Date: Sat, 23 May 2015 19:57:15 +0000 From: Chuck Hale Subject: My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt.4 My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt.4 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read material of this nature where you live, Please stop now! This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys...and is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! Also, because this story is completely fiction, it takes place in a world without AIDS, and other deathly diseases. So unlike the characters in my stories, please be careful, and ALWAYS play SAFE. I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! unkle_c@yahoo.com Please, if you enjoy the stories here at Nifty, and where else can we find such a tremendous amount of wonderful stories totally FREE? Please donate whatever you can afford to help keep this awesome web site in business and totally free. Thank You, Chaz Recapping last few paragraphs of previous chapter As I lapped and sucked Gunther's large cock-head clean, Lukas was being somewhat impatient, wanting to show off his incredible strength, and humiliate his older brother at the same time. I kinda had my doubts about Lukas, as powerful as he is for his age, I figured that Gunther was still a full year older, and therefore may hold maybe a small advantage over his brother. Yet Lukas didn't have ANY doubts. "So bro... I've been thinking... since you refuse to believe, that there is even a slight possibility, that I am more stronger than you... we should have something at stake here... you know... to award the winner" "what the hell you going on about now? What do you mean, like an award? What the fuck, bro... you want me to run out and buy a fucking trophy or something? I'm gonna kick your ass... and I don't need no prize for doing it... just the pleasure of putting you in your fucking place... will be reward enough" Lukas wasn't giving up on the reward thing that easily. "Actually... I was thinking that maybe the loser would be a slave for the winner... I don't mean sex wise either... I mean like the loser has to serve the winner in other ways... you know, like remove sneakers, do all the chores, fetch snacks, and stuff like that. What do you think? You up for that" Gunther, shook his head. "whatever, bro... but isn't that why we are busy training this fucking pussy? Isn't he supposed to do all that shit for us? Why the fuck would one of us have to do that crap? And for how long are we talking here... a day... a week... what" "Geeze bro, easy there... it would only be for like a month, no more... and of course the fag would still have to wait on us... but at times, the loser would have to take over and wait on the winner... just with the little stuff... nothing big... so, what do you say" Gunther apparently feeling a bit frustrated with his younger brother, threw his hands up in the air. "Sure... whatever... If you want me to humiliate you like that... then fuck it... let's do it... anything to shut you the fuck up" To be cont. My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt. 4 Lukas suggested that they lay flat on the floor, and do their arm wrestling there. "Kay, so let's lay down here on the floor, and we can go the best out of three wins, with the loser becoming the winners slave for one month, and by slave, I don't mean anything to do with sex, of course. But EVERYTHING else, goes... Do we have a Deal" Gunther agreed. "Like I said... if you want to humiliate yourself by being my slave for a full month... then fine with me, but I have a question... what happens if the loser doesn't want to... or refuses to... do something that he is ordered to do, by the winner... what happens then" Lukas developed a wide grin. "The winner will have no choice but to use force... the loser will be punished... and then be made to do whatever was demanded in the first place" Gunther still had doubts about this whole affair. "well that just raises another question, what type of punishment are we talking about" the grin on Lukas's face became more sadistic. "Whatever his Master decides for punishment" Gunther, up to a moment ago seemed to be fine with the whole thing, now seemed to be leaning against the deal. "I don't know, bro... this would be pitting brother against brother... not sure if father would approve" The evil grin on Lukas's face continued to appear even more evil. With each doubt raised by Gunther. "You chickening out, bro... never knew you to be a coward... do you think that father would approve of that" "listen asshole, I'm not a coward, and you know it... I just think this whole idea is crazy... who gives a shit as to which of us is stronger... I certainly don't" Lukas then did something bizarre, he raised his right arm, made a tight bicep pose, and then kissed it. "I care to know... that's who! Shall we get on with it" Gunther just shook his head, as though he didn't even know who this dude standing in front of him was, anymore. The two of them got down on the floor and positioned their arms, for battle. I watched closely, as the two brothers clasped hands, and the battle was on. At first it appeared the two bro's were pretty equal in strength, as both arms held steadily... then I checked out both faces and Gunther was straining, it showed in his facial expression. Where as Lukas had this wicked grin pasted to his face, and no evidence that he was even trying to put down his brothers arm. Then Lukas yelled out to no one in particular. "Ah fuck it... just kidding, bro" then proceeded to slam his older brothers arm to the floor, and held it there, while continuing to grin. Round one went to Lukas, but Gunther wanted to know what the hell that was all about. "What are you doing? Are you like playing games with me or something...I mean you weren't even trying... and then you just slam my arm down... why do I get the feeling you just cheated somehow" Lukas continued holding his brothers arm glued to the floor. "Cheating??? If I cheated in some way... let's see you raise your arm" I watched as Gunther tried lifting his arm, to no avail, it hardly even budged. With both brothers now flexing their baseball size biceps... it appeared to me that Lukas's baseball was slightly more inflated. When Gunther was unable to raise his arm, still being pinned to the floor by his younger brothers power grip, Lukas declared victory to round one. "Too bad you lost that round, bro... lucky for you, we still have two rounds to go... that is, unless... you would rather quit now... save yourself the humility... and claim me to be the more stronger" Apparently, Gunther