meant for two decently sized men and a pair of luggage). Qrs put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the outside of the door and closed it. Sitting on the bed, facing the long lost twin standing before him, Qrs finally felt settled enough to start the conversation with Alex he was so desperate to have.
Qrs looked his twin up and down. “So, Alex. You are certainly a sight for sore eyes,” he chuckled at his own little joke. After all, they looked almost exactly the same. That was, apart from Alex’s awfully fitted wardrobe, and meek, almost demure appearance; quite the contrast to Qrs’s own all-black attire and self-confident attitude. Alex smiled softly. Qrs patted the spot beside him on the bed, indicating for Alex to join him. “That’s a good boy,” Qrs said when Alex sat close to him, their thighs pressing together. “Now, tell me all about what you’ve been up to.”
They chatted for what felt like a good long while, falling into a comfortable rhythm that must have come from being twins, since, truth be told, they hadn’t seen each other in person very much.
As Alex continued to talk about all the work he’d been doing for the Taskmaster series and a variety of other pet projects, Qrs took some time to study his appearance. He was much greyer than Qrs remembered, with slight bags under his eyes and just a general look of exhaustion. It was like looking in a somewhat distorted mirror. Qrs could see himself in Alex, but he could also see a different person who was weighed down by the stresses of life. Qrs had his own collection of problems and stressors, but he found ways to deal with them. Typically involving sex.
Suddenly struck with the urge to take care of Alex—in every way possible—Qrs stopped Alex mid-sentence by grasping each side of Alex’s face, his leather jacket tightening around his shoulder blades with the tension. He stared intently into Alex’s eyes. “I’m going to take good care of you, Alex.” Qrs’s hands glided down Alex’s cheeks, the sides of his neck, until he reached his shoulders and gave them a squeeze, meant to be reassuring. Alex leaned ever so slightly into Qrs’s touch, nearly close enough for a kiss… but Qrs held him back with a gentle push. Qrs wasn’t quite ready for that level of affection.
“How about that Taskmaster of yours? He treating you well?”
“Yes,” Alex answered immediately. “I love serving Him.”
“Hmm.” Qrs put a finger to his lips. He studied Alex’s face intently. “Quite. You always were a bit… subservient, wouldn’t you say?”
Alex shrugged and looked down at the floor, in the direction of Qrs’s feet. That was about all the answer Qrs needed.
“Alex,” Qrs said. Putting a hand to Alex’s chin, Qrs gently lifted his face until their gazes locked once again. “I care about you, alright? I just want to make sure you’re being taken care of. That someone is meeting all of your… all of your needs.”
“Qrs, please. We shouldn’t—”
Qrs shushed him as he rubbed a thumb across Alex’s bottom lip. Alex let out a slight moan as his lips parted, almost inviting Qrs to slip a digit inside his mouth. Qrs left his thumb resting on Alex’s lip. “Alex, let me take care of you, okay?” There was a pause. Qrs waited until Alex gave him a satisfying nod, then pulled his hand back. “Good. Now, what could I get for you? Something to eat? Some milk, perhaps?”
Alex’s posture relaxed, resigned to his fate. “Yes, please. A glass of milk sounds nice.”
Qrs grabbed the telephone and dialled up reception. “This is Qrs Tuvwxyz. Yes, the Qrs in room 20,” he said, exasperated. “I’d like to order room service. A hot cucumber sandwich and a glass of milk, please. Thank you.” He pressed the ‘end call’ button and tossed the phone aside.
That task accomplished, Qrs and Alex resumed their relaxed conversation, this time focusing on Qrs and his upcoming presentation regarding the benefits of mixing marbles with flatware. After running out of things to say, Qrs checked his watch and realised nearly thirty minutes had passed. “What the bloody hell is taking so long?” he asked.
“I think they’re here,” Alex said as he raised a pointer finger towards the window.
