Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2014 21:06:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: FoxBarking <foxbarking@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dumb Jock's Younger Brothers Chapter Three

Disclaimer: The same as always.  This story contains sexual humiliation
directed to a boy from his younger brother.  It also contais a rarely used
humiliation aspect called "Large Penis Humiliation. Please don't read it if
you don't want to or if you are not supposed to.  All characters and events
in this story are completely fictional.

Dumb Jock's Younger Brothers Chapter 3

The first thing that went through me head was that my brother Terry had
betrayed me.  Even though he had been treating me as an object, much as
Jess had been doing, he being as harsh as Jess normally was.  I was lying
in the shallow metal tub, a vibrator inserted deep inside me, cum all over
my face and chest, my quickly deflating cock still within my hand.

"Jess..." I began sputtering, but had absolutely no idea how to continue my
thought.  What could I have possibly hae said anyhow?  I could blame Terry
for the situation, but all Terry had to do was deny it.  Jess was much more
likely to believe his younger brother than his older slave brother.

I was shocked and very frightened when Jess walked in on Terry and me in
the back yard, but that didn't compare to the hurt I felt that Terry set me
up like he had.  Still, nothing I felt was nearly as bad as the look Jess
had on his face.

"You couldn't even go one day with your little brother in charge of you
without shooting your worthless cum." Jess sneered.  "God, you are stupid
if you actually thought I wouldn't have caught you, dumb ass.  I always
catch you."

I started to yammer, trying to tell Jess that I didn't mean to cum.  "I'm
sorry, Jess!" I pleaded.  "I only came because Terry wanted me to!  Please
don't punish me!"

Jess looked over at Terry.  "Is that true?" he asked.  Terry was about to
answer, but Jess didn't give him any chance to.  "Nah, nevermind.  It
doesn't matter, donkey dong and do you know why it doesn't matter?  Because
you know the damn rules and you've known them a lot longer than Terry has
known them.  Now get your stupid and naked ass out of that damn tub."

I scrambled to obey Jess as quickly as I could.

"And make sure that cock doesn't come out of your ass," Jess added.

My dick was in its refractory period, but that hardly mattered. Even if I
hadn't cummed, my cock was not going to stay hard in the ire of my brother.
My libido hadn't decreased very much, though.  Jess had deliberately ruined
many of my orgasms in the past year and I knew that the softening hose
would be standing back at attention in only a short manner of time.

Bracing myself on the sides, I stood up and stepped out of the tub.  My
unsatisfied yet spent dick, which had been resting on my abs, flopped down
between my legs as I stood up.  It had gotten soft enough to swing between
my legs quite obscenely.  My cock didn't generally get much smaller when it
was soft and now truly looked like the huge limp hose as it dangled
downwards, swinging back and forth like some nasty pendulum.  I shouldn't
have paid very much attention to the thing because, as I was still feeling
rather horny, the dong decided that it was done resting.  It twitched a
little bit and I felt the oh so familiar feeling of blood rushing through
it.

Looking frightened at Jess, I waited for him to tell me what to do next.  I
hadn't had a chance to clean my cock or my abs off.  My hose was covered in
my cum and a very long string of my slime came out of the tip and slowly
dripped all the way down to the floor.  It glistened in the sunlight and
for some reason this was the worst kind of exposure, or so I believed.

"Terry, look at the vile thing hanging down there," Jess laughed at my
dick.

"Is he completely limp?" Terry asked.  He wasn't taking his eyes of my
cock, which had been his pattern over the past day.  As I previously
pointed out, I was a "shower," so to speak, so I had nearly 10 inches of
soft dick hanging straight down.  Although I had a nice ball bag, it didn't
hang nearly so low (thank Heaven).  My cock's head hung a full four inches
lower that my balls.  It often looked like it was resting on the bag,
sticking outwards slightly, but mostly just dangling.

Jess shrugged.  "Pretty much," he said.  "I don't really spend much time
looking at the ugly ass thing.

"Go stand up about two feet from the wall of the house and put your hands
against it," Jess ordered me.

I obeyed, knowing what was about to happen.  My little brother was going to
spank me in front of my even littler brother.  God, how I hated this.  I
took my hands and placed them palm first out and leaned up against the
brick wall.  I felt some tears sting my eyes due to the humiliation that
was about to occur.

"Look at all the cum hanging off his dick," Terry laughed.  "It's more like
toxic sludge hanging from a disgusting old sewage pipe."  Terry looked at
my face.  "Hey, horse dick."

Rather than look up at Terry, I simply replied, "Yes, sir?"

"Wipe some of that sludge off your sewage pipe with your fingers," Terry
orderd.

Taking my hand off the wall, I reached down to the hose hanging and swaying
in the slight breeze.  My head was glistening, all purple and shiny and
moist.  I ran my fingers over the tube and got my fingers covered in my
cum.

"Bring it up to your lips," Terry ordered.

