Another one I had in my mind and finally typed it
Frozen - The twelve Labors of Hans
Hans walked down the plank that had been laid out between the ship and the pier.
He had barely set foot on the pier when he was surrounded by his 12 older brothers.
“You little twerp!” “How could you do that you piece of shit.” “You really are a sly bastard.” “We are gonna get you good.” His brothers al seemedl really angry at him for trying to steal the kingdom of Arendelle, Hans probably ruined centuries of peace and trade.
The youngest brother was forced to walk out front of his pack of brothers, they followed him back to the castle the whole time shouting shameful things. They needed to make sure the people of the Southern Isles knew that Hans’ actions were not cordoned by the kingdom but were rather a foolish boys plans.
As they entered the castle, Hans’ real punishment began…
“Ok boy.” Said Lars, the oldest brother, “Now it’s time to punish the worthless piece of space that you are.”
Albert and Connor walked up with ropes, Hans felt his clothes being peeled off by many hands, and before he could even react he was stripped completely naked. His wrists were forced behind his back and forced into a boxtie, each wrist was tightly roped to the opposite elbow. Being the youngest he was also the most flexible of all his brothers.
His ankles were roped to his thighs, so that he was kneeling on the floor, looking up into the angry faces of all his older brothers. Fuck, what did I do, “I am so sorry.” He started wanting to explain his motives behind what he did.
“Gag him, Bjorg.” Lars gave a short instruction. Bjorg stepped out of the circle and shoved a cloth wad into Hans’ mouth, Louis was right behind him with a horse bit. The metal rod was pulled between Hans’ jaws and tied off behind his head.
“MMmmmppph. Mmmaaaaghhh.” Hans tried to bargain for a release.
“Now,” continued Lars. “We have prepared a very special punishment for you. Each of us will have our turn to come and deal our bit of the punishment. Louis will be first.”
The eleven older brothers left Louis and Hans alone in the room. Hans looked into the green eyes of his brother. Louis was the second youngest and he and Hans grew up together, they used to be best friends. They also looked very similar. Hans made his best begging face hoping Louis would feel bad.
“I know what you are thinking Hans, we are brothers, and we are friends. Unfortunately you broke that friendship by doing what you did.”
Louis stepped closer and produced a thin piece of rope. He knelt down in front of Hans and grabbed his younger brother’s dick in his hand. “This is for your own good buddy.” He said as he started wrapping the rope around the base of Hans’ shaft behind the balls.
“As the youngest we can’t allow ourselves to become soft. Next time make sure you succeed!” Louis continued wrapping the rope around Hans’ shaft, and then alternated to his balls and wrapped the rope tight around his ball sack, causing the skin to spread taught around his nads.
Hans’ dick grew rock hard as the blood flowed in but was prevented from flowing out. The veins popped up under his skin.
Louis rubbed the throbbing cock a bit and played with the red bush.
“Well, I wish you all…” Louis was cut off as the twins walked into the room, “Our turn Louis.” Said Alec as he walked over followed closely by his twin Edwin. The twins resembled Hans and Louis but their hair was even more ginger and they had freckles spread over their entire bodies.
Being part of the younger group of brothers, Hans hoped against all odds that there might be some slack.
“Ready bro?” asked Edwin, as his green eyes looked into his twins green eyes.
“Yeah.”
“Good. One, two, three, go.” On the word go Alec and Edwin began digging into Hans’ exposed skin. Alec focused on his sides and ribs, running his nimble fingers softly up and down before digging in. Edwin had gone straight for Hans’ thighs, pinching his upper thighs in tight vicelike grips.
The tag team tickling was an assault that Hans had no defense against. He was reduced to a laughing, sobbing, thrashing boy. His laughter was reduced to muffled gasps by the tortuous gag.
His thrashing continued, and soon Hans could no longer keep his balance and his bound frame toppled over.
Alec and Edwin laughed as Hans struggled to get into a more comfortable position, his bondage predicament making it impossible.
The twins gave each other a high five and left the room laughing, “Connor, you are up.” shouted Edwin as the door shut behind them.
Connor walked in, he was one of the quiet brothers thought Hans, surely he didn’t have a torment to inflict.
Connor was the only blond brother, he had blue eyes and a pale skin. He wore glasses and was more often ill, than not. He gingerly walked closer to his younger brothers sprawled body.
Hans still trying to get into a better position, was crawling slightly away from Connor. His bound body making pathetic attempts to get upright, his cock still hard from the ropes tied around it. Connor heard his brother still panting deeply from the tickle torture.
