Hey Nifty readers, I hope you enjoy this fictional story, it's my first. I look forward to any suggestions, comments, rants, raves, critiques, or whatever you might have! I've tried to edit it as much as possible but I am also eager to publish it! - Captain Flyntt
Bradley was thirteen years old when he starting watching his older brother from his room. He would crack his door open and peek through it to and spy on Forrest going in and out of their bathroom.
Mornings were Bradley's favorite. He could barely sleep at night he'd get so horny thinking about them. He'd wake up early to listen for Forrest walking down the hallway so he could stare at his hunky brother's tight athletic butt as it passed by his door, so close Bradley swore he could smell Forrest's teen boy musk.
Then Forrest would begin showering and Bradley would slowly stroke his four-inch pencil thin cock and fantasize about what his older brother was doing in there.
Forrest was like a god to Bradley.
Bradley wasn't even five and a half feet and barely weighed over a hundred pounds. Girls liked him because he was cute and harmless. He had curly golden blonde hair that fell over his big blue eyes like a Greek boy whore.
Forrest was Bradley's opposite. He was seventeen and already six foot five. He was a pitcher on his high school's baseball team, but seemed to dominate everything he did. He had dark brown eyes that matched his dark brown hair and tan muscular skin.
Bradley would stare at the yellow glow coming from under the door and think to himself that, just a few feet away, behind a mere few inches of wood, was his older brother's lean body all wet and soapy. Bradley's mouth watered and his tiny cock swelled in his hand as he jerked it up and down furiously.
Bradley wanted so badly to be in that shower with Forrest. He had seen Forrest's cock a few times (and Forrest's bulge often) and it was mesmerizing. Even soft, Bradley knew it was much thicker and longer than his own puny dick was ever going to be. Below Forrest's shaft hung a pair of balls that reminded Bradley of a bull. He imagined they'd feel heavy and warm on his face.
Bradley wanted to choke on his brother's cock and feel the older teen's wiry brown pubes smash into his face as those loaded balls swung mightily against chin. Bradley was ashamed of the feelings he was having for his brother but he couldn't stop them. His shame only fed his horniness.
At first he would just imagine sucking Forrest's cock. But soon he was thinking about Forrest bending him over the bathroom counter and fucking him like a girl. Bradley's fantasies got dirtier. He thought about Forrest cumming on his face. He thought about Forrest commanding him to worship his fuzzy armpits and smooth feet, and him obeying. Bradley's fantasies got even dirtier. Now, after fucking him and cumming on his face, Forrest was pissing on him and spitting in his mouth and slapping him and calling him a faggot and a whore and a slut.
Bradley couldn't figure out what was happening or why. It seemed like only months ago he was playing with legos and reading Harry Potter. Now he was sneaking into his older brother's room to steal the alpha stud's stinky socks and underwear. Bradley liked to sniff them while he jerked off and his brother showered.
Bradley was getting good at edging himself to cum just as his brother would come out of the bathroom and turn to head back to his room. Forrest would have only his towel on, so Bradley would cum as he emerged shirtless from the steamy bathroom like a professional wrestler making his grand entrance.
Bradley's budding horniness was impacting his life and the confused boy couldn't explain to anyone why he stealing his older brother's clothes and masturbating to them. After cumming, waves of humiliation and guilt washed over Bradley and the boy would doubt himself and his slutty nature while he wiped clear boy juice off his smooth stomach. But by the end of the day the boy was horny again, and staying up all night thinking of the next morning and his older brother's body.
This morning Bradley was hornier than he'd ever been and he wanted to try something new. Forrest had been in the shower for fifteen minutes already what was taking so long? Bradley thought to himself anxiously.
Stroking his small cut cock by rubbing his tender cockhead with three wet fingers, Bradley waited for his favorite part of his morning ritual. He heard the shower turn off. Bradley's heart beat faster. Forrest is so close to me, he's naked right now, and toweling himself off. Bradley wanted to be in the bathroom with his brother so badly. He imagined himself on his knees with his face buried in his hunky older brother's crotch. He stroked himself faster and wrapped a pair of Forrest's smelly boxers around his face, licked his left ring finger, and pushed it inside of himself.
While he stroked his small slick pencil dick, Bradley wiggled his finger around his warm fleshy insides, searching for an angle that felt good. Bradley had only just started watching porn so he didn't know what to expect, but once he pushed his finger to the second knuckle, a powerful electric pleasure surged through his body and the pubescent boy shuddered.
A warm glow filled him and Bradley felt like a lightbulb being turned on for its first time.
He pushed his finger deeper to its third knuckle and his body glowed warmer and brighter but also his little hole began to hurt so he thought about stopping but it felt so good that brave little Bradley told himself to push through the pain and he pushed past the third knuckle, sending warm shockwaves through his young body.
Forrest will be coming out soon, Bradley thought to himself. His cock was as hard as it had ever been. It glistened red with precum and Bradley's spit. Bradley cupped it with his hand, slowing down his rhythm, not wanting to cum before he could see his older brother in the muscled alpha teenager's freshly showered glory.
Bradley was insane with lust. He felt like such a dirty slut, fingering his boy pussy and jerking his tiny dick and huffing his brother's musky boxers. He knew this was wrong. He shouldn't feel this way. He should stop. But why did it feel so good? Because I want to be a dirty whore. Forrest's whore. His faggot fuck bag, Bradley reassured himself.
The bathroom door cracked open and Bradley's heart jumped into his chest. Bradley's older brother stepped out looking like a superhero with his muscles rippling wet with sweat, steam billowing from behind him, outlining his body against the bathroom light's yellow glow.
Bradley wiggled his finger further inside of him, recklessly fucking his soft boy pussy and turning the warm glow that was pulsating through his young skinny body into a roaring furnace of wanton lust. He stared at Forrest's pinkish-brown nipples and let his eyes fall down his brother's tan muscled stomach to his happy trail and the boy's twitching cock shined with spit and leaked precum like a small spigot.
Forrest's towel was slung low across the muscled teenager's waist revealing just the top quarter inch of the teen jock's thick brown patch of pubes. Just a few inches below the towel was the only thing Bradley wanted in the world. His brother's bulge was the size of Bradley's fist and Bradley wanted to stuff all of it into his throat and choke on it and die.
Bradley pushed another finger inside of himself and imagined Forrest's cock going so deep into his guts that when he looked down he could see it poke out his pale stomach each time his brother thrusted into him. He imagined his older brother's thick veiny fuckstick splitting him open like a jackhammer breaks apart concrete and emptying gallons of hot jock cum into his intestines and then pissing over Bradley's fucked-out slutty body while the fagboy cleaned the fuck juices off the alpha teen's cock.
