Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 03:19:57 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 30

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"You didn't have to stop on my account," said Peter to his older brother,
smirking, as he closed my front door.

David has yanked his pants up though his fresh cum was visible on the leg
and crotch of his pants where he had shot it after he had ripped his big
cock from my ass in his desperate attempt to get out of my ass and pretend
nothing had happened in spite of his younger brother walking in on us
fucking.  How he thought he could hide the fact he was fucking me bent over
my dinning room table, with his big cock up my ass in the throes of orgasm,
was inconceivable.

While I had been equally mortified at Peter walking in on us, I had been
less panicked.  I immediately realized how bad this look.  Plus I had paid
David to fuck me so I was the one most in the wrong.  But helpless as I was
bent over my dining table I just resigned myself to how bad this was.

I just finished cumming even though I knew my cum might ruin the finish on
my expensive table.  I pulled up my pants, painfully aware that the huge
load of cum in my jock would seep into my jeans.  While I would have a wet
spot in the front of my jeans I felt better with clothes on facing Peter
than in me previous predicament which cried out 'slut' 'whore' and 'cheat'.

While I was worried about Peter's wrath, I slowly realized this was about
Peter and his older brother.  I pulled up the chair David had moved out of
the way and sat at the dinning room table.

"You know you could have finished cumming in his ass, there was no reason
to stop on my account," Peter said, as he strolled into my house and
plopped himself down on a chair in the living room facing us.

David didn't respond.  He seemed to be ignoring his younger brother.
Though his previous self-confidence had evaporated.  He was struggling
doing up his belt.

I should have been worried about what Peter would think of me and what
would be the consequences.  I had been caught having sex with his brother.
But I was suddenly curious about what would transpire between these two
boys.

Peter was ignoring me, and I was thankful for the respite, even if the
other shoe would drop at some point in the future.  This was between them.

"How much did you get paid this time," asked Peter, making it clear to
David he knew about the previous time.

"Two hundred," said David.

I thought I sensed relief in David's voice as this turn in the conversation
made it about money, not his younger brother walking in on him fucking an
older man's ass (he would not have known his younger brother had done the
same two times before and basically owned me sexually).

"Nice to see my commerce student brother did some market research," said
Peter, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Both David and I turned red in embarrassment for different reasons likely.
David was probably embarrassed he had been underpaid the first time he did
'gay for pay'.  I was embarrassed at having it explicitly stated I paid for
sex (and not with just any escort but with this 16 year old boy's brother).

"Do you now have to give some of it back because you didn't finish," asked
Peter facetiously, "some of your cum seems to be on the front of your
pants."

Peter was good.  He knew how to humiliate his older brother.

I wondered if this was the first time and revenge.  He had humiliated me
from the beginning.

David looked at me pleadingly.

I guess hoping I could bail him out.  But I had no way to help him.  He
didn't know it but I was Peter's slave.  He had more ability to take
charge, because he was an older brother, than I did as an adult.  His
brother owned me in so many ways.  I wanted to help him, as he looked so
helpless, but I way too much to lose.

The most I could offer, which was embarrassing on a number of levels, was
to say "David made me cum so he did his job", pulling out the $200 and
placing it on the dinning room table.

I wasn't sure if this made things better or worse.

On the one hand it made what we were doing very obvious.  It was escorting.
I had paid Peter's older brother for sex and he had charge me, a gay man,
to fuck me in the ass.  Peter's brother was a prostitute.

On the other hand it made it less about sex.  He had simply been doing this
for money.  Many gay prostitutes are straight guys just wanting the cash.

Peter, in a bizarre twist, let his older brother off the hook by turning
the attention to me.  "Is that the $200 you owe me for fucking your ass?"

The silence was palpable.  David looked at me in shock.  I had had sex with
his underage younger brother.  His brother, who was only 16 and was in high
school, I had paid like him for sex.  His brother, who he was worried I (a
fag likely in his mind like Peter's) had molested.

With both boys' eyes riveted on me all I could do was nod.

Peter let out a laugh and said to David "consider this an early birthday
present.  That is my money."

Turning to me he said "we both know you will pay me back in so many ways,"
letting his brother know this wasn't about just cash when it came to Peter
and me.

David looked back and forth between us and the quizzical look on his face
suggested he was now beginning to wonder what was going on between us.
Before any questions could form (or be expressed, not that he could be too
critical, aside from his brother's age, as he had fucked me now twice for
cash), Peter changed the subject.