Qrs turned his face abruptly to look, and sure enough, all three hotel workers were right at the door and making their way inside posthaste. “Don’t they see the damn ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign?” Qrs growled under his breath.
“Here’s your milk, sir!” the daft female worker (Lacy? Lexi?) said in an overly cheery voice as she held the glass out to him.
“Thank you,” Qrs declared. He grabbed the milk and turned a bit to hand the glass over to Alex, but when he turned back around he was surprised to see the three others still standing there. Had they not heard him the first time? “Thank you,” he affirmed with a pointed look. When they still didn’t leave, he emphasised, slowly and clearly, “I’d like some privacy now.”
“But what about a song? Would you like us to sing you a song?” the lady asked.
“No!” His voice rose an octave. He hated that—he never raised his voice! Not if he could help it. But, oh, if anyone could bring out his petulant side, it was these Taskmaster employees. “What I would like is some time alone with my brother! Now please. Leave.”
Blessedly, they left.
Finally alone again, Qrs stood up and started stripping out of his jacket and turtleneck, followed by his shoes and socks. Now down to his white vest and trousers, he chanced a look back at Alex, who was blushing fiercely. Honestly, who blushed at seeing their own sibling taking off their clothes? Such a strange (and delightful) man Alex was.
Qrs stepped back towards the bed. He took the glass of milk from Alex and placed it on the side table—Alex had waited this long, he could wait a few more minutes to drink it. Qrs gripped Alex by the arm, hauling him upwards, then grabbed him by the lapels and pulled him in even closer. “Why are you always wearing this ridiculously oversized, cheap suit? Because it’s what Greg tells you to wear?” Qrs asked, sneering at the Taskmaster’s name.
“This is the uniform provided to me, and yes, He wants me to wear it at all times. I think He uh, might have got the measurements wrong? But it’s fine. I just want to be good for Him and—”
“Well, today you can be good for me.” Qrs gave Alex a quick glance up and down. “You remember how this is done, don’t you?” Alex bit down on his lower lip and oh yes, Qrs wanted to destroy him. “Get down on your hands and knees, Alex.”
Alex groaned and sank down to the floor.
“Crawl over there,” Qrs said, indicating the far side of the caravan. He wanted to be sitting down for this and he needed Alex out of the way. Qrs made himself comfortable on the bed, watching with delight as Alex wriggled across the floor, almost like a snake. Alex moved himself around until he was facing in Qrs’s direction, knelt on the floor, looking up with wide, blue eyes.
“What now, Qrs?” Alex asked.
Qrs shook his head in dismay. “I don’t want you calling me Qrs, tonight. No, no, that won’t do. We need to think of something…” he trailed off, pretending to think about it. “Ah! What name do you call your Taskmaster?” he said with a smirk. He knew exactly what the answer was, but he needed to make Alex say it.
“I don’t—Greg. His name is Greg.” There was a slightly stern edge to his voice.
Qrs sighed in annoyance. “I know his name, Alex. But what do you call him?” He raised his eyebrows and gave a little nod—a dose of encouragement.
Alex briefly squeezed his eyes shut before reopening them. He looked newly determined, yet Qrs could sense the lingering hint of apprehension behind his eyes. Qrs knew Alex could tell where this was going, whether he liked it or not.
“Daddy.” Alex said it so quietly, Qrs wasn’t sure at first if he’d even spoken. “I call Him ‘Daddy.’”
Qrs’s face lit up in a grin. “That’s it! That’s what you’ll be calling me for the rest of the night.”
A delicious whimper erupted from Alex’s throat. Perfect. God, Qrs enjoyed this. Maybe he should have come visiting much sooner. Qrs put a hand to his chin, thinking about all the other things he could make Alex do, when suddenly his stomach growled emphatically. That was when Qrs realised… those idiots never brought him his sandwich. Bollocks.
With a groan of frustration, Qrs picked up the phone and dialled the number for reception again. As the phone rang and rang and Alex continued to look at him from his kneeling position with the most puppy dog of eyes he’d ever seen…
Inspiration hit.