A long moan escaped Bradley's lips as his dirty faggot fantasies became too much for his little mind or his little cock to handle. His four-inch boy dick jumped and erupted, spilling clear drops of cum over the boy's flat stomach.
Forrest was walking to his room when he heard the strange sound coming from his younger brother's room.
Bradley's room was dark, but Forrest could tell immediately that his younger brother was jerking off. The boy's head was arched back while his little hand gripped his small cock and his other hand was whereandohmygodwhatthefuckisonhishead?
"Bradley's a faggot!?" Forrest laughed out loud, unable to control himself. Of course his little brother was a queer. It all made sense now, how his little brother followed him everywhere, would always want to sit close to him, would wear his clothes. Forrest was always finding his shit in Bradley's room: not just sweaters and shirts (which made sense he'd guessed), but also his underwear and socks.
Forrest thought Bradley was just being a little brother, but now ... now that he knew Bradley was a little faggot ... I am going to have so much fun.
Bradley was deep in his fantasy of being split open by his brother when a cold, hard laugh interrupted him. His heart dropped into his stomach as he felt the boxers he had been huffing being snatched off his blonde head.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Forrest asked in a tone of both disgust and amusement on his face.
Bradley didn't know what to say. What could he say to explain himself? His older brother had caught him naked, cum dripping down his stomach, and two of his fingers clearly inside of himself while he was jerking off and moaning in lust. Bradley felt his cock shrink and his balls pull into his shaking nervous body. The terrified thirteen year-old blinked his watering blue eyes that were darting from side to side to avoid his older brother's harsh stare and stammered, "I... well, uh ..."
Forrest almost felt sorry for his little brother. Getting caught jerking off is one thing. But getting caught fingering yourself and moaning like a whore with your older brother's dirty boxers on your head? Bradley was about to burst into tears, Forrest could tell and his the boy's older brother he had a choice to make. Should I comfort him? Or take advantage of him?
Whatever pity and empathy Forrest felt was steadily being replaced with rage. Seriously though, what a disgusting little freak, jerking his tiny dick off to me. What would everyone at school think if they knew my faggot brother was fantasizing like this about me?
Bradley was scared. He felt like trapped prey, waiting for his captor to decide what do with him--like what a mouse feels when a cat is toying with it. Bradley felt helpless and humiliated and it was starting to make him horny again the more his older brother looked at him like a lion about to kill a gazelle and feast upon its ripped open bloody carcass.
Forrest stared at his little brother sprawled on his bed with its cartoon sheets, his tiny dick twitching on his smooth stomach amidst the pools of boy juice. He felt his rage being replaced, no, augmented by something else. Power. Dominance.
Forrest realized he wasn't mad at Bradley for jerking off to him. He was mad that Bradley had done it in secret, without permission. How dare he. I've sacrificed so much to craft my body and he gets to enjoy it for free? Does he know how many girls at school--shit teachers too!--that want me? What makes him think he's special? Because he's my brother?
Forrest had never felt anything like this before. Bradley was looking up at him with his bright blue eyes, showing nothing but fear and submission. So, purely on instinct, Forrest reached down and wrapped his hand around Bradley's small soft throat and squeezed.
Bradley's heart beat faster than it ever had before. He was terrified of Forrest. Will he beat me? Will he kill me? What am I going to do now that he knows my secret? That I'm a ... a faggot?
Bradley hadn't actually thought about what his morning routines meant for him in reality. Once he came, life just went back to normal. Life would never be normal again now.
Naked, with his brother's hand squeezing tighter and tighter around his throat, Bradley shook with fear. But also ... excitement? He was almost glad to be caught. His perversion had forced him into a situation where his darkest fantasies would be fulfilled or ... What is Forrest doing? What is going to happen to me?
Bradley realized he couldn't breathe and he started to panic. He grabbed at his older brother's arm desperately and uselessly. His brother was so much stronger and bigger. He tried pushing his Forrest away but it felt like trying to push against a parked truck. Bradley's little legs started kicking and he pulled on his brother's arm more as the world began to get dark and a deep hum throbbed inside his ears.
Forrest didn't like Bradley touching him with his weak little hands that had just been inside of his little bubble butt and jerking his cummy little dick. He let go of his fag brother's pretty throat and, when Bradley had taken a breath of air, Forrest slapped him.
"Don't ever touch me without me permission, you got that faggot?" Forrest said.
Bradley choked and sputtered as his head spun from the slap.
"Answer me when I ask you a question," Forrest demanded as he grabbed Bradley by the chin.
"Sorry, F-Forrest," Bradley finally managed. He was too frightened to look at his brother in the eyes so Bradley just stared at his brother's body as his muscles rippled with anger and power. His eyes fell to the older teen's feet and marveled at how they looked like a lion's paws right before the king cat pounced on its prey.
"No. You don't get to call me by my name, faggot." Forrest spat out the last word with such menace Bradley's dick twitched and something inside his stomach ignite like an ancient furnace being turned on. "Call me sir. Or master."
"Yes s-sir," Bradley said softly. It felt strangely comfortable to the thirteen year-old. Like it was proper for a younger brother to show such naked deference and submission to his elder. The young boy lifted his eyes from Forrest's feet, up his chiseled calved, and paused at the older teen's burgeoning bulge before meeting his older brother's stern gaze.
"How many times have you jerked off to me, Brad?" Forrest asked his little brother.
"I... I don't know," Bradley admitted. "A lot."
"So many times you can't even count?" Forrest's dark brown eyes narrowed, burrowing into Bradley's soul. Forrest's rage was gone. I can't be mad at the kid. I am basically a god too be fair. And fuck, look at him. He's so cute when he's scared and exposed.
Marching naked down the hallway to his older brother's room, his pencil dick standing straight up against his stomach, sticky with his drying boy cum, Bradley had never felt more frightened, helpless, small, humiliated, or horny in his life. He felt Forrest behind him, watching him, judging him. Bradley wondered for what felt like the millionth time what Forrest was going to do to him.
Bradley felt the soft carpet underneath his toes crumple with each step, his heart beating three or four times for every stride his thin legs took. The thirteen year-old felt a breeze waft against his naked body and his already tiny ballsack squeezed tighter inside of him. The soft pale hair on his arms and legs stood straight up as Bradley shivered and crossed his skinny arms in front of his flat chest to try and warm himself.
