Date: Sat, 9 May 2015 11:06:34 +0000 From: Chuck Hale Subject: My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt.2 My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt.2 Re-capping the last several paragraphs of the last chapter: I felt another inch of my pride drop to the floor, as I continued playing this wicked kinky game with my evil stepbrothers. "Please Gunther... may I kiss your dick-head one more time... please" Shaking his head no, brought further humiliation to an already extremely humiliating situation. "You're getting closer... but first let's get my title in there... if I am going to allow you to do improper things to parts of my body... I think it's only fair that you refer to me as MASTER Gunther... don't you? I mean after all... you are the one that seems to be receiving all the pleasure... I'm not getting anything out of this... so humor me... by calling me master! Oh, and one more thing... since I am allowing you to kiss my cock-head... I must insist that you do it properly... give it some tongue... when you kiss it" Hearing himself talk down this way, to another dude two years older than himself, must have been a major turn-on, cause I couldn't help but notice, that his already impressive love muscle... had just grown even larger, even a tad thicker, and a whole bunch of tads harder. Pondering Gunthers words, I figured... oh what the hell, I can't fight them... they are both way too strong, and if there is any way I can prevent them from sending photos to all the people on my cell phone list... then I obviously need to do whatever it takes, to keep them from doing that. "Please Master Gunther... may I please kiss your dick-head one more time... I promise Master Gunther to give it a proper kiss this time" Though the words made ME ill, they seemed to hit the right note with both brothers. For I had up till now, not seen them laugh so hard... for so long. "did you get all of that on video before shutting it down, bro? This is going to be far better than either of us could have hoped for... don't you think" My Younger Alpha Step Brothers pt. 2 Lukas was quick if not a little eager, to respond to his brothers question. "Of course I have it all... right up to him begging you... to allow him to give your cock-head one more kiss... this is awesome bro... way the hell awesome. I do believe we have ourselves a brand new bitch to play with... and best of all... this one lives just down the hall from us... I mean, how frigging convenient is that, bro " I couldn't believe my ears, these fucking monsters having this conversation right above my head, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. There was absolutely no way I could stop either one of these assholes from talking trash about me, either one of them is way stronger than me, never mind the two of them together. All I could do was to kneel there and listen as Gunther spoke next, as though I wasn't even there, right there on the floor, with his huge cock-head pointing at my lips. "imagine bro, having a bitch/slave living under the same roof as us... a plaything at our disposal literally 24/7... don't look like you and I are ever gonna sleep again, bro" More hysterical laughter, and then, without the camera or video on record, there was a lot more verbal abuse, from Gunther. "OK, you little fag... here is where you start obeying our every command... here is where you become part slave boy and part bitch boy... and you will remain so... for as long as my brother and I want... from here on in, if either one of us gives you an order, you say `yes master' and proceed to do whatever it is we order... do you understand? And if you refuse... one of two things will happen, either you will get a beating... or your photos and this video, will go viral. Got it? Now kiss it... and don't forget the tongue, BITCH" I felt so fucking trapped, with no way out. Of course I was concerned with any one of my contacts getting a glimpse of this video or any of the indecent photos, but my main concern was that of my best friend Jayden. Jayden is not only my best bud, he was also the captain of my wrestling team, we were teammates for all three years I wrestled for my school, I know him so damn well, and therefore I know that he has a thing against gays in general. He has so often totally destroyed an opponent simply because the kid accidently touched Jaydens groin area, causing my bud to go haywire on the kid, and I had witnessed this not once, but many times over the three years, even our coach had reprimanded my bud countless times for using excessive force. But Jayden didn't care, no one was ever going to touch him and get away with it. He had often freaked out while we were at the mall, if another dude even so much as looked at him wrong. I say often, because it happened often, way too often. Jayden is what the chicks at school refer to as `Gods gift to women' or the `hottest boy in school' he is not only that good looking, but at seventeen, he has the body of a Greek statute, and is one of our schools top athletes. How did I become best friends with such a popular jock you ask? I seriously don't understand it myself, it just happened over a period of time, from knowing each other since we first started school, at the age of five. So I just know for a fact, that with his hatred for