Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2022 05:06:42 +0000 From: Art Subject: Screwed C-8 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org I modeled gay porn scenes to support my younger brother, Johnny. and myself. I was screwed in multiple ways after Johnny discovered my part-time job doing porn. Then my straight brother became involved. Remember, this story is fiction and in no way condones or condemns the action END of C-7: Junior said. "Get yourselves hard before you start. You can't do yourself. Use your buddy's mouth. Elijah and I want to watch." Junior had a feral look on his face. "Elijah, take excellent pictures. I want clear shots of their mouths." I had to agree if I wanted to watch the video where my co-captains have sex with the other three hockey players on my team. Last week I believed myself to be straight. I did not hate gays. This stuff was not for me. Or so I believed. Now I was 69ing another guy. Timmy and I were so deep in devouring each other that as his sperms filled my mouth, I released mine deep in his throat. I was screwed. I just did not know how screwed Junior was going to make me. Screwed C-8 Junior chortled. "Johnny, thought you were straight." I hung my head in embarrassment. Timmy and I were friends who showed Elijah our lust for each other. His little brother watched me unload in Timmy's mouth as I took Timmy's load. I wanted to cover myself in shame. Not from Timmy, from Elijah and Junior, who was reviewing the video and stills Elijah took. "There. All done. Great shots Elijah. Okay, guys. Get a drink while I get the video. Johnny, you get to watch your teammates have sex with each other. Still think hockey players are all straight? Uh, guys. Don't dress. I want to see if the action turns you on. Elijah, sit between your brother and Johnny." The video started. Johnny said. "I forwarded it to where the co-captains start their penalty." The first scene showed my co-captains sitting next to each other, staring at their feet. They looked very unhappy. The doorbell rang as the nine-year-old, now in control of these two senior boys, went to answer it. Max, one of the captains, looked at his alternate captain, Avery. "How could we be so stupid? You told me we would break that nine-year-old kid." "How the fuck was I to know that kid had steel balls? What do you think he will have us do?" "I'm more worried about who he will have do us. Aw, shit. Look who he called." I recognized immediately the two kids who entered. Avery's brother, Bryce and Max's brother, Cole. Both kids played on the hockey JV squad. Cole spoke first. "What did you two do? Holy shit. Are you the two we get to fuck? What did you do to Petey? Someone whipped him good. Did you?" Petey spoke. "We played Torture Me. I was the kid tortured. Your brothers enjoyed what they did to my skinny body. They could not make me beg them to stop. I won. They have to be my slaves for thirty days, doing whatever I tell them. That right, boys? Big hockey stars torturing a little boy. You are mine now." Petey danced in front of two very red-faced young men. "You guys ever want to get even with your older brothers. For anything?" Bryce and Cole walked to the couch. Cole looked down at his brother, Max. "Remember that time you told mom I ate all the cookies? Then you tied me to the tree, naked, and left me there and called Suzie and Jane to come over and see me as you stroked me. Do you realize they laughed at me in school and told their friends what I looked like as I came?" Bryce looked at Avery. "Remember when you put itch powder in my briefs on the way to school and I scratched myself all day in class and everyone laughed?" Petey said, "Seems like your brothers have cause. Wait here. I need to gather some supplies and make three calls." I turned to Timmy. "Holy shit. Avery and Max are going to get it." Johnny spoke. "Elijah, rest your hands on Johnny and Timmy's cocks. Just rub them." I suppose I should have told Elijah not to. I had my mind on the on-screen action as I saw Petey command my tough hockey guys to stand and face each other. He told them to push tight front to front. Then he wrapped a clothesline around their naked bodies. All except for their mid sections. They looked humiliated together like this. I would soon learn how humiliated they were to be. Petey rubbed their butts. "Start kissing. With tongues." "Petey, please. No." "Shut up, Avery, and kiss Max. I want to see tongue, and thrusting. Bryce. You and Cole use this lube on your brother's holes. Get them ready. Get yourselves ready. I want you in them and moving in ten minutes." Timmy turned to Johnny. "Are they really gonna?" "Shhh. Watch. Elijah, keep rubbing." Junior said. We watched. "I want to pop your cherry, Bryce told Avery. Unless Cole already has." The response from Avery was, "Please, no one has ever done that to me." Bryce giggled. "Are you a virgin too, Max?" Cole had a smirk on his face. His brother's whimpers were the answer. Petey danced around. "Keep kissing. Lots of tongue. Losing your virginity tonight guys to your fourteen-year-old brothers. Seventeen-year-old hockey studs gonna get in the butt. Get passionate about kissing each other slaves. Prepare yourselves." I could see Max and Avery struggling and twisting against each other. I hoped it aroused them. However, the thought of each of them being deflowered by their younger brothers may have put them off. "Do it." Petey told the younger brothers. "Do it now." My eyes focused on the entry each brother made. I neglected to focus on what Elijah was doing to my cock. Fourteen-year-olds were not gentle as they entered their brothers. They started thrusting and moaning immediately. The older boys were screaming, their kissing forgotten. As the act progressed, the younger brothers sped up the thrusting as their fingers met and tied together as their arms circled their brothers. Petey returned, leading three boys in hockey varsity jackets. I stared, ignoring the action for a moment. Ross, Brandon, and Zane stood still, taking in the scene in front of them. These were three sophomores new to the varsity squad. They wasted no time stripping and walking over to be close to the action. Ross spoke. "When Petey called and told us, well, I said no way." Turning to Brandon and Zane, he continued. "Rock, paper, scissors to see which of us gets them second after their brothers." Three hands flashed and Ross and Zane won. "Guess you choose who you do the third time, Brandon." Brandon laughed. "I have a lot of staying power. I will do each of them. I'll decide who to cum in after I start." I had become turned on again. I needed to release after watching the on-screen action. Junior knew Timmy and I were close. "Suck your brother Elijah. I'll suck Johnny." The kids started working our cocks. I watched Cole and Bryce unload inside their brothers who were still kissing, only now with more passion. The two sophomores followed and then Brandon came last, just as I filled Junior's mouth. I saw Timmy stiffen as he flooded Elijah. Coming down, I saw Avery and Max untied and made to kneel over the couch, their butts facing the camera. "Holy shit. Look at all that stuff coming out of their holes!" Exclaimed Elijah. "What happened after?" I asked. Junior smiled. They still have two weeks left of their sentence. Summer practice starts and they are going to find out how far they will need to go. You two put on a good show with your 69 and messing with Elijah. Your friends are not the only gay boys on the team. I uploaded the video to Avery and Max. Maybe they will cut a deal with the two of you. I texted them and told them they might want to convince Petey the two of you can replace them for two weeks. I looked at Timmy. I was screwed. Timmy was not on the team. What was I going to do? Junior knew my thoughts. "Too late. I sent the video. Too bad I leave with my dad tomorrow. I'd love to follow this." I wanted to let Junior know what I thought of him, but figured he might have more evidence against me. I kept quiet. The suite door opened and Camden and Trevor entered, followed by Uncle Donovan. Let me know. Comments and suggestions at: < acgib1943@protonmail.com >. Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. https://donate.nifty.org