As he got closer to the door to Forrest's room, a cold sweat creeped over Bradley and his knees felt like they were going to buckle under his small weight. What is happening to me? Bradley thought nervously. I can do this. Bradley tried to reassure himself. I want to do this. Bradley took a deep breath and prepared himself to have his fantasies fulfilled.
Walking down the hallway, Forrest was amazed at how much his little brother looked like a hot girl from behind. The boy had curly blonde hair that bounced cutely around his thin neck. His slender shoulders sloped down into his thin waist and the perkiest round globe that made Forrest's mouth water as he imagined grabbing Bradley's small hips and smashing his cock into the boy's round globe and splitting it open like a planet being cracked in half by an asteroid.
Forrest was so busy staring at his little brother's thirteen year-old bubble butt squeeze and relax squeeze and relax as the boy walked in front of him that, by the time the pair got to his bedroom door, Forrest wanted to fuck a load into the slim boy right there in the hallway and leave the kid leaking cum and whimpering.
Forrest watched his little brother's slutty hips sway back and forth nervously as the boy stood in front of the bedroom door and knew Bradley needed to be dominated just as badly as Forrest needed to dominate. So that was what he was going to do: all the things Forrest had wanted to do to his girlfriends, but those stuck-up bitches wouldn't ever let him.
Bradley felt Forrest's hand grip his shoulder hard and push him inside the older teen's dark bedroom and then he heard the door shut solemnly behind him.
Forrest positioned Bradley in the middle of the room and then sat on his bed.
Bradley shivered as he stood in front of his brother naked and exposed and unsure of what to do next. The cum on his stomach had dried and his dick was semi-hard from the combination of horny excitement, humiliation, and fear. He looked at his older brother for some kind of hint as to what the alpha teen wanted but Forrest just silently leaned back on his bed with his towel barely hiding his manhood and a mean grin on spreading across his dark handsome face.
"Get on your knees," Forrest demanded in his deep voice after what seemed like forever to his younger brother.
Bradley obeyed without hesitation. He didn't even think about resisting he realized later. It was like Forrest's voice was a magic command that left Bradley with no choice, no free will.
Naked, helpless, on his knees in front of his powerful older brother, Bradley felt right. This was his natural place. This is where I belong. Bradley was only thirteen but he knew that this is how he wanted to feel for the rest of his life. And he would do whatever it took to live that life.
He stared up at his older brother like worshippers look at their god. Forrest's legs were spread apart just enough that Bradley could see his cock and balls but the room was too dark for him to really make them out. Bradley squirmed. He wanted to leap under that towel and devour Forrest's cock so badly. Powerful waves of lust crashed through the thirteen year-old sending his mind into a slutty trance.
Forrest watched Bradley's obedience and lust and it made him feel like a god, feeding his need for dominance and control. Bradley's blue eyes were as wide as saucers and hadn't blinked or moved from Forrest's crotch since the seventeen year-old stud had commanded the boy fag to kneel.
Forrest's own cock began to swell as he embraced the power he held over his kid brother. He began to rub his bulge over his towel, delighting in Bradley's slutty reaction. Bradley's cock was fully hard and oozing precum and the younger boy was licking his lips like he was in a candy shop with a full wallet and empty stomach.
"Do you want this?" Forrest asked Bradley as he grabbed his bulge and squeezed.
"Yes, sir, oh please sir IwantitsobadlysirIneedit." The words spilled from Bradley's mouth so quickly he barely had time to pronounce them and he worried that maybe Forrest didn't hear because for a long time there just silence.
Bradley's heart slammed against his chest like an animal trying to escape its cage. His stomach was turning in knots and the only thing Bradley could think about was how close he was to his older brother's cock and how much he wanted to suck the warm teen pole into his throat.
"Can I have your cock please sir?" Bradley cooed shyly when Forrest still hadn't responded.
"How badly do you want it?" Forrest asked grinning and stroking his bulge.
Bradley was confused by the question. Didn't Forrest see how badly I want it? I'm on my knees in front of him naked begging for it. Bradley wanted to cry almost. It felt like Forrest had his favorite toy and wasn't sharing it with him.
"I want it so badly sir. I-I'll do anything sir, whatever you want." Bradley regretted saying the words as he heard them come out of his mouth but he also wanted to taste his brother's cock so badly he realized it was true: I'd do anything. I'd kill myself for Forrest's cock.
"Show me what you were doing in your bedroom then," Forrest said. Whatever rage he had felt at his little fag brother's perviness was now fully replaced by the turn-on of dominance and power. I'm gonna make this boy my fuck slave. I'm gonna practice on my little faggot brother everything I've ever seen in every fucked porno I've ever watched.
Bradley saw a dark energy sparkle behind Forrest's eyes and he was scared and turned on by it. He wants me to jerk off in front of him? He wants me to finger myself in front of him? Bradley slowly moved from being perched on his knees to sitting on his butt, to on laying his back, as he watched Forrest's eyes grow bigger and greedier and hungrier.
Bradley lifted his right leg into the air and pulled it towards him and over the left side of his body so that the pale half-moon cheeks of his butt would split apart apart and his older brother could see his tender boy pussy. Bradley's left hand held his knee while he sucked on the fingers of his right hand, making sure they were nice and sloppy wet for his sensitive ring.
Forrest began stroking his bulge harder as he watched his little brother spread his cheeks and reveal a pale pink hole, raw from the boy's previous finger fucking just minutes before. Forrest bit his lip as he imagined what it would feel like to bury his cock inside Bradley's soft pink flesh. His dick hardened as he imagined impaling the boy upon it. It was seven inches and still growing.
Bradley noticed Forrest's bulging and so he took his fingers out of his mouth and pushed one inside of himself. There were many moments in the past five minutes in which Bradley could've escaped or resisted or denied what was happening, who he was. There's no turning back now. I'm not just a faggot--I want to be faggot. I want to be my brother's faggot fuck slave.
Bradley began stroking his cock with a whole new purpose now that he had embraced his natural role in the order of the world. I'm just a slut. A hole to be used. Bradley began moaning and slipped another finger into his hungry fuck hole. He was close to cumming already. This is where I belong. On the floor, in front of my master, serving him and making him happy.
Bradley was shocked at how good it felt to make his older brother so horny. Bradley felt oddly proud of his slender body and how Forrest was reacting to him showing it off. His fingers had found that spot in his gooey insides that if he fucked it would glow bright and make his little body shudder and Bradley started swishing his fingers madly around his bottom searching for that pleasure switch.