gays, along with his macho attitude, seeing photos or a video of me in such gay acts, well, that would be the end of our friendship. I would consider myself lucky if he ONLY disowned me as a friend and left it at that, but my knowledge of him, tells me otherwise, he'd frigging kill me or at least attempt to by beating me to a pulp. Like I said earlier, I happen to know this gay kid at school, I mentioned that we were friends, but we weren't really friends, just someone in several of my classes, but because I never abused him, he considers me a friend. My point is, Jayden would never even speak to this kid, and I had to keep Jayden from attacking this kid many times, for no real reason at all, Jayden just hates gays. Of course there are others on my contact list that with seeing such photos or a video of me in that situation, would truly concern me, like family members, damn, how embarrassing, just the thought alone sent shivers down my back. Also, a few friends, one of whom will be attending the same college as me in the fall. So to say that I was literally trapped, would be an understatement. I had no other option than to go along with their cruel plan to use me however they wish, and to pray that this whole ordeal is a phase that they are simply going through, and would soon pass. With Lukas once again getting it all on video, Gunther played along as though I was the older gay stepbrother, trying desperately to seduce him and his bro. I knew the reason for playing this game was to gather enough evidence to keep me trapped for as long as they wanted. I also knew that pleading, or begging them was not about to halt their intentions even a little, and obviously by now, I knew very well, that me using force was totally out of the question, having somewhat of a passive personality, I figured living my life as a slave for a few weeks, was far better than laying cooped up in a hospital bed for a few months. So, like a good slave boy, I pressed my lips against Gunthers rather large cock-head , and proceeded to kiss it, and after several seconds of kissing, I stuck out my tongue and began licking the mushroom shaped head, running my tongue over the piss slit several times, while closing my eyes and pretending that I was licking anything BUT. The thing is, I was expecting the taste to be totally disgusting, and although the piss slit tasted a little salty, it really wasn't disgusting. Of course this act of submissiveness brought gleeful cheers from both brothers, cementing my fate as their piece of property, their newest toy, their live in slave, their fucking BITCH. Even though it was Gunther receiving the pleasure, it was Lukas that showed the most excitement. "YESSSSS... you did it bro... you frigging broke the little fag, and I truly believe you did so in record time... this is soooo fucking awesome bro" "whooaa... there tiger, it wasn't just me, you played a major roll in breaking him yourself... so you get as much credit as I do, bro... and unlike our friends back home, this bitch belongs to both of us, equally" That my friends is where this story truly begins. I don't have any idea what I was expecting a cock to taste like, but I was surprised that it didn't taste foul, or raunchy, or totally disgusting. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that it tasted awesome, I mean... well I guess what I'm trying to say is... It didn't taste like anything. It was kind of blah. This is not to say that I was ok with what I was doing, cause I wasn't. After licking the head of Gunthers shaft for a few moments, he went and made the situation a whole lot worse, by tightening the grip on the back of my head, and forced about an inch or so between my lips. "oooh yeeaah... you're doing good, but I need you to SUCK on the head a little" I immediately tried pulling away, but of course that wasn't going to happen, and I guess I sort of knew that, but I continued struggling anyway. Up to this point Gunther had only one hand resting on the back of my head to hold me in place, but as I began putting up a fight, he immediately added his other hand to the back of my head. Then he quickly grabbed himself two fistfuls of my long blond hair, and just as quickly, he painfully tightened his grip on my head. "oooh no you don't... you're not going anywhere, but don't worry... you don't get to BLOW ME just yet... you still haven't earned the right... but I will say this, you're getting closer... what we are doing right now, is just a tryout, to see if you're going to be any good at it when I AM ready... so for now, just suck on the head a little, then use your tongue again and lick the length of my dick, do a good job... and don't make me pull this fucking hair outta your head" Standing beside us was Lukas, and he allowed his excitement to show once again, followed quickly by his disappointment that he still wasn't allowed in on the fun. "Holy crap, bro... this is way fucking hot, he's literally sucking your cock... and I'm getting it all on video. Oh yeah, don't worry... I'll send this vid to my computer and edit out the part where he's struggling, so that it still appears as though he's doing this totally on his own. But, what about me? I want in on this too, and I'm getting tired of waiting" Gunther assured his brother that his turn was coming up very