I took my hand and brought it to my lips.  It didn't take a genius to know
what he wanted me to do.  Eating my own cum, though painfully embarrassing,
always turned me on.  While I was still looking at the dangling and limp
hose, I brought my hand right to my lips.  I knew better than to start
licking until I was told.  Instead, I stood there with my left hand still
pressed against the wall.

Still looking down at my dick, it finally began to happen.  The twitching
in my cock became a little more intense and I watched as it went through
the hardening motions that I knew all too well.  There wasn't much
difference in the hard and soft sizes, so rather than lengthen, my cock
swelled fatter at first.  Then, the curves in the hose as it hung down
began to straighten just a little bit.  The firmer it got, the more the
shaft tried to force its way up.

"Watch how he gets hard, Terry," Jess laughed.  "The damn thing wants to
point up, but it's so fucking fat and heavy that it can't make it."

With my cum covered fingers at my lips, I awaited the order to lap up the
sludge from my palm.  Jess and Terry both were more focused on the going on
between my legs.

Jess narrated my stiffening up.  "Look, it's so fucking big it can't even
grow.  It's so funny watching the nasty pipe try to lift itself up.  It
takes forever for blood to try and fill out the fat thing.  You can see it
getting hard and fatter.  It's trying so hard to lift itself off of that
ugly bag."

"It's shaking," Jess laughed.

"It's just struggling to lift itself up," Jess laughed.

"Is that why his dick is curved the wrong way?" Terry asked.

I hated it when people talked about my big one like that.  They were right
though.  Although my cock was close to being straight when it grew, it was
actually mildly bent in the wrong direction.  Well, not wrong, but just not
the way any other dick I have seen is bent.

"It's trying so hard to stand up," Terry asked.  "It's collapsing under its
own weight!"

Jess lightened up.  "I know how to help it out," he told Terry with a
certain slyness in his voice.  "Hey, donkey dong, lap the cum out of your
hand."

I knew that was coming.  I had been holding my cum drenched hand in front
of my lips.  I hated eating my own load, but I was already in way too much
trouble to argue.  Besides, Jess was right, although I hated licking my cum
up, my hose absolutely loved it when I ate its secretion.

Sticking out my tongue, I started to slowly lick the cum off of my fingers.
It had sufficient time to get cold since I had shot it all over myself.  I
felt a rush towards my boner that had an effect which was totally described
by my brother.

"Oh fuck!" Terry laughed.  "Look at that thing go crazy!"

"Yeah, see, I knew that would do it," Jess laughed along with our younger
brother.  "See, it's trying to get up but now it's doing it.  Yes!  It
finally lifted itself off of that ugly bag.  Now watching how horny this
dumbass jock gets.  Watch it rise like a lever!"  He paused.  "Hey, donk,
get some more cum off your abs and keep licking away."

I gathered more cum in my palm, I continued to eat the load I had
previously covered myself in.  My cock was now on its upward swing, raising
in a perfect arc.  Before I knew it, my huge sewage pipe was pointing
straight up, me looking right into the slit on the head.  As I coninued to
lap, the hard cock started to swell faster.

"Oh man!" Terry laughed.  "He's so fucking horny that you can see him
throbbing."  Jess turned to Terry.  "I have an idea, can I do whatever I
want?"

"Of course," was the only reply Jess offered.

Terry walked over to me, leaning against the wall.  He lowered to he knees
and I felt my heart race.  I had no idea what he was thinking about.  That
just made me hornier.

Reaching out, Terry put his hand on my hard on.  The moment he touched it,
a surge of precum erupted from the tip.  Terry then slowly began to pull my
dick back down.  My hose was so rigid that it didn't want to go down,
though.  Terry was not about to give up, though, and he managed to pull my
dick down far enough that it was once against resting on my balls.  He held
it there, watching my squirm under the unbearable pressure in the muscles.
After he had held it down for nearly a minute, precum coming out in droves,
Terry let go of my dick.  With a loud splat, the cock rose up and slapped
hard against my abs.  The precum splattered against my abs and hose and the
wall.  I groaned from the mixture of feelings.

"Terry," Jess said.  "Take off your belt."

My heart jumped when I realized that although my younger brother was about
to spank me, it was not the younger brother that I was used to.  I heard
the zipping noise as Terry whisked his belt out of the loops of his pants.
I couldn't see what was happening.  My eyes were closed but even if they
were open I would only be looking down anyway.

As I waited for the inevitabe spanking to begin, I felt a slap on my ass.
It was Terry, but his hand did not stay on my ass for very long.  He took
his fingers and flicked the head of my extremely hard cock a few times,
causing it to bob and sway in the air.  This was always one of the more
humiliating things he did to me on a regular basis.

"Keep doing that while I spank the dumb jock," Jess ordered, taking the
belt out of Jess's hand.

Terry put his hand back on my hose and once again pulled it down.  I braced
myself and waiting.  The first slap of the belt hit my in the ass and a
split second later, my garbage hose slapped back up against my abs again.
More precum splattered all over the place.  Immediately, Terry took my dick
and once again pulled it all the way down.  This happened over and over for
about 10 slaps and I was almost ready to cry with humiliation.