"Stop that!" Forrest yelled. He realized he shouldn't have asked Bradley to jerk off because he should've known the boy would cum as soon as he touched his sensitive boy cock.
But Bradley wasn't listening. He was lost in his pubescent boy lust.
Forrest ripped the towel off of his waist, spun it into a rattail, and snapped Bradley's bubble butt with it, leaving a long throbbing red bump on the younger boy's otherwise perfectly white smooth butt.
The towel's snap echoed in Bradley's ears as a sharp pain shot through his ass and burned its way across Bradley's body and up his spine. He let go of his cock just before he could cum and slipped his fingers from his wet hole and grabbed his hurt little butt with both hands. Bradley writhed on the ground whimpering from the wound that Forrest's towel had given him.
"Never cum without my permission!" Forrest yelled, kicking Bradley in the stomach as the boy wiggled pathetically.
Bradley's hands shot from his burning butt to cover up the exposed stomach Forrest had just kicked. Why did he kick me? Why is he mad? I only did what he wanted? Will he kick me out now? Did I disappoint him? Bradley thought to himself, confused.
Bradley doubled over, clutching his hurt stomach with one arm, and covering his burning ass with other. Bradley felt horrible disappointing his brother. He had just been living his deepest darkest fantasy and was it now all over? What did I do? Bradley wondered to himself.
Bradley rolled on his back, exposing his flat stomach to his older brother like a puppy submitting to the pack's alpha. A flustered look washed over Bradley's cute face and his cheeks blushed bright pink with embarrassment as the boy's mind came back from the slut trance he had been wallowing in.
Forrest stood over his younger brother and used his foot to push Bradley's face flat against the ground. Bradley's bright red lips quivered as his blue eyes watered and his body trembled underneath the older boy's muscled body.
"Did I tell you to stop fingering yourself queer?" Forrest asked. "I just don't want you to cum too soon slave. Start fucking yourself again. Now!"
Bradley eagerly shoved his fingers into his hole again, thrusting them in and out wantonly as he stared up at his brother's toned body. Forrest was fully naked now and Bradley had never felt smaller in his life. Forrest towered over the thirteen year-old, his balls swinging like a pair of church bells underneath the stud's cock.
Bradley was mesmerized by his brother's commanding presence. He felt like he was standing in front of a mountain. Small. Like the only worth he had was as an object to be used for his older brother's enjoyment.
He pushed his fingers deeper inside of his guts and fished around for his feel-good spot. Once he found it, Bradley fucked his two fingers in and out, building up a rhythm as his small tongue flicked in and out of his pink lips. Bradley moaned in pleasure as warm glows spread from his boy pussy and across his teen body.
He strained his eyes to make contact with his older brother and moaned even louder as he fucked his fingers in and out of his guts even faster. Bradley wanted Forrest to know how good of slut he could be, how well he could obey, how happy he could make Forrest--how happy Forrest made him.
"Get back on your knees," Forrest commanded, lifting his foot from the faggot's face. His tone was harsh and serious and Bradley quickly pulled his fingers from his pussy to obey.
As soon as he did, though, the young boy felt empty. He looked at Forrest and sucked in his lower lip. Bradley didn't need to say anything. Everything about the young teen's body screamed submission and cock lust. Please sir. Please let me get back to fucking myself. I need to feel that good again sir. They boy thought to himself in a deluded state of devotion.
"Turn around," Forrest commanded again.
Bradley's heart thumped against his chest like an animal trying to free itself from a cage. His little cock throbbed red as blood rushed into it and glistened as it leaked precum. Bradley's mind raced with eager anticipation.
OhmygodForrestisgoingtofuckmewithhishugecockohmygodohmygodohmygodisthisreallyhap peningohmygodpleaseForrestfuckme. Bradley's mind raced as neurons and synapses in the thirteen year-old's small minds exploded and fired and sent electric jolts into the young boy's guts, filling the masturbating kid with warm ecstasy and satisfaction.
Forrest noticed that Bradley's back and shoulders were shaking. Concern spread across the older brother's face as he realized Bradley was breathing so quickly Forrest worried he might pass out. For a moment, he thought about letting the boy fall unconscious. A wicked grin formed on the seventeen year-old's face. I've always wanted to fuck a passed out slut. It would probably be easier for Bradley too. He wouldn't have to feel it going in. I could just pump a load into him and carry him back to his bed. Maybe he won't even remember this happened. Then I can catch him jerking his tiny little pencil dick again. That could be fun.
Instead Forrest knelt down and leaned over into Bradley's ear and whispered, "You're a good boy. Now put your chest on the ground and your face to the side ... yes just like that. You're such a good little slut. Now: just breathe." Forrest handled Bradley's body and head firmly but softly as Bradley did what he was told obediently and silently.
Bradley focused on his breathing like his brother told him. He didn't realize how nervous he was until he felt his older brother's calm and steady body against his. Bradley felt more comfortable underneath the older teen's confident strength and guidance. Whatever fear he had walking down the hallway and entering Forrest's room was gone now. Now, here, he felt safe.
Forrest's own heart began beating faster as he noticed the effect his dominance was having on his younger brother. He barely had to touch the boy and Bradley did exactly what he wanted. He stood up to examine the position he put Bradley in so far.
The thirteen year-old's pale ale ass was arched in the air, the red welt from the towel glowing bright. The boy's chest lay flat on the floor and Bradley's head was turned to the side, his face twisting uncomfortably looking at his master for further guidance.
Forrest made him wait. He paced around the boy, studying his little brother's body in a way he never had before. Now the boy was his property. His fuck slave. Forrest couldn't think of Bradley as his younger brother, he had to think of him as a sex doll. Fuck that's so fucking hot.
Forrest began studying Bradley's feet. The boy's little toes wiggled against the soft carpet in anticipation. Bradley's slender legs tucked underneath his slender hips and little globe of a butt. Forrest reached out and stroked his younger brother's milky smooth skin. It felt cold and trembled underneath his warm touch. Forrest listened to Bradley's breathing pick up, this time not anxiously but instead these were deep breathes of passion.
Forrest felt his little brother's supple skin tremble as he touched it and he started stroking his own eight-inch throbbing cock as the younger boy cooed and inched his body to be closer to his older brother's warmth.
Forrest lifted his hand from his younger brother's small thigh and spanked Bradley hard on his little globe butt, hitting the exact spot the towel had turned into pulsing red welt.