shortly. "Don't worry bro, just about done here... give me a couple minutes, then he's all yours for as long as you want, I promise" The thing is, those couple of minutes dragged on for what seemed like forever, Gunther wasn't about to let go of my hair, till he was satisfied with the job I was doing. With his dick now at full mast, the cock-head seemed even bigger than before, if that is at all possible. As my tongue tried desperately to lap around the entire head, Gunther humped himself another inch or more inside my mouth. Then he warned me to be more careful while his pride and joy was inside my scull. "Hey fag, I know this maybe your first time with such a big cock, but if you scrape it with your teeth one more time? I'm gonna knock them out for ya... I'm dead serious dude... so consider yourself warned... besides, we would both benefit from me doing that... I would have easier access to your throat, and you wouldn't have to work so hard taking it all in... another thing is... I'd be doing you a huge favor, cause my brother isn't nearly as patient as I am, and I've seen him pulverize dudes for scraping his cock with their teeth" Of course I was more careful not to touch his dick with my teeth from that moment on, but the task wasn't an easy one, what with the length and the thickness of his monster dick, and my lips literally stretched to the max, it was extremely difficult keeping my teeth out of the way. After giving me the warning about my teeth, Gunther gave his sexy hips a little thrust, forcing another two or three inches inside my scull. This excited Lukas more so than his older brother. "Holy shit bro, you almost have half your cock inside his mouth, another four or five inches, and he'll be sucking on your pubes. Remember bro... when I made Stevie suck my curlies clean, after he spilt some of my cum in them... the fucking fag choked up a dozen of my pube hairs before he finished the job" The two demons had a good chuckle over that one, which sort of reinforced my theory, that the younger brother was probably a bit more of a force to be reckoned with, only because he is trying so hard to out perform his older brother, in just about everything they do, not to mention the fact that he is always trying to impress his overly Alpha father. The very thought of Lukas being more dominate than his older bro, obviously scared the hell out of me. After already hearing how the two demons tortured some of their bitches, and even their friends in the past, with having them sucking on used jock-straps and pissing inside another dudes mouth, the very thought sent chills down my back. However, I had more important issues to be concerned about at the moment. With my lips being stretched to the max, and my mouth slowly being filled inch by inch with rock hard dick, I was being choked long before I even had Gunthers entire thick shaft inside my mouth. Being new to this, I didn't know enough about breathing techniques or breathing ONLY through my nose, still thinking that I needed my mouth in order to breath freely, I began to panic. I felt my eyes widen, my heartbeat quicken, and with my mouth so full, I began gagging, and pounding on Gunthers outside thighs with my fists. Yet I was fully aware once I began punching his thighs of steel , that by doing so, wasn't going to faze him in the slightest. "Be careful pussy... you may damage your hand" Another fit of laughter from both brothers, as I continued to struggle just to breathe, without a care in the world from the two demons. There was even a moment when I thought he literally was trying to kill me with his cock. Ok, laugh if you want, but it wasn't funny at the time. To make matters worse, Gunther gave his hips another quick thrust, while still gripping my hair tightly with his fists. "damn, dude... You sure are a fucking pansy... most of the people that's blown me can take more than what you've got in your mouth, and you don't even have it all yet. You're really going to be fighting when you have my whole cock stuffed in your frigging throat... tell him, bro" At that point Lukas grabbed my left arm, I thought he did so to keep me from punching his brothers leg so hard. I was wrong, he took my hand and placed the palm of it right on the crotch of his sexy speedo, then ran my hand up and down the length of his own hard-on. "Feel that, faggot? This is what you have to look forward too, once my bro is done with you... and I am even a bit bigger than him... so yeah, you're gonna need all the practice you can get, so you may as well get it now... and if you punch my legs, the way you are pounding on my brothers... I won't hesitate to wrap my powerful pythons around your head... and squash it like a bug" Gunther was quick to stand up for his manhood. "Who says you are a bit bigger than me... we're about the same size" Lukas, however wasn't going to allow his bro to win this battle. "That's a lie... remember when we had that kid from your class... what his name, measure both our cocks? I came out a half an inch bigger and a bit thicker too" "a half an inch, bro? that's nothing... we're the same size" "maybe nothing to you... cause you're the one that's smaller" It appears that Lukas won that battle, because the subject was quickly dropped. So with my mouth working overtime to accommodate Gunthers over sized