The taboo of desire between siblings in BDSM and the case of the biblical Joseph.

The following posts continue the previous ones, which concern a younger brother who is sexually exploited by his older brother.

This is one of the taboos of the heteronormative world that homosexuals need not respect: sexual desire between brothers.

This is especially true when such desire involves BDSM—since humiliating, abusing, masturbating, performing oral sex on, or fucking one’s own brother happens far more frequently than our moralistic, "traditional" families might imagine.

Many brothers experience their sexual initiation at the hands, in the mouths, or within the orifices of their own siblings.

This phenomenon is ancient; the Bible itself contains the story of Joseph (Genesis 37), who was sold into slavery by his brothers. He is the spoiled youngest son, the favorite of his father,  Jacob (did his father also have a sexual interest in him? Was Joseph the most virile and heterosexual of the sons, or was it the exact opposite?).

His father sends him to find his brothers, who are tending flocks in a remote area. His eleven envious brothers—who loathe him—strip off his clothes and decide to kill him. 

The Bible doesn’t mention it, but throughout history, shepherds in various parts of the world have been known to engage in sexual acts with their sheep—and with one another. Does anyone truly believe these brothers simply decided to kill the youngest, whom they despised?

I truly believe that they raped him—violently—and then, shaken by what had happened, feeling both guilt and fear of the consequences, they threw him into a hole—naked and covered in semen—while they took time to think and discuss what to do next, including whether they would have to kill him to prevent him from telling their father what had been done.

Then, when a caravan passes by, they decide to sell the young man into slavery.

Doesn’t my version make more sense? Doesn’t it seem more realistic, truthful, and consistent with human nature?

Here are some images illustrating this biblical passage; they often depict Joseph as younger than he actually would have been—he was likely around 17 or 18 years old when he was sold. In my youth, I often masturbated while fantasizing about being him.

I worked with Grok on some of the images to make them appear more realistic and consistent with what likely transpired between these siblings. 

Did they turn out better? More faithful and interesting—wouldn't you agree?

A bitch’s happy Sunday.

Some people can’t live without drugs or alcohol; my addiction is something else. I have a shitty job, no friends, and no contact with my family—I’m just a dirty, masochistic faggot.

I spend the miserable pittance I earn on weed—weed I don’t even smoke.

There are some guys in the dirty, run-down neighborhood where I live who know exactly how to get my weed. On the only day I don’t work—Sunday—I head to a vacant lot to meet them.

I don’t know their names, and they don’t know mine; they just call me "Bitch."

When they arrive, I offer up my wrists for them to tie, and then they gag me. They rip off my clothes and take the weed from my pockets.

They spend the whole Sunday there, drinking and smoking, chatting among themselves, talking shit, and busting each other’s balls.

I’m nothing more than a dirty, aging faggot—tied up and naked—whom they use all day long. They beat me, kick me, punch me, and slap me. They piss on me—piss on my face and into my mouth.

I suck their cocks; some of them get a kick out of making me choke and gag by ramming their cocks deep into my throat.

Their cocks are big, thick, and filthy, but I suck them with devotion and professional skill. My only food on Sundays is their sperm.

The gag makes it clear that I am not to say a word; I am merely an object for them to use. I cry and moan in desperation when the pain becomes nearly unbearable. The gag, along with my bound wrists and feet, ensures their amusement.

They notice my cock, hard with arousal from all the pain and humiliation. They know what a bitch I am; they know how to make me tremble with lust and pleasure, but they also know how to keep me right on the edge—without letting me cum. They shove things—dildos and old plugs—into my ass. Some of them, to my delight, even fuck me with brutality and contempt while they talk.

They tie off my balls and the base of my hard cock—so tight that I can’t reach climax.

They bring quince branches and whips to lash me with. They bring pliers to pinch my nipples, my cock, and my balls. They put out their cigarettes by burning the parts they pinch with their pliers.

I usually arrive at the lot before lunchtime—on an empty stomach, so I don’t feel the urge to vomit—having already performed an enema, my pockets stuffed with their weed.

They arrive gradually throughout the day, each on their own schedule. They take turns, gathering in varying numbers around the naked, bound "bitch" lying there on the filthy ground.

This is the happiest day of my week. I spend all the other days waiting to be in this place, serving as their entertainment and their bitch.