Bradley yelped in pain. He shot up and grabbed his butt and looked at Forrest with a look of confusion and deep betrayal right before Forrest grabbed his neck and forced him back down onto the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?" Forrest teased as he pinned Bradley's head down with the sole of his foot.
ohmyfuckinggodthankyouForrest. Bradley's mind whizzed and blurred with lust. Bradley's ass was on fire and the burn was radiating through his back and legs and his body shook and felt empty again as Bradley wished Forrest would fuck him already because then his boy pussy's feel-god spot would glow and throb and maybe overcome the pain that was thrashing outwards from his little globe butt.
Putting more weight on the foot holding Bradley's sweet innocent face onto the ground, Forrest grabbed Bradley's wrists, first the left and then the right. Forrest gripped both in one strong hand as he raised the other and swiftly brought onto his little brother's formerly pale white but now bright pink bubble butt with a sharp smack! and watched the boy squirm.
Bradley yelped again and tried to raise up and grab his butt to stop the pain but oh my god, I never knew Forrest was this strong, Bradley thought. Bradley's body shook and trembled as Forrest kneeled across the boy's back and putting even more force on the boy's moaning face with his foot.
All Bradley could see was tan flesh as Forrest's foot smashed his face into the thankfully soft carpet.
All he could smell was the faint, sour musk emanating off the older teen's freshly showered foot.
Bradley took a deep breath so he could smell more of his master's foot.
He wondered what Forrest's feet would smell like after a long game. He tried to focus on imagining burying his face into Forrest's soccer socks to distract him from the thrashing his older brother was currently giving his upraised ass.
Another smack came down and Bradley's tongue shot out of his mouth and began licking his master's foot. This hurts too much, the boy feared to himself. Bradley squirmed his face so he could suck on the side of Forrest's foot. This hurts too much but it's exactly what I've been imagining and yet it hurts more than I thought it would. Bradley felt empty once again, but this time it was a void sucking away all the joy he was getting from being naked and humiliated and controlled by his jock older brother. Oh please just fuck me Forrest. I need to be filled.
"Damn you really need this huh slut?" Forrest asked amused already knowing the answer.
Bradley winced and his heart sank a bit as he realized he said that out loud. I wonder what else he's heard? Bradley wondered nervously. But he responded dutifully, "yes please sir. Please fuck me sir!" Bradley's tone picked up eagerly as a warm blanket of submission covered him and gave him confidence. Bradley even wiggled his butt so his master could see how eager and ready he was.
Forrest smiled. Girls have acted this way before. Well, maybe not this slutty ... but girls always think they're ready and then complain once I put it in. Forrest's cock had grown with each spank he gave Bradley and at seven inches it still wasn't quite its full hardness. But this is actually better. It'll be softer. Easier for Bradley is easier for me. Forrest bent down and shoved a finger into Bradley's foot-sucking mouth and swirled it around while the boy moaned and got it wet before sliding it into his little brother's pink winking hole.
Forrest swirled his finger around like he had watched Bradley do until he found the angle that made the thirteen year-old moan and gasp and shake with wanton lust and then he fucked his finger in and out until Bradley's pussy's pulsations forced the boy to squirm his way from under the strong teen's grasp and away from the invading finger.
Bradley took one second to collect himself. He breathed deep, looked pleadingly and apologetically back at his older brother, his god-like master who had just made him feel so good he wanted to die and never feel anything else ever again and Bradley got back on his knees, bent over as flat as he could while keeping his beaming bubble butt raised high in the air for his older brother to fuck, and begged Forrest for to feed him cock.
Forrest gripped his shaft and spit on Bradley's back just above where the globe of his butt split into two soft and bouncy domes. He used his slick spongy head to spread the makeshift lube across the begging boy's hole. Forrest watched Bradley carefully as he fucked just the crack of his younger brother, waiting to see if the thirteen year-old would beg to be split into two before he actually impaled the kid.
"Please, sir?" Bradley reached his hands back to spread his cheeks apart and how his older brother how willing he was to take the teenagers thick manhood inside of his warm boy pussy.
Forrest looked at how his younger brother begging him to be fucked and was surprised by how proud he was of his slutty little brother. It was the first time he could remember being proud of Bradley. Funny, I never thought I could be proud of him, but here he is so eager and willing. He's overcome so much fear and pain because he wants to make me feel good. I should do something for him, to thank him.
For the first time in Forrest's life, the teenager realized, he was thinking of someone else.
"This is going to really hurt at first and you're going to beg me to stop," Forrest warned as he leaned over his little brother and began rubbing the head of his manhood, purple and engorged with blood, over the length of Bradley's smooth hairless crack, spreading the boy's soft cheeks slowly apart with his thickness. "But once I'm inside you, I won't be able to stop Bradley. So if you don't want to do this, tell me now."
This was more mercy than Forrest had shown any girl before. But he knew Bradley wasn't going to turn his older brother down. The young boy was cock crazy and Forrest knew he would jumped in front of a semi-truck for if he thought his splattered corpse would make his master happy for just moment.
Bradley could barely keep himself in the moment. His older brother's slick cock was sliding in between his young cheeks, spreading them and rubbing against the opening of his pink boy hole. Bradley had never wanted anything more in his life and it was scaring him that it was about to happen. I am going to be fucked by Forrest. ohmygodthisisrealheisgoingtofuckme.
"Fuck me Forrest," Bradley sighed forgetting to call his older brother by his proper title, not caring if the older teenager killed him with his glorious fuck stick. I just want to feel him inside me. I want him to make me moan.
It was time. Forrest couldn't wait anymore. He gripped Bradley's wrists even harder because he knew his younger brother was going to try and get away from his cock.
Bradley felt Forrest's grip tighten and braced himself for whatever being fucked felt like. He felt the soft tip of his brother's cock push against his hole and he breathed in and pushed out hoping his hole would open a bit and just let his brother's dick in so that he could be filled and feel those warm glows throb through his body again.
Forrest looked down as he spit on his cock more and more again and pushed it into his little brother's already stretched tight pussy hole. He got about two inches inside before Bradley began making noises and bending his back to get away from the older boy's invading fuck pole. Forrest lifted the hand that was holding Bradley's wrists and, squeezing hard so the boy's hands didn't slip free, he slammed it down onto the small of little boy's back so he had a better angle for fucking the squirming child.
Forrest's rage was returning and he no longer cared about not hurting his younger brother. I need to fuck this faggot slut's hole. I need to fuck it open. He wants my dick? Imma give it to him.