weapon, and the palm of my left hand feeling up another more than adequate size dick, I was totally feeling the part of somebodies bitch. I felt this lump forming inside my throat, and I so did not want to start sobbing, wrong place, wrong time, I tried to convince myself. As I envisioned my future... kneeling from one bed to the other time and time again, for quite some time to come. I knew right away of course when Gunther tightened his grip on my hair even more so, that what ever part of his cock was remaining on the outside , was soon to be on the inside. It figured, just as I was somewhat adjusting to what was already inside my mouth, I would have to learn to readjust all over again. Up to this moment, my gagging had eased up somewhat, and I was breathing through my nose much better, but that was going to end real soon. I braced myself, for the worse, but how was I to know that no amount of preparation could ease the horror I was about to feel. Gunther gave his hips one last thrust, and sent his trophy cock all the way home. My throat now plugged solid, my tongue ceased it's licking and attached itself to the powerful slab of muscle above it. My breathing literally came to a stop for a moment or so with my nose now buried in his patch of blond curlies. Tears were streaming down my face, not because I was crying, but from the brute force of the nine inch thick cock embedded in my scull. I felt my eyes roll up into my head for a second or two, and my choking was now non stop. I seriously thought my life was at an end. The worse part of this ordeal was that both dudes were now laughing their asses off over my predicament, and no matter how much I begged with my eyes, Gunther showed no signs of pulling out. "awe... what seems to be the matter, queer-boy? Are those tears of joy?... You happy because you now have the opportunity to suck two of the biggest cocks around? AWE... look at the bitch... he's trying to speak to us through his eyes, how fucking pitiful... don't you agree bro" When I closed my eyes, to keep from looking at the two monsters laughing down at me, and just when I thought I might literally pass out, Gunther withdrew his cock completely, but as I struggled to breathe, and continued to gag, he used his love muscle to slap me in the face over and over again. "better get used to this, you fucking pussy... cause this was nothing compared to what is gonna happen when you are actually blowing me... no frigging way am I gonna stop in the middle of fucking your scull, so that you can catch your breath... just saying... ok bro, he's all yours, I'm going to the shower... oooh wait, one more thing before I go... kiss my ass... to show me how much you loved having my superior cock inside your scull" Still gagging profoundly, and clutching my throat with both hands, I tried pleading with Gunther to just leave me alone for a moment, but the words were slow to form. "Please Gunther... can I just have a moment, please? I just need" Before I could finish my sentence, Gunther hauled off and gave me a power slap that sent me tumbling backwards. Now laying on the floor in a fetal position, Gunther once again used his bare feet to roll me over onto my back, then straddled my head and sat on my face, still wearing his tight nylon speedo, he lifted his butt, looked over his shoulder and yelled at me. "FIRST OFF, I AM NOT GUNTHER... I AM MASTER GUNTHER... AND AS SUCH... WHEN ONE OF US GIVES YOU AN ORDER... YOU BETTER FUCKING DO AS YOU'RE TOLD... AND DO SO WITHOUT ARGUMENT... NOW KISS MY ASS... and show me how happy you are to have me and my bro as your new MASTERS, because from this day on... you ARE our frigging SLAVE" Once again I was being told to kiss another dudes butt, and as humiliating as it is, I guess I should be grateful that the butt I was expected to kiss, is covered in a tight skin hugging speedo. Of course I did as I was told, if for no other reason, then to just get past all this damn humiliation. So attaching my lips to the tight fitting nylon, I began kissing yet another butt. However, if I thought for even a second that the two bastards were now going to spare me from further humiliation, I would have been sadly mistaken. I guess that if I had a choice of either being slapped around by Gunther for several more hours, or left alone with Lukas for just a few moments, I would have chosen being beat up by Gunther, but of course I didn't know just how much of a demon the younger of the two brothers could be, not till it was too late. With a treacherous smile on his face, Lukas stood over me, still clad in his skin tight, sexy as hell speedo, and his baseball size basket, just an inch away from my face. "Finally... we're alone, and I have you all to myself... to start with, show me what a good little bitch you're going to be for me... lick the front of my speedos all over... and keep doing so till I give you permission to stop... oooh, and a few little words of advice... don't even THINK of disobeying me, because I so wanna beat you up... and I don't mean with a few slaps... I wanna feel my fists pounding on you... especially since there is no one here to stop me from doing so... yeeeah... just give me one good reason to pulverize you... disobey me... just once" Of course, by now, I had learned not to be disobedient to either of my new