“Yes sir?” the old uncle type of the group, Julian, said from the other end of the line, interrupting his thoughts.
“I never did get my sandwich,” Qrs said as politely as he could muster.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, sir. There was a mix-up in the kitchen and there’s been a delay…”
“Yes, yes. Just bring it here as soon as you can.”
“Yes, of course, sir.”
Remembering his earlier thought, Qrs added, “Wait. I have another request.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Could you please bring me the closest thing you have to a dog bowl?”
*****
Qrs had hung up the phone and was looking at Alex with the most dastardly twinkle in his eye. “Well, let’s see how long it takes this time,” he said. “Look at the floor while we wait, please, Alex.”
Alex did as he was told, of course. The floor of the caravan was hard on his knees, but he didn’t mind too much. The pain kept him grounded in the moment, and regardless, he was used to it. What made him more uncomfortable was the fact that his brother sat right there, watching him… making him kneel on the floor like a dog. How would Greg react to this? He wondered. Amused? Aroused? Disgusted? Either way, Alex felt a surge of humiliation at the thought.
And, oh, God, he loved that rush of shame. Heaven save his soul.
The next bit passed in silence, except for the rattling noises coming from the other side of the van. Alex figured Qrs was going through his luggage, putting away his things, but Alex didn’t dare look up to confirm his suspicions.
Alex continued to stare at the ugly green flooring. He started to count the seconds in his mind, a bit curious how much longer it would take for Qrs to get his sandwich. Two hundred seconds had gone by before Alex realised he wasn’t thinking about anything else. The mindlessness of counting was… nice. Calming. Almost cathartic.
“Hi!” A voice from somewhere outside. Sam?
“What are you doing?” Qrs exclaimed, more flustered than ever.
Alex couldn’t help himself. He sneaked a tiny glance upwards and could just barely make out a pair of hands reaching in through the caravan window, the one above the bed. Qrs took the proffered objects, presumably a sandwich on a plate and the dog bowl he’d requested, placing them down on the bed.
Qrs pointed towards the door. “It says do not disturb.”
“You gotta learn to relax, man,” Sam said. “You should get the spa treatment.”
“I’m good, thanks!”
“Alright, then.” Sam took his leave, and Qrs heaved another deep sigh.
“Seriously. Where did your Taskmaster find these people?” Qrs asked.
Alex closed his eyes and shook his head with a tad bit of embarrassment. But he was through making excuses, because there really were none.
“Well, anyway. I have what I need now,” Qrs said. Alex still looked down, listening closely as Qrs shuffled around the caravan and prepared for whatever he was going to do.
Before long, Qrs’s feet came into Alex’s immediate view. Then, his brother leaned over and placed something in front of Alex.
A real dog bowl. Filled with milk.
“Here you go, Alex. There’s your milk. I do apologise for the wait. You’ve been so very patient.”
Alex felt his eyes widen, his pupils dilating. Qrs couldn’t really mean for Alex to…well…drink out of a dog bowl, could he? Maybe if he just lifted the bowl to his mouth, it wouldn’t be so bad. Like drinking out of a cup…
“On all fours, please,” Qrs stated.
Oh, god.
Alex placed his hands down flat on the floor on either side of the bowl. Licking his lips in preparation, he very gingerly leaned forward until he was hovering just above the white liquid. He let out a breath through his nose and stuck out the end of his tongue, giving himself just a little taste.
“Keep going,” Qrs said, sounding a bit breathless. “Drink it all up.”
He really went for the milk then, tongue darting in and out as he tried his hardest to drink as much as he could. Drinking like this was messy and sloppy and there was liquid dripping all over his beard—Alex was a mucky pup indeed.
A moan sounded from the corner of the room. Alex paused mid-lick, looking up abruptly to catch a glimpse of Qrs with his hand on his crotch.
“What are you doing?” Alex whined.
