Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2012 14:53:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Monster Muscle Subject: Brother's Biceps, Part 2 -------------------------- Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. This story contains sexual activity between males and incest. By continuing on to the story you affirm that you are of legal age to read this material and that this material is legal at your present location. -------------------------- The living room was still dark when Tim woke me by kicking my legs off the sofa. His massive boxer-clad thighs towered before me like two roman columns and I wondered what it would be like to feel the power of those thighs squeezing my head as hard as they chose. He tugged on my shirt. "Were you cold?" He looked down at me with a smirk. The darkness kept Tim from seeing that my face flushed at him finding me on the sofa exactly as I had fallen asleep: one hand on my dick, totally naked except for the designer t-shirt, creased and crusted from my brother's ejaculate. It was no longer a tight fit like it had been before Tim's big muscles stretched it out. I sat up and he plopped himself down on the sofa next to me. His thigh touched mine and sent a jolt of electricity through my body. "You look good wearing my cum rag, he said. "You must really like my dried spunk." I said nothing. What could I say? "Let me see you model that shirt," he said. I almost argued but I knew it would be pointless. He would get his way. I stood up. "Go on," he said. "Turn around." There I stood, wearing Tim's cum rag and nothing else -- naked from the waist down, my cock on display, already standing at full attention and saluting its new master, my baby brother. I turned slowly, showing him every angle, wishing that at the very least I had been wearing the shirt by force instead of choice. Tim lay back on the sofa. He motioned for me to come closer to him and I obeyed. When I was within reach, he grabbed my erection roughly with one hand, causing me to gasp. "You thought you had a big dick until tonight," he declared matter-of-factly. I looked down at my cock. Seeing it in Tim' s massive hand, the idea of my cock ever seeming large was unfathomable, but I nodded reluctantly. "You don't think you have a big dick any more, though, do you?" I shook my head. I felt dizzy. "No," he agreed. "You don't even look like a man compared to me." He ran his hand up and down my shaft and I let out a moan. Then he grabbed my nuts. He squeezed them sharply and then let go. My lips parted but no noise came out. I dropped to the ground in pain, on my knees before him on the sofa. My forehead rested on his obliques and the excitement of touching his torso sent a surge of energy to my cock even as my balls ached in agony. His hand stroked my hair gently and watched while I regained my composure. When I lifted my head I saw that Tim had pulled his cock out of the top of his boxer shorts. He held the dick perpendicular to his body and rubbed it slowly with an open hand, so as not to obstruct my view of its grandeur. "Don't be ashamed," He laughed. "You're on your knees, bowing to my great big muscles; Genuflecting before my giant mouth-watering dick. That's the way it should be." "You don't get it, Mikey," he continued. "You're mine now. Don't you feel how freeing that is? You can stop pretending. That's why your dick is so hard. Your dick knows we're past all the pretending. Your dick knows that I'm the BOSS." He spoke calmly, patiently, even, as he explained the New Order to me. "Your dick is ready for you to accept the fact that you're my bitch now. Baby. Brother's. Bitch. Not a man. I am the man, and you are the bitch who gets to stop trying to be a man, because now you have me. " He slid his boxers off and kicked them to the floor. "Look at that." he gestured to my erection. "Your fucking dick is drooling over me, the same way you are." He was right. My cock was leaking so much pre-cum it looked as if it had already orgasmed. I was dumbfounded by Tim's total confidence, and the way he could get inside my head. The more I submitted to him -- the more I accepted his dominance, the more I tried to wrap my mind around the humiliation of my baby brother playing me like a violin -- the more turned on I got. As hot as he looked, as amazing as his touch felt, it was his complete control over me that made my cock hard and my heart almost pound right out of my chest. "Let me hear you say it. Let me hear you say you're my bitch." Was he kidding? I couldn't say that. "I know this is difficult for you," he said. "I know you've been drooling over me for a few days now, and you thought you were finally about to taste some baby brother dick, but you haven't earned this dick yet. You need to prove to me that you understand how lucky are to be in the presence of my greatness. Then, we'll see about letting you put your little bitch mouth on my man meat." I looked at him pleadingly. I didn't want to say it. "Look at that. Look at that speculator cock," he cooed, and lovingly cradled his own meat with one hand while he manhandled my scalp with the other. "Let it take control of you. Do you feel that? Do you feel what the mere sight of my dick is doing to you?" He turned and leaned toward me and grazed my cheek with his cock. Without meaning to, I let out a whimper, like a puppy rejoicing at the