stepbrothers. Let's face it, I was now fully aware as to who was in charge here, and it certainly wasn't me. I looked up at my fifteen year old hunk of a stepbrother, and assured him of me intentions. "Please master Lukas... I now know my place... I will do whatever you want... no need to get violent... I will be your bitch... or your slave... or whatever it is you want me to be... I'm no challenge against your strength, or your superiority... and I certainly don't want to be beat-up by you" Not surprisingly, the look on Lukas's face was one of disappointment, he so wanted to show me what a powerful little body he had for a fifteen year old. Little did he know, I was already fully aware of that. Never in my seventeen years did I ever fear a kid two years younger than me, not till now... that is. Looking down at me, while flexing his guns, or should I say torpedoes, Lukas confirmed his disappointment. "that's too bad... before getting a healthy taste of my cock, I soooo wanted you to get a good taste of these... But I guess we have lots and lots of time ahead of us, and I have a good feeling that you will fuck-up a whole bunch of times... good thing father taught us to be patient, huh? All good things will come to us in time... he would say over and over again. Now get to work BITCH... and when you're done worshiping the outside of my crotch... I want you to remove my speedo for me... turn it inside out... then worship the inside of it, where my cock and balls have been resting for the past few hours" Planting the palms of my hands on the outside of his well developed thighs, I first noticed how hard they were for someone not even flexing them. I then noticed how much harder they became, once he did flex those muscles. This brought a chuckle from him. "You like the feel of those legs? Do you have any doubt now... that they could easily squash your head like a bug? Maybe when you are done with your daily practice of learning to take my whole nine and a half inch cock down your throat... without choking, I'll let you feel what it would be like to have your head helplessly TRAPPED between them... but for now... start licking" With my face pressed against the tight Lycra covered groin of my bastard of a stepbrother, I couldn't help but wonder if resting on my knees like this, would become a normal position for me to be in. Then, just the very thought alone of licking the inside pouch of Lukas's tight speedo, nearly made me barf, as I imagined all the different fluid stains I would be lapping up. As my tongue worked it's way up, down, and across the soft leather like texture of the ample size basket, my mind drifted to our schools locker room. There, my ears picked up all the banter being shared by the jocks. As a couple of the alpha jocks tried desperately to persuade some of the weaker dudes into becoming a bitch, just so the jocks could get some release more frequently. Jayden and I would have many arguments over such banter, with me defending the weaker ones, and of course Jayden defending his jock friends. I was always able to win the arguments by simply reminding Jayden how he himself is so totally against gays, and asking him how he could defend such acts when he himself would never dream of trying to land himself a bitch. I was quickly returned to the present when Lukas grabbed a fistful of my hair and insisted it was time. "OK, faggot... remove my swimwear for me... slowly" placing my fingers inside the waist-strap proved to be the most difficult part of the ordeal. Cause this speedo was like painted on him, it was that tight. I was also afraid of scratching his skin with my finger nails, so I was being extra careful. Besides he did say go slow, right? Once I had his sexy speedo off him, and was kneeling there holding it in my hand, it felt so warm. After clinging to his hot body for so long, I suppose. However, it wasn't the sexy speedo that had my attention at that moment. I was now eye to eye, with another very impressive size cock, it looked almost identical to the one that was in my mouth a few moments ago, but I believe Lukas is right, it did look a tad bigger. With it practically touching the tip of my nose, I felt as though I had gone cross eyed. Lukas was quick with his demands. "Uh uh... you don't get to taste my cock till you have earned the right... now that you have turned my swimwear inside out... first put the pouch to your nose and sniff it... DO IT" I was pissed that Lukas felt I wanted to taste his pride and joy, so I quickly pulled my head backwards, away from the one eyed monster. I then placed the warm leather like garment to my nose and began sniffing. I immediately focused on a couple of his pubes, attached to the pouch just above my nose. I needed to somehow shake them free before being made to lick the inside pouch. Once again I was somewhat surprised by the body odor stemming from the speedo, I expected the odor to be foul, yet it wasn't... I mean don't get me wrong, there most definitely was an odor, but it wasn't sickening. It actually had sort of a sweet smell to it. "Now lick it... taste where my cock and balls have rested for the past several hours... taste the dried up pre-cum... the dried up piss dribbles... and my dried up ball sweat... yeeeaaah, get a good taste... and keep licking till I tell you to