“Never you mind,” Qrs said. “Just keep drinking your milk, like a good little boy.” Qrs continued to move his hand in slow circles, pausing every once in a while to grip himself through his trousers while letting out a gasp or groan. Alex diverted his gaze to the liquid in his bowl, cheeks burning with the shame of the situation he found himself in.
Feeling like he was completely on fire, Alex returned to lapping up his milk, but it wasn’t long before he was again interrupted—this time by the distinct sound of a zipper being unzipped. Alex looked up again at his brother, who now had his hard cock in hand. “Qrs!”
“Who’s that now?” Qrs said sternly.
“Uh, I mean, Daddy. You—you can’t!”
Qrs smirked at him. “Oh, Alex.” Qrs began to stroke himself, head thrown back against the wall of the van. “Haven’t you learned by now? I can do whatever I want to.” He shuddered in pleasure. “And nobody can stop me. Not the employees. Not Greg. And certainly not you. Now… Drink. Your. Milk.”
Fuck. Alex returned his gaze to the bowl, and he drank. At least while drinking up the milk he didn’t have to watch while his brother—his twin—got himself off. But just knowing Qrs was there, doing something so filthy, aroused at the sight of Alex being so degraded and humiliated…
Alex’s cock was instantly hard, pressing against the front of his trousers with absolutely no relief in sight. Groaning, Alex lapped at the milk faster, desiring now to hasten things along.
“Nng, yes, Alex. Just like that.” Qrs’s strokes were getting faster and faster; Alex could hear his quickening breaths.
Alex continued at a rapid pace until most of the liquid was gone, and all that was left was a film of milky substance concentrated inside the bowl. He imagined Qrs would want him to be thorough, plus he hadn’t yet been told to stop. So after taking a few much needed breaths, Alex dived back into his task, licking up every last drop from the bottom of the bowl and around the inner edges.
From his vantage point, Alex couldn’t really see what Qrs was doing, but he heard the creaking of the bed as his brother stood up and could sense him moving closer. Now Qrs stood towering over Alex, the sound of his hand moving against the flesh of his cock painfully clear in the otherwise quiet caravan. Qrs let out a string of expletives that Alex himself would never say.
Alex was just licking up the final drops when Qrs spoke, “That’s… that’s very good, Alex. You drank up all your milk.” He gasped, “God, yes. You look so good like that...hng, yes, yes, yes. You’ve earned this…as a special treat. Such a good boy. Here you go…your cream.” Alex sat back on his heels and looked up to see Qrs’s fist tightening around his cock, continuing to stroke with quick, jerky movements—bracing himself as Qrs came all over his face.
Drops of come fell on Alex’s forehead, his nose. There were strings of come running down his cheeks, while some even landed on his eyelid. Alex sputtered and whined, feeling dirty and depraved.
Qrs let out another wanton moan as he finished. Then Qrs reached towards Alex’s face with a thumb, gathered a drop of come on the pad of his digit and brought it to his own mouth. “Mmm, want a taste?” he asked.
Alex knew it wasn’t really a question. He nodded and opened his mouth in anticipation. Qrs touched Alex’s face again, using his index and middle fingers to gather a good amount of semen before sticking them into Alex’s waiting mouth. Alex closed his lips around those oh so familiar fingers, sucking and slurping the way Daddy liked. He moaned as the taste hit the back of his throat. The whole thing was so very, very wrong.
And Alex was harder than ever. “Please, Daddy,” he said when Qrs’s fingers slipped out of his mouth. “I need to…”
Qrs tucked himself away in his pants and zipped up his trousers. He ran a hand through Alex’s hair, an identical gap-toothed grin lighting up his face. “Ah, does my little boy need to come, too?”
Alex nodded vigorously. “Yes, please!”
Qrs nodded to himself. “Alright. Go ahead and touch yourself. I’m going to watch.” He returned to the bed, laying himself across it nonchalantly, even taking a couple casual bites of his sandwich.