Forrest was getting angrier with each inch his cock sank into Bradley's warm sucking flesh hole. The more the boy tried to resist his older brother's invasion, the harder Forrest pushed. His dick was far enough into the boy's ass that he didn't need to hold it anymore so he used his newly-freed hand to grab Bradley's soft curly blonde hair and twist it just like he did with girls when he wanted to control them.
Forrest's cock was stretching Bradley's hole so far and invading the boy's guts so deep that Bradley could barely breathe. He gritted his teeth and tried to ask Forrest to slowdownnotsofar but the boy couldn't get any words out. And when Bradley felt his hair being pulled he craned his neck back to relieve the pressure but that just made it harder to breathe or move.
Bradley's stomach churned and the young, inexperienced boy panicked as he still couldn't breathe. Bradley tried to get up, to wrestle his arms free, to push his powerful older brother off of him, but the skinny thirteen year-old couldn't. Bradley felt powerless. He felt like Forrest was turning his guts inside out, like his hips would break apart and he'd never walk again.
Bradley choked on his cries for mercy and remembered the warning Forrest had given him and how stupidly he ignored it like the dumb slut he was. I can't do this. I-I can't ... it hurts. I-it it it hurts too mu-much. Bradley couldn't even think over the pain of the seventeen year-old's invasion of his insides. He didn't want to let his older brother down but he couldn't take the pain.
Still Forrest had buried only maybe five inches of his meat into his younger brother. The six-foot-five lean-muscled god-teen chewed on his lower lip and leaned his body over his younger brother so his weight would overpower the boy as he thrusted the last few inches of his hard teen cock into the little squirming kid.
A sharp pain shot across Bradley's body as his hole stretched what felt like three inches in an instant and his knees shot out from underneath him so Bradley was spread across the floor with his older brother's entire weight on top of him and his brother's entire length and girth inside of him.
The sharp pain was swallowed up by a dull throbbing as his older brother's cock rearranged Bradley's guts to fit its enormous girth. Bradley moaned and choked on his breath as the pain of his brother's cock overwhelmed every one of his other senses. Pain and panic electrified Bradley's little body and fried his mind as, for the first time that morning, the young boy's cock shrank and the thirteen year-old began regretting his choices.
Bradley could tell Forrest hadn't lied to him. Forrest truly didn't care about the kid anymore. He was going to fuck Bradley and there was nothing the thirteen year-old was going to be able to do about it but suffer through it. I can do it. I've seen it on pornos, they take dicks bigger than Forrest's all the time. I can do this. I can do it for Forrest. He'll be so proud of me if I take him.
Bradley bit his lip and grunted, determined to be good for the older teen who was rutting into his guts like a wild dog.
Forrest let go of Bradley's hair and wrapped his arm his little brother's slender neck and he began to pound the fag boy flat into the ground. His thrusts got faster and longer, sucking the younger brother's guts out when Forrest raised his hips, and smashing them back into the boy's stomach when the seventeen year-old pounded back down.
The sound of Forrest's heavy balls slapping against Bradley's taint turned the older boy on even more. Each clap was the sound of Thor's hammer. Each one like victorious cannon fire.
Bradley's tortured hole began to relax and the boy was able to breathe again. He started making sounds again, at first little squeaks and squelches that were barely audible. But Bradley's moans grew louder and louder as his brother turned his body inside out. The warm glow he got from being finger-fucked had turned into a raging electric storm surging through his body, its tentacles spreading like lightning through the thirteen year-old's limbs and across his skin, lighting his brain on fire.
Bradley eyes glazed over with dumb slutty boy lust as his love button was pounded by his older brother. Oh my god! He's fucking me. I'm being fucked. He's fucking inside of me with his and fuck it feels so good. Thank you sir.
"Thank you sir," Bradley cooed over and over again as Forrest forced his teen cock into the younger boy's pussy.
"That's right you fucking whore ... Fucking thank me ... That's what you're supposed to do." Forrest started whispering into Bradley's ear as he pounded. "Take that you fucking whore ... Fucking bitch ... Faggot ... Oh fuck yeah ... It feels so good ... So fucking tight ..."
Bradley was going crazy from the shame and excitement and humiliation and electric joy he was feeling jolting through his body. Each dirty word his brother called him made Bradley feel strangely comfortable. He was making his master happy. "I want to be a good whore, sir. Please make me your whore sir," the boy cried out with such incredible lust and devotion that Bradley surprised himself by bucking his hips back to fuck himself deeper on his brother's hot pulsing rod.
"You wanna be my whore huh?" Forrest wasn't surprised. This fucking faggot has done everything I've made him do without question or resistance. Fuck I could make so much money of him. I bet he'd fuck anyone I asked him too. Forrest's mind was getting darker as he got closer to filling his younger brother with his cum.
Bradley couldn't answer as Forrest began pumping his teen meat stick even harder into the kid's soft innards. He just moaned and drooled and let his mind go into blank submission as he embraced being the dumb bimbo slut he knew he was always meant to be.
"You wanna be a whore, bitch?" Forrest continued, getting off on degrading and humiliating his little squealing brother. "You wanna fuck my friends? You wanna suck them off while I fuck you, huh?" Forrest's eyes grew wider as he imagined running a train on Bradley with his baseball team. I've always wanted to gang bang some slut into the ground with my boys. Turn her into some sloppy cum-filled slut crying and begging us to stop.
Forrest knew he was getting close to cumming. His thoughts always got violent and sinister when he was about to shoot. He fucked Bradley harder, pulling his eight inches all the way out of the boy and then jackhammering it back in. Forrest watched with an angry glint in his eyes as the boy's hole shrunk down and stretched out with each of his thrusts in and out of the quivering boy's sloppy pink hole.
Bradley wondered if this is what drugs felt like. His head was swimming in a cloud of pain and submission and happiness and humiliation. My older brother's cock is inside of me and he's going to cum soon. Bradley's cock squirmed underneath him as the weight of his brother and the motion of Forrest's fucking drove it into the soft carpet again and again and again. Bradley felt his body filling up like he was on a long road trip to Disneyworld and he had to pee real bad. Oh no this is bad. I don't feel like I'm going to pee. I am going to pee!
"F-Forrest," Bradley tried to sputter out in between the older boys raging thrusts. "Puh-please s-stop ... I need to pee. P-please sir. I'm going to pee!" The boy squealed powerlessly.
Forrest couldn't hear his little brother over the sound of his own mind raging with lust and fury. He could only see red and think of splitting my little fag brother open and watching every one of my teammates rape the boy's holes and cum on the little fag bitch. Fucking slut. Fuck this slut.