stop" Once again I nearly barfed at that very thought of lapping up some dudes pre-cum, along with his piss drops not to mention licking up his dried ball sweat. As I again thought to myself... how the hell did I reach this point. I won't say that I actually got sick while inhaling or licking the inside pouch of Lukas's speedo, but the taste wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected it to be, so therefore it didn't gross me out as much as I thought it would. Once Lukas was satisfied that I had cleaned the inside pouch sufficiently, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped me in the face with his nine and a half inch dick several times. "So tell me, fag boy... did you like the taste of my speedo... maybe later I will stuff it inside your mouth and let you suck on it for a while... you know, just to make sure it is thoroughly clean. But right now, I have something bigger to stuff inside your mouth... but first... you must kiss it a few times... just to show it some respect, go ahead, faggot... KISS IT, and after you have kissed it a few times... I want you to lick the head all over" This was the moment I had dreaded, after being nearly choked to death by Gunther, burying his entire dick inside my head, how was I supposed to take all of Lukas's dick inside my mouth? Especially since it is a bit bigger all the way around. The thought alone frightened me. I kissed the huge mushroom shaped cock-head several times, then I proceeded to lick it. Unfortunately for me, before I actually began licking, Lukas was leaking some pre-cum. At first I hesitated to press my tongue against the oozing cock-head, and the fact that Lukas was giggling made it that much harder for me to do. "What's your problem, fag? Haven't you ever seen pre-cum before? LICK IT" Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure that Gunther had some pre-cum on his cock-head as well, but since HIS cock was buried in my throat, I never got to actually see it, and since it mixed in with my saliva, I never really got a true taste of it either. So with that said, this was a totally different scenario , I could actually see the pre-cum as it oozed out of Luckas's cock-head. "See, man... I knew you would fuck-up and give me a reason to punch your fucking fag face in... but since we promised father that no matter how badly we beat on you... we wouldn't leave bruises on your face, I will give you to the count of three before I start pounding... how's that" Not wanting a black eye, and or a broken nose, I forced myself to stick out my tongue and start licking, I figured if I got it all in one full swoop, and swallowed quickly, it wouldn't be nearly as bad, and actually, it wasn't. Lukas, now laughing his ass off, wanted some info. "Sooo... how'd it taste... did you like it.. someone would have to beat me half to death before they would get me to suck up their pre-jizz, but not you faggots... you love cock so much... you'd do anything for it... RIGHT" With me still grimacing and with a sick look on my face, not because it tasted so horrible, but because... well... just because, I tried giving Lukas my answer. "first off... I'm not a faggot, but to answer your question, it didn't really taste as bad as I thought it would, actually, I hardly tasted anything, it's just the idea of doing it... that is sick" This seemed to piss Lukas off a little. "well... let's see how you like the taste of this, FAGGOT. Trust me... you are a fucking faggot... now open up wide... and say aahhh" Even before Lukas inserted the head of his cock between my lips. I knew I was in trouble. Even before I had the chance to open up wide, I knew this was going to be bad. Even before the first four or five inches reached the back of my mouth, I began to panic. Even before the first inch passed by my tonsils, I began pummeling Lukas's thighs with my fists. "I warned you what I would do to you if you thrashed my legs like you did to Gunthers, right? I sure hope you don't think even for a moment, that your wimpy punches are having any affect on my strong legs... but remind me later tonight... to let you see what a real punch feels like when it's connected to your leg" Probably the only thing that saved me from passing out, is the fact that I had already been here not that long ago. I had already learned that I needed to concentrate on breathing through my nose. I had already learned that there was absolutely nothing I could do, to stop this brutal invasion of my scull. What I had not learned, was how to control the fear, of being choked to death. I can assure you of this though, it totally sucks (no pun intended) when you can't use your voice to beg, to plead, or to promise the person choking you, the world and everything in it, if only they would pull out, and allow you to breathe again. I had no reason to believe that Lukas would listen to any of my pleas, or even my plea bargaining, but not being allowed to even try was a horrible feeling. I couldn't help but wonder how the hell the gays do this so often, without passing out, without dying. With each inch Lukas drove into my head, he would let out a little moan, with each thrust of his strong hips, he would yell. "TAKE IT...TAKE IT...TAKE IT" Once again I knew a few seconds in advance that I would be receiving his full nine and a half