Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2006 20:42:55 -0400
From: J. Kingsgrave <metonym@gmail.com>
Subject: First Brother, Chapter 1

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"I have pledged my life to The Brotherhood. I have betrayed that pledge. I
should be killed."

But that's not what happened. Well, not yet. But before I can get into
that, I should finish this guy off before he realizes I'm not enjoying
fucking him as much as he thinks I am. I love it doggy style. It means I
don't have to watch him make those ridiculous faces. And, better yet, I can
pretend he's someone I'd actually want to be fucking. Like myself, for
instance. Wouldn't that be something? At least he has a nice ass. I could
eat an ass like that for hours. In fact, I just did. He's trying to push
himself up into a kneeling position and I let him. The sooner he cums the
better. He lets his head fall back and kisses me. I bite his bottom lip and
pull on it. He moans and jerks his cock like mad and I know it won't be
long now. I wrap one arm around his throat and the other hand around his
cock after slapping his hands away. I bite his ear and let him have it. I'm
glad I've got a good hold on him or he might just bounce his way right off
my cock and three feet into the air. He cums. I push him down onto his
belly and face, right in the wet spot. I lay on top of him with my full
weight pressing him down into the bed and kiss his neck as I slowly hump
his mound of beautiful ass. His eyes are rolling around in his head. He's
loving it. And why shouldn't he? I push myself up, using my hands on his
shoulders and my toes digging into the bed as support, and do cock
pushups. Up and down, in and out. I only wish I had a camera. "I hate this
bit."

"Ohhhhhh. Wait... What did you say?"

"Take it, bitch." I pull completely out and slam it back in again.

"Oh god, yeah. I want it hard and nasty."

"Oh fuck. Oh. Ohhhh." He tenses up as I pull out. If I were really about to
cum, I'd have really enjoyed that. "Here it cums, baby. Don't turn
around. I want to shoot on your ass. Get ready. Ohhh. Oh yeah." It's
exhausting. It's hillarious in the most tragic and ironic of ways. Women
think they're so clever faking their orgasms. They have no idea they're not
the only ones. You'd never know the difference, either. Think I'm wrong?
Just watch. "Oh shit, yes. OHhhhh." I jerk like mad with my right hand
which feels unnatural but I deal with it. I force myself to convulse and
use my left hand to regain my balance. I grunt, I moan, I whimper. It's
pathetic how realistic this is to the real deal. I smear my right hand on
his ass and then spank it. "That was a nice load." I play with my dick
which is already going limp, slapping it around on his ass. He reaches back
and wipes some of his own load of his ass and sucks it off his finger.

"Mmmmmm. You taste so good."

"I try." I lean back and reach on to the floor for my pants. "I need a
smoke. You want one?" He rolls over on to his back, nods, and smiles. I
light two up and hand him one. I prop myself up on my elbows and blow rings
at the ceiling.

"You know, I've always wanted you." He drags the ashtray to the end of the
nightstand and flicks his ash into it. "Ever since you came to us I've
wanted you in my bed. Did you know that?" I shake my head. I'm a liar. I
did. I knew. I'm just sorry it had to happen to me. I nod toward the
ashtray. "This doesn't change anything, you know. It helps a bit, but it
doesn't change anything." He sets it between us. We both flick our
ashes. "Oh wow, that was some fuck. It's a shame, really." I casually
glance at the door. Beyond it, there are two expertly trained, highly armed
gaurds. I could take them both if I wanted, but this is much more
dangerous. Laying here in this bed after fucking this man and staying
around afterward is the most dangerous thing I've ever done. But not doing
so means the end of everything that matters to me. "What are we going to do
with you? You've been a bad, bad boy." I have. It's true, but it's more
than that. I haven't just been bad, I've been the worst. Still am. "Any
ideas?"

"Whatever pleases you. You could have every active member run a chain on me
or make me the center of the most elaborate circle jerk of all time." I
reach over and lightly caress his thigh. I wipe off some of the remaining
cum and suck it from my fingers. "My fate is your hands." Me smiles at
that. I smile back.