“Y-you, should relax.” Said Connor quietly. And sat down cross legged next to Hans. He flipped Hans over onto his back and placed his head in his lap. Connor caressed Hans’s hair out of his face, listening to his brothers breathing getting back to normal.
Perfect.
Connors fumbling fingers found Hans’ nose and pinched it shut.
Hans’ eyes grew wide as his supply of fresh air became very limited, pulling in deep breaths through the cloth in his mouth. He quickly needed more oxygen than he was getting. Connor let go of his nose and Hans pulled in the much needed fresh air.
Connor got a wry smile on his face as he kicked off his shoe, and peeled off his sock, placing it over Hans’ face, forcing his nose to inhale the wretched smell with every inhale.
Hans buckled but Connor held him down in his lap. Hans shook his head trying to get rid of the sock, Connor was definitely the one with the worst smelling feet. Something about his biology, being sickly had caused his feet to produce some otherworldly smells.
Hans’ face must have grown a shade greener as Connor walked away, leaving the sock tied around Hans’ face.
Hans felt his eyes forming tears, it wasn’t because he was hurt it was the foul smelling sock so near to his eyes.
George and Stolig walked in. Hans felt his hope fade. The elder set of twins were a terror. They were constantly playing pranks on the other brothers, and they were notorious bullies.
“Hahahaha, the little turd is crying!” screamed George, laughing out loud. Stolig joined in and walked up to where Hans, lay a whimpering mess. He squatted, “This is about to get way worse boy.” His voice sounded ominous and Hans almost started shivering.
George and Stolig were not identical twins like Alec and Edwin. George was built like a bear, he had thick brown hair that covered almost every last bit of his very large body. His twin Stolig was also tall but very thin, also dark brown hair but his hairline had already started receding at 27.
The two pranksters stood there, George held a large smooth metal rod with a hooked end in his hand and Stolig had a much smaller double pronged hook in his hand.
“Lets get him on his front.” Said George as he and Stolig turned Hans over.
Hans cried into his gag as he felt his throbbing hard bound up dick dig into the floor. “Pppplllllfffff, pllllfeeee. Sppp iiiiit.”
The two torturers stopped briefly, perhaps deciphering the gag talk, before bursting out in laughter again. “Boy, you aren’t even halfway through your brothers, and you want out. This should help a little.” Said Stolig as he pulled off Connors sock, letting it rest around Hans’ neck.
George pulled a face, “Wow, Connor really does have stinking feet. And now baby bro our piece of your torture!”
George placed the smooth rod against his younger brother’s ass, waiting for it to loosen.
Hans felt the cold metal touching his hole. He let out a whimper into his gag, the tears now freely flowing. He wanted out so badly. He really started regretting trying to take over Arendelle.
Stolig came to his face and placed the small hooks into each of Hans’ nose holes, a rope was attached and pulled back across his red hair, and connected to the rod that George had forced into him. His head was pulled back at a very uncomfortable angle and every exhale caused him to make a grunting sound.
“Hahahaha, you really are the family runt!” Laughed George, and pulled his twin out of the room.
Next to walk in was Andrew, his auburn hair was loose and long, he tucked it behind his ears as he walked closer with a candle.
By now Hans had realized there will be no reprieve, his body was roped in a very uncomfortable state, the nose and ass hooks really making his predicament dire.
Alex didn’t say a word but held the candle over his younger brothers wrapped up body.
He let the wax drop fall right onto Hans’ exposed ass.
Hans squirmed with pain, there wasn’t much more he could do.
Another drop of burning wax, he squirmed, trying to get away, all that did was pull at the rod in his ass causing more discomfort, he had to stop.
Another drop of burning wax. Hans cried out into his gag.
Another drop of burning wax. Hans almost broke down, tears now flowing down his cheeks as he kept muttering I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But only muffled grunts could be heard.
After exactly twelve drops of scorching wax, Andrew left the room as silently as he.
Hans waited for his next torture to begin but Bjorg never came? Hans sniffed, composing himself. Of course Bjorg was late, he was always late.
A few minutes later, Bjorg stumbled into the room, his disheveled black hair, dark skin and general tardiness was his trademark. He had a particular soft spot for Hans, and didn’t really want to partake in the day’s tortures but in the end he was convinced. Luckily they were all allowed to do what they wanted.