"How do we get the stick out of Paul's ass and set him up to have sex with
this fag," Peter asked David.  "I want this to be a trifecta and I want
Paul to do this as well."

I bristled at the 'fag' word, though David didn't seem to react so I
suspect it was a word used around the home, probably by his father (which
was freaky as I had sex with two of his boys and Peter was raising the
possibility of my having sex with the third).

David, perhaps thankful to have a chance of talking about someone than
himself who had just been caught fucking a (in his mind) 'fag' by his
younger brother, turned his thinking to the question and said "I have no
idea, he doesn't respond to money," not realizing he had just identified
how his younger brother had trapped him.

"He is so uptight he doesn't jack off often," Peter added.

David looked at his brother curiously, meaning he had no clue about this
fact, but he didn't ask.

"Paul worships dad," ventured David.

"How does that help," Peter asked.  "Dad hates fags."

Seems my suspicions were correct: the homophobia came from their father.
Where I felt uncomfortable around Peter's dad before (given what I was
doing with his son) I found myself starting to hate this man.

"Yea but Dad fooled around with Uncle James and some roommate in college,"
said David.

"Really" asked Peter incredulously.  "How the fuck do you know that?"

"Aunt Alice told me at her daughter's wedding, when she was tipsy and mad
at Uncle James for getting drunk and hanging out with one of the
groomsmen," said David.  "She is convinced Uncle James will cheat on her
with a man and if that is true maybe dad will too."

Were there boys thinking of trying to get their father to cheat on their
mother with a man?  This was seriously fucked up.  Did they not care about
their mom's feelings?  She could get hurt or worse, they could get
divorced.

There was silence in the room as this sunk in.

"You think dad is a fag," Peter eventually asked.

"You shouldn't use that word," said David.  "Dad probably uses it because
he is defensive about stuff he has done and what that might mean."

David probably had a point.  He had some insight, thought I didn't like how
these boys were talking about outing their father.

Peter was silent as he took that information in fully.

Eventually Peter looked at me and grinned and said "I am not likely to drop
the word fag as I have one than you just used."

Now it was David's turn to let the information settle in.  I saw the
realization cross his face.  I was having sex with his high school age
brother.  I hoped like hell the use of the word 'fag' made it clear I
wasn't molesting his teenage brother but it equally made clear his brother
was using me.

Whatever was going on in David's mind he didn't say anything.  He just
studied me for a few minutes and then went back to contemplating what they
were talking about.

Eventually Peter asked "what if I had my fag sleep with dad, do you think
Paul might do the same?"

Where I had spent this entire conversation worried how this might impact my
relationship with these two boys, I suddenly found myself petrified.  Were
they proposing I have sex with their father?

Yes, I wanted to have sex with Paul, he was gorgeous.  But I wouldn't have
sex with their dad.  That was just sick.

I was not interested in their dad.  He was not my type.  Besides I was
having sex with at least one of his sons regularly and had been fucked by
the other, both of whom were in my living room.  How could I face this man,
and if the idea of sex were bridged wouldn't he ask about the possibility
that I was having sex with his sons especially since he knew Peter had
spent a lot of time at my house?

Ignoring my presence in the room David answered his younger brother and
asked "he is your fag?" stressing the word 'your'.

Peter grinned like a Cheshire cat and nodded, saying "I own his ass."

"What does that mean," asked David.

"I will fill you in later but trust me," Peter said.  "I own him."

I was mortified.  What would he tell David?  Would he tell him all we had
done?  Would he tell David about me and the 13 year old boy?  Would he show
him the videos?

I didn't want him saying anything but 'filling him later?', I would so
rather him fill him in right now where I could hear.  He had spilled way
too much to Ian and that was a gay boy who, I thought (though I hadn't
heard from him), liked me.  Peter's older brother had no connection to me
beyond money (a connection that was likely shattered given the new
information he was learning about me and his younger brother).

"I will have to think about it," said David.  "I think we can set dad up
with this fag."

My stomach was in knots and my heart was sinking.  David was now calling me
a fag.  And they were talking about me having sex with their dad.  I didn't
want to even see their dad ever again just running into him on the street
or outside our homes.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to ever see either of
these boys again.

Not even saying goodbye or acknowledging my presence both boys got up and
left my house, talking between themselves about their brother and father.

I sat there at my dinning room table, with my jock full of cum and my ass
hurting from the abuse and the yanking of David's cock out of it in the
midst of our orgasm, scared.  What was happening?

Surely they weren't serious about my having sex with their father?

END OF CHAPTER THIRTY