Forrest wasn't even thinking in sentences and, so, Bradley was helpless. He couldn't hold it anymore. He tried to let go but no pee came out. Bradley felt like his bladder was full and about to burst like a balloon but something was keeping his pee from coming out.
Oh fuck please I need to pee so bad please just let me pee oh my god, the boy thought to himself in a panic. Bradley's moans turned into begging sobs as he tried desperately to pee while his raging animal of an older brother fucked his insides out. Bradley's brain was on fire and his tiny cock burned as he tried to push out to piss but still nothing happened. Bradley moaned in frustration as the urge turned into panic because he thought he might actually be about explode or tear something but Forrest kept mindlessly fucking the young boy and Bradley yelled again for his bestial older brother to stop rutting inside of him because he needed to pee desperately but the seventeen year-old couldn't hear anything above the sound of his own primal grunting as the only thoughts rushing through the alpha teen's mind was pure destruction: Destroy something beautiful.
And then Bradley felt the most glorious sharp white relief as his tiny red cock jerked between his smooth flat stomach and the soft plush carpet and drooled out a long glob of clear boy cum. What the fuck? I'm not peeing? Oh my god I'm cumming and itfeelssogoodohgodForrestplease.
Bradley's entire body shuddered around his older brother's hard cock. Electric shocks and glows traveled across the thirteen year-olds body enveloping him in a blanket of warm vibrating ecstasy. With each of his older brother's deep thrusts, Bradley's body spasmed, more clear boy juice leaked out of his four-inch slick red cock, and Bradley's body fell weaker. His mind retreated into a dark hole where he couldn't see or hear or barely feel anything around him. All he sensed was release as he let go of control of his body and mind and submitted completely to his older brother's savage fucking.
Forrest's little brother's hole clamped down on the base of the seventeen year-old's cock so hard it woke the teenager out of his barbaric lust. Forrest howled furiously as he felt the boy's insides excitedly churn around his engorged cock as the boy's pussy orgasmed. Then Bradley's slim body went limp underneath Forrest's crushing weight and thrusts. The faggot just came. This fucking faggot just came.
Forrest was proud of himself for fucking the kid into oblivion so quickly and thoroughly but he was also a little mad that Bradley spilled his nasty queer juice on his carpet. I should've planned for this, the older boy thought to himself somewhat disappointedly. Oh, well, next time. But first, let me show this bitch how a man cums.
Careful to keep his cock buried inside his younger brother's warm gooshy guts, Forrest picked the boy's limp body up and bent it over his bed so the boy could rest a bit on the mattress. Forrest let go of Bradley's wrists and watched, satisfied, as they lay like wet noodles at the boy's sides. He grabbed a fistful of Bradley's soft blonde hair that Forrest noticed not only looked like a girl's but smelled like one's too and twisted so that Bradley's head turned around and then the older boy spit into the dumb slut's open mouth and kissed the delirious slut, knowing his dumb blonde baby brother was too far gone his orgasmic pussy trance to remember his older brother's moment of tenderness.
Bradley was so tired he was limp. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his pale white skin. Bradley's dick was soft again and flailed around in the air, slapping against belly and bouncing off his hairless balls as Forrest lifted him and turned his body around while keeping it impaled on the seventeen year-old's upright shaft so easily the thirteen year-old may as well have been an inflatable fuck doll.
Forrest laid his younger brother gently on his bed and put a pillow under the small of the boy's back because he knew the angle would make it more pleasurable for the soon to be whimpering and shaking boy slut.
Forrest hovered over his little brother, slowly pulling his long teen cock, its veins gorged and bulging with rushing blood, out of his quivering little brother and folded the slender boy in half, pushing Bradley's knees over the boy's sweaty blonde head, lifting up the boy's gaping hole, and proudly watched the slutty wound suck at the air as his lusty younger brother waited eagerly to be filled once again with Forrest's hard pole.
Forrest entered his younger brother all at once, feeling the boy's warm gooey guts swish around his thick eight-inch rod and watching the boy's bright blue eyes shoot open and his moan turn into a soft coo, turn into a whimper, which finally was chocked out of the little boy's small lungs as Forrest focused his more than two hundred pounds of lean teen muscle on his thrusting cock and let the weight sink his raging teen fuckpole deep into his little brother's guts.
Bradley was woken up from his slutty trance by an explosion of warm electric jolts running like lightning through his veins and across his young teen body. Bradley watched his small toes wiggle up by his older brother's sweaty face and wished his seventeen year-old master would open his dark brown eyes so Forrest could see how much he worshipped his older brother.
Forrest had sunk his warm flesh stick so deep into Bradley's folded body that he had driven every emotion and feeling but shuddering pleasure and slavish devotion from the thirteen year-old.
"I love you sir," Bradley cooed meekly, unable to control himself. He wanted his master older brother to know how devoted he was to pleasing the alpha stud. Bradley tried to push his stomach in and out with what little energy his small body could muster, hoping the motion would massage the teenager's huge cock that was rutting inside of him.
Bradley's cock had softened and the boy knew his sore little balls were all spent. But inside his guts, Bradley still felt like a bitch dog in heat. He needed to be bred. He needed to feel his older brother coat his insides with powerful alpha seed. It was primal urge Bradley was realizing he felt on a deep evolutionary level. This is the most comfortable I've ever felt. I belong here, underneath Forrest, to be used at his pleasure.
Forrest didn't hear the boy's soft romantic coo of brotherly affection because right then he took a deep breath and, gripping underneath his little brother's small trembling knees and squeezing--driving the boy's slender legs into the mattress with the strength of a charging bull--Forrest grunted, releasing a low bellow that grew into a lion's roar as the high school senior pounded his hips again and again into his flailing thirteen year-old brother.
Forrest opened his eyes and focused on his little brother's sweaty squirming face as his eight-inch cock shot thick wads of hot cum into the boy's soft swishing guts.
Bradley couldn't breathe because his hunky older brother's assault had forced all the air from his lungs. The boy gasped and tried to focus on his brother breeding his his hungry insides, filling him with his beloved brother's creamy essence. Bradley felt so happy and proud to have earned his brother's love that he worked up the energy to wrap his arms around Forrest's tan, thick neck muscles and pull himself closer to the seventeen year-old's slick and hot heaving body.
The thirteen year-old felt small and safe, vulnerable but protected as he felt Forrest empty into him. I just want to be here forever. I want to fall asleep right here with Forrest's cock buried inside of me and I never want him to leave me pleasedon'tleavemeForrestIneedyouinsideme.