When he saw Hans’ tear stained face he quickly removed the nose hook, bringing much needed relief to Hans.
“MMMppph UUUu” thanked Hans as he felt the rod also slide out of his ass. “There you go buddy, wow they are really putting you through the ringer, huh.” Bjord spoke as he assumed position behind Hans.
Seconds later he felt the strangest sensation. Something wet was pressed up against his hole, but it wasn’t hard and unforgiving like the rod, it was soft, moist and slightly warm. He shifted trying to see what was going on, all he could see was Bjorg’s face digging into his butt.
He felt it again, it was a tongue. Bjord was rimming him.
Was this his idea of torture? But then again the two of them always understood each other. Hans moaned into his gag as the pleasure rippled through his body.
Perhaps this was Bjorg’s way of giving him a bit of fun amidst the torture. “Take it easy buddy.” Bjorg said as he started leaving.
Hans did a count in his mind, four left, but the next ones were the eldest and so far removed from him, he barely knew them.
Charles was next, he was known as the level headed brother, the strategist among all of them, some would say the smartest. He loved goading this at the others. The eldest ginger of all of them. He walked in, and looked down at Hans.
“Such a disappointment Hans. You should have run your plan by me first.”
Even though there was much worse things physically happening to Hans, he was not in the mood for one of Charles’ lectures.
Charles knew this and he proceeded with his torment, spending the better part of the next hour, lecturing Hans in the art of strategy, pointing out all of the flaws in his plan. Whenever Hans would lose interest, Charles would touch the throbbing roped dick to pull back his attention.
Hans’ body started aching from being in the uncomfortable position, right about when the lecture finally found its end.
“All yours”, said Charles to Albert as they passed each other.
Hans let out a sigh, Albert was the one he feared the most. Albert was the most rounded brother, strong and smart. He was the general of the armies. His black hair was kept short, and his beard was well trimmed.
“Do you know what we do with weak links in the army?” Hans shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t know he only heard stories.
He felt the gag being untied from around his head. the freedom of his jaws was wonderful.
Albert picked up the trussed package that was Hans and placed him on a table in the room. Positioning him on his back, with his head hanging over the edge.
Hans rolled his jaw trying to get the feeling back, when he was absolutely mortified to see Albert pull down his trousers, a huge semi hard dick flopped out.
Hans squirmed, “Please no, no, no…”
“Shut up runt and take your punishment.” Albert forced his quickly growing dick into his youngest brother’s mouth. He didn’t waste any time to start thrusting. Hans felt the thick tip of Albert’s dick punching the back of his throat.
His gag reflex was insane, but Albert continued pulsing.
Hans still tried fighting, but after a few minutes, his body gave up. He gave in to the torture. His body rocking back and forth under his older brothers thrusting.
He felt the thrusting getting more intense, and then tasted something bitter in his mouth, as Albert pulled out his dick.
Before he could spit anything out, the cloth was forced back in and the bit was reapplied.
Albert slapped his face a little and gave a big grin, “You’ll be fine buddy. Almost there.”
Viggo entered standing at a distance watching as Albert fixed himself. At 34 he was second oldest, a tall strong brown haired man, he was Lars’ right hand.
“So baby bro. Your plan failed, and this makes all of us look weak. That is why we had this punishment worked out for you. You need to understand that what you do reflects on the entire kingdom of the Southern Isles. We are doing this because we love you.”
Viggo held in his hand a wooden cane.
Hans started shaking, partly from fear and partly from fatigue setting in.
Swish, he heard the cane before he felt it.
The pain stung his bare buttocks, as he screamed into his gag, the newly added taste of cum still strong in his mouth.
Swish. Another pang of pain.
Twelve lashes went by, when the door opened and Lars walked in.
“That’s enough” he said, and Viggo stopped.
Lars walked over to the table where Hans lay weeping.
Without saying anything, he removed the gag. He pulled the sock off from around Hans’ neck. He tenderly untied every piece of rope from his baby brother. He took special care when removing the cock ropes.
He helped Hans sit on the edge of the table, and gave him a hug.
“Now look Hans. We can’t have you doing silly things and putting the kingdom in a bad light. I hope the tortures will help you in the future to think twice before doing anything. Always consider your brothers.” He held Hans’ chin in his hand, forcing Hans to look into his eyes.
“Now that being said, and seeing how well you took the punishment. Let’s talk about Arendelle, NOBODY disgraces our little brother and gets away with it! It’s time to pay them a visit.”
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