inches. One final thrust, and my nose became literally buried in his pubes. As I struggled with every muscle in my body, trying desperately to push this wicked strong fifteen year old away from me, Lukas tightened his grip on my hair, and held me in place without any effort at all on his part. "oooohhh yeeaahh... you have it all, you fucking fag... do you believe me now, when I tell you I am bigger than my brother? YEEAAHH... CHOKE... you fuck... how do you like my dick now, bitch? I should leave it right where it is for a few minutes... but I don't want you passing out on me... not before I literally fuck your brains right out of your head... yeah, you fucking pussy... this is where the fun begins... and it don't stop till I fill your mouth until it's over flowing with my CUM" To be honest, I hadn't even considered up till now, that the brothers might leave their cocks in my mouth till they cum, never gave it a thought. I mean this whole idea of me giving them blow-jobs still hasn't even registered within my mind yet, why would I think beyond that. However, now that Lukas has brought it up, it gives me all the more reason to be worried. There was no warning before Lukas began pumping his rock hard shaft in and out of my mouth. He began literally thrusting his pride and joy in my mouth slowly, at first, then a bit faster. Then again without warning, he began literally fucking my mouth without mercy. No consideration whatsoever as to whether he was hurting me any. It was kinda like my mouth to him was just a worn out cunt, one that could be hammered non stop, without much thought given. Within just a couple of minutes, Lukas was pumping his man-hood in and out of my mouth so hardand so fast, that I began gagging non stop... and had tears streaming down my cheeks like a river. "Yeeaah... take it faggot... damn, your mouth is sooo warm... oooh yeeaah... feels fucking fantastic. You like me using your mouth like this, don't you... queer-boy? I bet you love the feel of my big dick fucking choking you, huh? Yeah you do... all you fucking gay-boys love my big dick... And your warm mouth frigging rocks" Not sure for how long this horror show went on, to me it seemed like hours, but more likely twenty minutes or so. All I know is that long before it was over, my throat was killing me, it hurt so bad... every time his monster dick blasted forward and scraped the sides of my throat or punched any part of it, I thought I would pass out from the pressure and the pain. I kinda wished that I HAD passed out, then I wouldn't have felt his cock begin to throb, knowing damn well, what was to follow, and I knew that it was impossible to fight it... never mind stop it! Lukas began to pull out of my throat at that very moment, and I thought for a split second that maybe the younger brother had a heart after all. However, apparently he only pulled out of my throat, so that he could unload his heavy cargo within the cavity of my mouth. The little bastard couldn't even allow me the dignity of shooting his load directly down my throat... he wanted me to savior the taste of the thick, and rather copious amount of my fifteen year old Masters cream. I never knew that anyone could shoot such a huge amount of cum, I knew that I certainly couldn't, even on my best day, and I'm two years older than him. It had to be at least three times the amount that I usually shoot. There had to be a whole carton full of emotions rushing through my mind as my mouth began to fill to the max, and then some. First and foremost was... when does the spigot shut off? I was certainly getting a good taste of what someone's sperm tasted like, and although it wasn't nearly as foul as I imagined, I still refused to swallow it. Which raised another thought, if I refused to swallow it... then what the hell am I going to do with it? I was totally surprised that the taste wasn't really all that gross, it had a sweet and sour type of flavor, and by now my tongue was drowning in it. I couldn't think for the life of me what to do with a whole mouthful of cum, and so I held it, even as I felt a bit of it ooze out the corners of my tightly sealed lips. Then I thought, as soon as Lukas pulls his monster of a dick, out of my mouth, I will quickly spit all out. Unfortunately, my fifteen year old Master had other plans. "Yeeaah, bitch... how does my CUM taste? You like that? Hope so... cause that's what most of your meals will be, from here on out... now go ahead and swallow... if you haven't already. Show me what a good little cum-bucket you're gonna be. By the way... I'm not pulling outta your mouth till you swallow... and I mean every last drop of it" At this point my breathing just through my nose was working ok, and my gagging had stopped once he had pulled his cock from my throat. Yet even though his dick-head was the only portion of his cock still remaining in my mouth, my cheeks were still bulging, what with the cock-head and the mouthful of cream, my mouth still felt totally full. However, my throat was still killing me, and I so badly wanted to just go to my bathroom so that I could gargle. With Lukas still holding two fistfuls of my hair, and demanding that I swallow before letting me up, I realized that I had no choice in the matter. Once again, the humiliation of it all, caused me to sob silently, as I