"What a waste of talent that would be. I think..." He sits up suddenly. "I
think we might be able to keep you around." That's exactly what I want to
hear. I sit up and look deeply into his eyes. I give him that 'come hither
and suck me' look. "Yes, perhaps there's some way for you to redeem
yourself. Would you like that?" I nod. More than anything, yes, I would
like that. "Besides, I'd hate for our first time together to be our
last. Because, if I gave you this second chance, you would be deeply
indebted to me."

"I understand."

Twenty minutes later I'm at home in the shower. I let the water roll off my
body and wash it clean again. I forget about that wanker and our deal and
everything. I just focus on my body and the need to cum. I lean against the
wall and tease my nips. I pinch and pull on them. I grit my teeth and work
them raw. I pet my savage mane of chest hair and trace my pleasure trail
down to the wet bush around my cock with my left hand and keep rubbing my
chest and nips with my right. I grab my balls and pull them and let my cock
flap around. The water rolls right off my closely shaved head and I drink
it and spit it out. I grip my cock firmly and smack it against my thigh. I
could fuck a hole into solid concrete with my cock as hard as it is. I
squeeze the head and stroke it lightly. I turn around and lean into the
wall with my face. I use both hands to work my ass. I squeeze and rub my
cheeks. The water runs down my back and into my crack. I tease my hole,
running my fingers over and around the lip of it and the small bit of hair
there. I work in a finger and then two. I could do this all day but I need
to cum. I really, really, really need to cum. I forget about my hole and
turn back around. I watch myself in the full length mirror in the corner as
I stroke myself. I love the way my body looks when it's wet. Like gleaming
armor, tan and indestructable, with all my hair matted down and accenting
everything so perfectly. I watch myself and jerk. I cup my balls and pull
on them and stroke my cock. Somewhere a phone rings. I ignore it and pound
my fist against my pelvis. I want to fuck myself. I want to cum in my own
ass. I want to... I lose control and I pump my load into the open air with
a grunt. My knees go weak and I drop down onto the floor of the shower. I
let the water fall onto me and I close my eyes.

When I step from the bathroom in a towel, I am greeted by a knock at the
door. Instinctly, I already know that there are no less than three men on
the other side. I grip the edge of the towel that serves as my waistband
and march defiantly toward the door. I take a moment to gaze through the
peephole, confriming what I had guessed, before turning the lock and
pulling the door wide open. The three men all look down at the towel and I
whip it off. The whites of their eyes devour the pupils and before they can
do anything but drop their jaws and gape at my wet naked body and swinging
jock, I wind the towel up into a whip and throw it over the head of the man
in the middle. I pull it tight around his neck and double my hands over to
make a knot in the front choking him. The other two are taken off guard and
step back as they watch me pull him into the apartment and kick the door
closed. I lock the deadbolt with my toes and spin my hostage around and
pull him into my naked body.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" We both watch as the door begins
to pound with the weight of the other men trying to knock it down by using
themselves as human battering rams. Suddenly I realise that their are hands
on my ass. Either out of fear or excitement he has gripped my ass and is
squeezing the holy hell out of it. I can't help but get a hardon. It
presses against the ass of his tailored slacks. "You don't have much
time. If they make it through before you get a chance to talk to
me... Well."

"I'm your contact. I'm your damn contact."

"Confirm. Quickly."

"Echo-Hotel-4873" I release him. He turns around rubbing his throat and
smiling at me. "I like it rough. Maybe we can explore that a little
later. Looks like you'd enjoy it." He's looking right at my cock as he says
it and licks his lips. The door caves in behind him and the other two men
rejoin him. They look from me to my raging hardon to him. "It's fine. Just
a little grab ass to get the juices flowing. It's going to be a pleasure
working with you, First Brother."

"I no longer hold that title. I no longer have a name. But you already knew
that."

"Well, of course, but it is a pleasure and despite the circumstance I must
still respect you. You're a legend amoung the brothers."

"Let's get this over with. You're wasting time kissing my ass. And you owe
me a new door."

[...to be continued]