"God this thing is nasty," Jess said.  "You just shot and it's already
drooling precum all over the place.  I don't want that crap all over the
patio.  Lay down on the concrete and lift your legs over you head."

I got into the familiar position.  It was so much worse being in this
position on the patio as the cement was not nearly as comfortable as the
workout bench or the bed that I was normally spanked on.  I lifted my legs
up in the air, giving my younger brother completely free access to my ass.

"Pull your ugly ball bag out of the way if you don't want to experience the
worse pain of your life," Jess ordered.  I reached my hand over and grabbed
my balls, pulling them up and out of the way.  My hose was pointing
straight at my face and I let my balls rest comfortably on it.

To my complete surprise, Jess handed the belt over to Terry.  "Go ahead,
little brother," Jess said.  "You've been touching that sewage pipe, so you
should punish him for that."

Terry took the belt as I blushed red again.  To any outsider, I must have
looked so pathetic like that.  I was exposing my ass, lying on my back with
my legs over my head.  That was worse than being spanked.

"Have fun," Jess instructed.

Terry immediately started whipping my ass with the belt.  He really wasn't
exceptionally strong, so it really didn't hurt nearly as bad as it did when
Terry did it.  However, the humiliation was much worse.  Over the past few
years, Jess had taken a role as an older brother in a way, but he was also
only a year younger than me.  Terry was three years younger and he already
had more status among us than I could ever hope to have again.  Each slap
of the belt hit the base of the dildo in my ass and sent a shiver of
electricity throughout my body.

"He's losing some altitude," Terry observed as he spanked me.

"Pull on your garbage hose," Jess instructed.  "I don't want that nasty
thing to get soft."

I obeyed.  It didn't help to ease the pain at all, but it did feel somewhat
good to be able to get some good feelings out of all of this.  I continued
to pull on my dick as the belt hit me and every time the belt hit me, I
felt my hose throbbing, obviously getting some rush off of what was going
on.  I wanted to close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else, but that
wasnt about to happen.  Jess liked me to be watching what was going on.

"I'm tired of this," Jess said.  He turned over to Terry, "Pull your
worthless brother up by his garbage hose."

Terry roughly grabbed my dick and squeezed hard.  Painfully, he pulled on
it and forced me up on my feet.  Once I was up, he did not ease up on his
grip at all.  My dick was still super slippery and his hand slid all over
my hose.

"Oh shit," Jess said, "I'm late to go see Chris."  He looked over at Terry.
"You think you can handle this moronic jock while I am gone?"

"Sure," Terry replied.  As Jess looked away for a moment, Terry slid his
hand up and down my dong, causing me to visibly shudder.  He quite right
wen Jess looked back.  "I'll make sure he behaves himself."  He took his
other and and flicked my balls with them, causing me to wince in pain.
"Otherwise, I'll have to hit his balls a bit harder."

Jess nodded and left.

I looked at my brother and he knew exactly what was on my mind.  I wanted
to know exactly why he had made me cum and then acted like he hadn't.

Shocking me, Terry reached out and grabbed my hard dick.  He stroked it a
few times, causing me to jerk with the unexpected pleasure.

"Don't be more of an idiot than you already are," Terry told me.  "If he
thought I wanted you to cum, then I wouldn't be allowed to torment you."
He stroked a few more times.  Then, gripping my hose tightly, Terry led me
into the house.

Once inside the house, Terry led me into his bedroom.  It was hard walking
and holding the vibrator inside of me.  I had to basically waddle into the
house, holding my cheeks together and Terry pulled on my shaft, in both
senses of the word.  Letting go of my shaft, he told me: "Go ahead and lay
down on your bed."

I did as told.

"Spread your legs," Terry commanded and I once again obeyed.  My cock stood
straight up in the air, pointing towards the ceiling and making more of the
sludge.

Terry got between my legs and watched as my garden hose bobbed back and
forth.  Then, taking his fingers, he reached out and flicked my balls
again.

I winced in pain, but my dick throbbed right away.

"I figured you'd like that," he smirked.  He took his fingers and flicked
my balls over and over again.  Each time, he flicked it harder.  Each time
I winced in pain, and each time my hard on did not wilt a single bit.  I
lay on the bed, looking between my legs as my younger brother continuously
flicked and hit my balls.

After a bit, Terry grabbed my balls and squeezed them rather hard.

"Ouch, Terry!" I protested.

He smiled back at me.  He ran his hand up and down my shaft.

"I've heard people ask how big is too big," he chuckled.  "Your sewage pipe
here answers the question."  He waited for a moment.  "I guess I should
show you what a big cock should look like."

Terry reached down and unbuttoned the first button on his jeans.  He the
pulled down his zipper.  My heart raced as I saw the blue underwear
revealed.  He reached out and stroked my cock and he then reached out and
grabbed the dildo and began slowly pulling it out.

"It's definitely better than this."


Note: I want to apologize for the lack of updates for this story in over a
month.  I had a very minor issue that has kept me from writing much.
Suffice to say, I've never lost interest in telling this story and promise
not to make such a long wait before the next update.

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