began to swallow a tiny bit at a time. Once Lukas pulled completely out of my mouth, and insisted that I open up, to show that I indeed swallowed every drop, I felt for sure that the waaay humiliating task was now over, and I was free to get up and rush off to my bathroom, but my young Master still had plans. "Not bad for your first time, bitch... now clean off my cock-head with your tongue... and lick up the cum that got away... before I let you up. Once Lukas finally freed me, I rolled into a fetal position on the floor, and clutched onto my throat, trying to massage the pain away. Lukas stood over me giggling. "now what's your problem, bitch" "dude? my throat is so wicked sore... it hurts to even swallow my saliva... Your cock is waaay too frigging big... making someone take it all... is just wrong" The giggling continued. "yeeaah I know.. everyone says the same thing... but hey... everyone takes it just the same... and lives to come back for more... soon enough, you'll be on your knees begging me to feed you... literally begging for another mouthful of my cum, you'll see... another thing, everyone says that my sperm tastes better than my brothers... but you can soon be a judge of that for yourself" No sooner did those words leave his mouth, when Gunther appeared on the scene. "Hey... what's wrong with him... remember what father said... no punching him in the face... only slaps... so that we don't leave any bruises or marks" "don't worry bro... I didn't even hit him once, I promise... he says his throat hurts... I only fucked his face like I normally do with someone... then I pumped a quart of my special sauce in his mouth... but I guess cause he is new to it... it took him by surprise is all... he'll get over it" Gunther approached me and stood over me, with his legs spread slightly, wearing nothing but a pair of tight fitting CK briefs. "Awwwe... poor Barry... did my big brute of a brother hurt your throat... he's such a beast, isn't he? But, I bet you liked the part where he filled your mouth with his baby sauce. Come-on get up on your knees... I have just the medicine you need, gonna soothe all that pain in your throat" I began begging Gunther. "Pleeeaassse Master Gunther... I can't go through that again... it really will kill me if I have to go through all that again.. please believe me... I can't do it" "Aaawwe... it's ok, little bro... big bro isn't gonna hurt you, I promise... just get up on your knees... so I can help you" Still clutching my throat with both my hands, I wanted to trust him, even though it pissed me off that he was referring to me as the little brother and he and Lukas as the big brothers. Yet, whether or not I trusted him, I still had no choice but to obey him, for fear of him either releasing the photos or videos of me, or of him and Lukas beating me up. So I got up on my knees, and once again I was face to face with his rather large bulge, only this time he wasn't wearing that tight black speedo... this time his more than adequate private parts were packed into a lite blue pair of tight low cut CK briefs. I thought to myself, damn, these two demons like to parade around in skimpy attire, showing off their incredible bodies and OTHER parts. But then again... I guess that's the way they live in parts of Europe, so to them it's no big deal. Up till now, I hadn't really seen Gunther smile, if he only knew that when doing so, his handsome face was even that much more handsome. His voice was gentle (another surprise) and he spoke as though he was speaking to a child once again. "Does it hurt real bad? That mean stepbrother... but I did warn you about him, huh? Now open up wide, big brother Gunther is gonna soothe that sore throat and make it all better" I tried once again begging him. "Please Master Gunther... I promise I will blow you when I am feeling better... just not right now... please... I promise I will give you a good blow-job... I promise... but later" "ooohh, I have no doubts that you will blow me, and you will do so very often... and I PROMISE YOU.. this isn't about you giving me a blow-job... I just want you to put the head of my big dick in your mouth... just the head... ok. Come-on now...I know poor Barry has been put through so much since his big bad stepbrothers entered the scene... but now I just want to help you... so let big brother fix your sore throat for you. Open wide and take just my awesome looking dick-head inside your warm little mouth" I hated that he was talking down to me like I was a four year old... and why should he even bother to pretend, that he cares as to whether I was hurting or not, I mean I have to do whatever they want anyway... so why pretend to be nice? I opened wide and stared up into his handsome youthful face. He was still smiling, as he pushed his mushroom shaped cock-head between my lips. Then placing both his hands behind my head... I just knew he was lying to me, he was going to fuck my face, whether I was ready for it to happen again or not, I had no doubts about it. Then I felt it... a small spurt followed by a gush, the frigging bastard was pissing in my mouth. I looked up, gone was the gentle smile, in it's place... a mean sadistic smirk. "This will make everything better, no more sore throat... Hope you love the taste... if not, get used to it... enjoy, FAGGOT"