comforting hand of its owner. "Yes!" he exclaimed, and he pulled me back off him. "That was good. Keep staring at it and tell me how you feel." I stared at Tim's cock. I felt waves of passion flowing over me. It was hypnotic. "Oh fuck, Tim," I finally said. "I want to suck your cock so bad." He stroked it slowly and grinned, delighted by this admission. "YES! Keep going." "It's so big." He closed his eyes and his stroking intensified. "How does my big fucking cock make you feel, Big Brother?" "It makes me feel.. obedient. Like, I want to do whatever you say. It makes you the boss and me your grateful servant. I would do anything for you just so I could swing on your meat for a while." "Oh FUCK YES!" he tilted his head back and started pulling on his cock even harder. His body was truly a work of art. "Who's my bitch, Mikey? Who is Baby Brother's Bitch?" "I am, Tim! I'm your bitch! I'm a bitch for those big fucking biceps and your big fucking legs and and BIG FUCKING COCK THAT I WANT SUCK!" He was really getting into this. "Lick my balls!" he instructed, "Do it!" I obliged. I worked my head in under Tim's thigh and ran my tongue all over his balls. I licked and slurped and put his balls in my mouth one at at a time. I tried to suck both a the same time but they were too big. In any other situation this would have have been merely a prelude to the actual sex act, but at that moment I was in total heaven. Tim had me so worked up that I didn't feel like I was missing out because I wasn't allowed to suck his cock. If anything I worried I would cum too fast. I tried to focus on pleasing his balls the best way I could while he continued to pound is dick. Suddenly Tim's balls tightened under my tongue. He quickly pushed me away. His body convulsed and his junkyard dog spit out its contents across his chest and stomach. He lay there breathing heavily for a few seconds. Then he looked down at me. "What the fuck is your problem, Mikey?" He glared at me. I looked at him like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of the correct response. "Look at the fucking mess you made. Clean it up." I started to get to my feet but my brother pushed me back down. "With your tongue, Mikey. Clean it up my jizz with your tongue." He was inviting me to ravish his body with my tongue! I got to work, rubbing my tongue -- rubbing my face -- across the trail of Tim's cum, drinking in my baby brother's sweet nectar, working my way up his torso as if I was sculpting it with my mouth. I did this carefully, ready to be admonished for misstepping in some way, ready to be rejected, ready to be smacked back and reminded who was in charge. But no reprimand came. When I got to his nipple I sucked hungrily and flicked my tongue, hoping to finally elicit a noise or some other sign of pleasure from Tim -- anything to let me know I was pleasing him. -- but no sound came until I finally lost control myself and moaned loudly. Tim pulled me off by the back of my head and I knew I had pushed it too far. He eyed me menacingly and then, to my surprise, pointed to his upper lip and said, "There's still one drop left." I saw no mess on his lips there in the darkness, but I leaned forward. I kept my eyes locked on Tim's, still watching for a warning that he would suddenly push me away. He didn't. I leaned in all the way until our lips touched, softly. I closed my eyes. My hands ran all over his muscles, drinking his body in with my fingers as I tasted his mouth. Given how harshly he'd been treating me, his kiss was unexpectedly tender, and I finally knew he wanted this as much as I did. When one of my hands seemed to be unable to stop rubbing his bicep, his lips broke from mine and he flexed his arm into a grapefruit. Instinctively, I cast my eyes downward, trying to avoid being caught staring at his muscles. was a dance I had performed since his the beginning of his visit. "It's ok, Mikey. See? Here are those baby brother biceps you love so much." Then he growled, "Ohhhh, look at that" and gave be a double bicep pose that made my heart jump. " You fucking love my big muscles, don't you, Mikey?" He took my hand and placed it on his flexed arm. This was my reward: He was joining me as an active participant in my worship of him. I had one hand on my cock and the other on his bicep. It didn't feel like a rock or a baseball or anything spherical at all. It felt like a giant wall of muscle and I loved it. I pulled on my dick and marveled at his body as his bicep bucked and jumped under my touch. Tim smiled and nodded approvingly. He pulled me in and kissed me again. This kiss was hard and rough and his tongue finally crossed the divide into my mouth, filling it the way I wished his cock would. I sucked on my brother hungrily, accepting the kiss for what it was: praise. He suddenly broke away, stood up, and picked me up of the ground. He cradled me in his arms and then as soon as he had me safe in his grip, continued our kiss as he carried me into the bedroom. "Oh, Mikey," he whispered. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to to do you?" I was to make it into the bedroom tonight after all. -------------------------- Thank you so much for your comments! It's great to know so many of you like this story. You keep me motivated. I love to hear from you! Email monstermuscle212@yahoo.com Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html