Alex blushed to the tips of his ears as he unzipped his own trousers, pulling his pants down just enough to expose himself. His cock was rock hard, even though it only stood a few inches tall. How were he and his twin the exact same size, yet he was the one who felt so small?
Putting that thought aside, Alex placed a hand around his cock and started to jerk himself off. Alex’s thighs gradually spread further apart to accommodate his movements, straining against the fabric of his trousers.
“This is actually quite tasty,” Qrs said as he chomped on his sandwich, pausing occasionally to lick his fingers for seemingly no reason at all. He let one slender finger slide out of his mouth with a popping noise before placing the plate to the side and sitting up on the bed. He took a glance at his watch. “Ah, I have enough time. I think I will take that spa treatment.”
Qrs got up, undid his belt and let his trousers fall all the way off. He posed like that with his hands on his hips, giving Alex a nice view of the tight black pants he wore. Alex let out a little moan as he tightened his grip, precum gathering on his shaft.
“You’re doing so well,” Qrs smiled down at him. Alex sped up his motions, encouraged by his brother’s attention. “Does it feel nice? Stroking yourself with my seed all over your face?”
“Yesss, Daddy.” A coil of shame unravelled in Alex’s gut, bringing him ever closer to the edge.
“Yeah. Thought so. You act all innocent, but you’re a bit of a pervert, aren’t you Alex?”
“Mmm,” he moaned in embarrassed agreement.
“You get off on this just as much as I do. Admit it, Alex. Say ‘I’m a pervert.’”
“I’m a—shit,” Alex whispered the swear word under his breath, his strokes quickening as he struggled to get the words out.
“Say it.” Qrs’s voice held a hint of warning.
“I’m a… I’m a pervert!”
“Good, that’s very good. Now. What would your Taskmaster make of all this, hmm?”
“Hng, gaah,” Alex panted. He was imagining it now. Greg watching as Qrs humiliated him, dominated him. Slurping up his milk like a dog, jacking off on the dirty floor of the caravan, licking the come off of his brother’s fingers… “Oh, God.”
“Do you think he’d be pleased with your performance?”
“I—I think—I don’t—” Alex wouldn't last much longer. He couldn’t.
A hand ran through his hair, then cradled the back of his head. “Because I am, Alex. I am very pleased. You’ve been a very, very good boy, and Daddy wants you to come. Now.”
That was all it took to send Alex over the edge. He came with a shout, hot come spurting over his hand and falling onto the floor in front of Qrs’s feet. Another loud groan escaped his mouth as he rode out his release.
Qrs’s fingers ran through the short strands next to Alex’s ear as praise dripped from his lips. “That’s it. Good boy. I’m very proud of you. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Qrs grabbed a tea towel from nearby and ran water over it in the sink before passing the damp rag over. Alex wiped up the mess as best he could, while Qrs put on his hotel robe and slippers.
“This has been really fun, Alex. Best I’ve had in a long time. Are you—” Qrs stopped himself. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Alex nodded. “I did. Maybe…” he trailed off. Took a breath. “Maybe you should come around more often.” He grinned shyly, his cheeks taking on a rosy hue. “Perhaps you could meet Greg next time, too.”
“Oh?” Qrs said, a smirk on his face. “You think you could handle two Daddies, Little Alex?”
Alex chuckled. “Absolutely.” His dick gave a twitch of interest at the thought.
“Sounds lovely,” Qrs said, beaming. “Well, I should get that spa treatment before my meeting… but if you’d like to hang around, we could grab dinner later?”
“Yeah, I’d like—” Alex was cut off by the sudden, shrill sounding of an alarm.
“What’s going on?” Alex and Qrs asked in tandem.
“Fire! We have to evacuate because there’s a fire! Please make your way to the fire assembly point!” came the shouts from outside.
“Fuck’s sake,” Qrs said, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes.
Alex just put a hand to his face and laughed.