Forrest's mind was still dark and pulsing with blood and lust and love and desire. His cock was still hard and spasming and super-sensitive so he slowly pulled his length out and let Bradley slither weakly to the ground, cradling the boy's face as he fell so that the slut's slavish smile was facing the dominating teenager's swollen member.
Forrest's cock was purple it was so swollen with blood and in his fist it looked like a shotgun pointed at Bradley's head, ready to blow the boy's skull apart in an explosion of blood and brain and bone and cum.
Forrest smacked Bradley and the boy's innocent blue eyes shot open and watered as he looked up at his master in delirious lustful submission. Forrest spat on his little brother's face, spreading the saliva around the boy's pathetic cute little cheeks with his throbbing cock. As Forrest tenderly stroked the shaft of his veiny meatstick, the seventeen year-old's wild brown eyes shimmered dangerously like a serial killer savoring the moment right before slashing his victim's exposed throat.
Forrest twisted the boy's hair hard and Bradley opened his mouth in pain and Forrest quickly shoved the purple head of eight-inch fuck stick into the thirteen year old's warm red mouth. Bradley's moans couldn't escape from around his older brother's massive cock so the boy's sounds just massaged Forrest's slick tool and the seventeen year-old moaned in gratitude for his whore little brother.
Bradley explored the veins of his older brother's hot pulsing meat with his tongue while he tried to enjoy the sweet and salty and bitter taste of his own ass juices mixing with Forrest's oozing cum. Bradley was thankful that Forrest had grabbed his hair to control him because it kept him from pulling away. I'm so tired. It felt so good, Forrest's dick fucking me but I'm so tired now. I want to sleep. And this does not taste good.
Bradley gagged and threw up cum and fuck juices and spit.
Forrest relaxed his grip on the choking and sputtering boy's tangly blonde head but Bradley went dutifully right back to worshipping his brother's flesh stick.
Forrest was getting off on how slutty his little brother looked with his curly blonde hair all sweaty and tussled and his mouth full of cock. Bradley's eyes were glazed over in boy lust as spit and cum and ass juices dripped out the sides of his thin sucking mouth, slicking his red lips and making them glow like a whore's lipstick. And, fuck, the boy's moans! He sounds like such a happy little slut ... fuck he really enjoys getting treated like this the fag. Not for the first time that morning, Forrest was proud of how eager and willing of a slut his pretty younger brother was turning out to be.
Forrest pulled his wet cock from Bradley's sucking mouth, wiping cock slime on Bradley's face before stuffing both of his bull-sized balls into the boy's begging mouth. This is my favorite, some slut sucking on my nuts while I jerk off. Fuck I'm going to nut again. All over this bitch's face and take a picture of it and show it to the team. Fuck. Bradley's gonna look so fucking hot with my cum on his fucking face, yes fuck that fucking slut I'm going to cum on his fucking FACE!
Bradley realized as soon as his older brother marched him naked down the hallway maybe fifteen minutes ago that he was no longer going to be in control of his own body, but only now was the thirteen year-old beginning to realize what that meant.
Forrest was fucking the boy's warm wet mouth open and calling Bradley all kinds of mean things and Bradley was confused because he didn't like that he loved being degraded. He was ashamed and excited and nervous and also just trying to focus on what was happening to him right now. My face is buried in my master's crotch. My older brother's balls are in my mouth and he's going to cum on me. I'm going to get to taste him and show him what a good slut I am. He's going to be so proud of me when I eat all his cum. I can do it. It doesn't taste that bad. I can do it for Forrest.
Forrest pulled his balls out of Bradley's mouth with a pop and then shouted. "I'm going to cum on your fucking face you fucking slut!"
Bradley stared at his older brother's swollen purple cock and the little boy's blue eyes went white with shock like that engorged head was going to be the last thing he would ever see.
His brother's hands were a blur as they stroked the massive tool furiously. Bradley saw the slit open and his brother's balls pull up and then felt a warm shot of thick cum slam into his face. He instinctively closed his eyes and flinched but Forrest's hand was gripping his tangled golden blonde hair and kept him facing away as another shot of steaming hot teen cum coated his right eye, filling the entire socket with creamy cock spurt.
"Fuck yeah ... Fucking faggot ... Take that ... Stupid bitch ... Fucking slut." Each shot of Forrest's thick ropey cum came out with an insult. Bradley opened and closed his mouth like a fish because he wanted to taste his brother and swallow him but also he wanted to be covered in his brother's cum. I want Forrest to see my face covered with his seed so he knows how good of a slut I am and how much I love him.
Forrest had never cum so much in his life. Stroke after stroke sent a violent spasm across his body as his brain burned with fever and rage and when he was finally done he looked down at his fag little brother and Forrest was proud of how much creamy jizz was dripping down the kid's cheeks, slathered on his forehead, and mixed in his curly blonde hair.
Bradley looked up at Forrest with only one of his cute blue eyes because the other would be swimming in a pool of the older teen's cum if the boy opened it. But the sweaty, used thirteen year-old's open one was fixed on Forrest in complete obedience.
Bradley opened his mouth to show his master how much cum he had caught in his mouth before he swallowed it. Forrest smiled as he watched Bradley's small tongue swish the creamy load around. Forrest was so proud of his slutty brother. If I'm going to have a fag for a brother, at least he's a good fuck and pretty hot actually. I wonder how he'd look dressed as a girl? I bet you could barely tell ....
Bradley was a limp wreck with his stretched ass hole leaking fuck slime and cum on the carpet next to the young boy's own spilled love juice. Forrest was disgusted at how messy he let his little brother be. That needs to be trained out of him. I should be setting a better example ofr my little brother, Forrest joked to himself. So Forrest forrest grabbed the semi-conscious boy's cum-stained blonde hair and pushed his nose into the carpet like a puppy.
"Hey faggot! This mess better be cleaned up by the time I get home from school or I'll beat you bloody and you'll never get to taste my dick again."
"Yes sir," Bradley sputtered out quickly. Forrest can count on me. I won't let him down. I'll clean his room and do his laundry and do everything he asks me to. Bradley's body was still pulsing from his orgasm that he could barely think. I just need to say "Yes sir" to whatever he says.
Bradley collected himself mentally and watched Forrest get dressed for school while his used body recovered physically. After dressing, Forrest took one last look at his pathetic fag brother and snorted before turning out the door.
(Author's Note: I have Chapters Two and Three written. I have a lot of ideas for Bradley, and would love to hear more thoughts!)