would have none of that. "Fuck you, asshole, I'm not sure how you won that round... but I do know you must have cheated somehow. So let's continue" Again, the two brothers, both with awesome, well developed physiques for their age, positioned their arms for round two. However, round two pretty much proceeded the same as round one, the only difference, Lukas didn't wait to humiliate his older bro, he slammed Gunthers arm to the floor immediately, faster than one could blink an eye. Of course this enraged his older brother. "What the fuck... You're cheating, you little son-of-a-bitch... I insist that we start from scratch and do it again... best out of three" Lukas, not seeing any reason to redo the contest, objected. "No way, bro... you lost fair and square... I don't see any reason for me to go on humiliating you... now that we both know... I am more superior than you... you may still have the advantage of being older... BUT I now have the advantage of being more powerful... more ALPHA" Lukas, released the grip on his brothers arm, but not before adding a tiny bit more humiliation, by twisting it, causing Gunther to yell out in pain. Lukas then stood up, straddling Gunthers body, while looking down and grinning into his brothers sad and confused eyes. "You're now my slave for the next month... but have no fear... I will keep your duties to a minimum, providing you OBEY, the few I give you. You disobey... and you will be punished, harshly... and your duties will become more common... more frequent... more humiliating" Still kneeling to the side of the two gladiators, I couldn't help but admire the younger brother, as he assumed his new role of, `Master of the House' However, it appeared that I may have been the only one that admired Lukas's new role. Once Gunther was back on his feet and given his first order from his new young master, he was quick to challenge his younger brother once again. Lukas staring into the eyes of his bro, Laughingly issued his first command. "Kay slave-boy... why don't you run to my room and bring back the basket of my dirty laundry... I need something to keep our little bitch here busy, while I take a shower" Gunther, still believing that his bro somehow cheated during the test of strength, was not about to be ordered around by his younger sibling. Giving Lukas a powerful shove, nearly knocking him on his ass, Gunther let it be known, he wasn't taking orders from anyone. "Fuck you dirt-bag... I'm not your slave-boy, I don't know how... but I know you cheated on your little game of strength... so go get your own fucking dirty clothes" Lukas once again in front of his brother, simply grinned, before letting his powerful fists fly. Gunther, if he had time to think about it at all, must have thought he was being struck by lightening, that's how fast his brothers fists came at him. Two solid punches to the face and a whole bunch connected to his hard abs. I figured at the very least, (if he was lucky) he'd come out of this with a black eye... and several bruised ribs, but I feared the damage could be worse. Falling backwards, and landing on his back, Gunther, I'm sure didn't even know what the fuck hit him. Lukas was quick to straddle his bro's chest, with his well muscled thighs planted on each side of Gunthers head, and raised both his powerful young guns, ready to totally destroy Gunthers handsome, youthful face. "you still think I'm cheating? You still think this is a fucking game? You want me to punch your fucking head right off your fucking shoulders... Just to prove to you, that I am fucking stronger than YOU... and waaay the fuck more determined... to teach you to respect me, and do any fucking thing I say. OR, do you need a little more proof... That without a doubt... I can easily kick your frigging ass" I couldn't see Gunthers entire face, or the expression on it, but I did see that his nose was bleeding, and that a portion of his flat cobblestone abs were already showing signs of a bruise. Whatever his expression was, his voice sounded a bit shocked. "Ok, bro... please chill out... I'm sorry I doubted you. I now know this is not a game you are playing... I give! I'll be your slave for a month... and do whatever you say...but can you please let me up, now" "Not so quick... FUCK-FACE... I wanna hear you beg... tell me who the new BOSS is, when father is not around... tell me what our roles are here for the next month" Gunther only hesitated for a moment or so, before giving his younger bro what he wanted to hear. "Please, Master Lukas... please... I get it... you are much stronger than even I gave you credit for... you are now in charge when father is away... and I agree to be your slave-boy... and look up to you as my Master, for the next month... PLEASE, can you let me up now" "Fine... but for your punishment... I want you to kiss my fucking basket... and continue kissing it... till I give you permission to stop... then maybe I will let you up" My heart went out to Gunther, I felt so bad for him, knowing as well as he, that from this day on, his life will never be the same again, his entire world as he knew it (less than an hour ago) would be so different from the one he awoke to this morning. I watched as Lukas with a huge smirk pasted to his lips, used a fistful of his brothers hair to lift his head up off the floor, and proceeded to attach that handsome face, to the full and plump package just above it. By the way, that same package seemed to have grown considerably, since it's owner beat the fuck out of his OLDER brother. Just saying! I also watched, (mostly in disbelief) as Gunther kissed his younger brothers crotch, over and over again, till Lukas finally eased the grip on his brothers hair, and then before letting his bro up, (like the evil little fuck that he is) he inched himself forward, till he was sitting directly on his older brothers face, with all his weight. To make matters worse, he even went so far as to grind his leather clad ass back and forth over Gunthers face, several times before finally allowing his new slave to get up and run to the bathroom sobbing. It was hard to feel sorry for myself, knowing that Gunther, unlike me, is an alpha male, and to suffer the humiliation that he just went through, had to have been a thousand times worse for him than for someone like myself. Lukas had me kneel in front of him as he sat on the sofa, sporting a victory smirk on his face. Clearly the younger jock-boy was feeling triumphant. And why not, he had just beat the fuck out of his older bro, and he had a slave kneeling before him that was two years older than himself. He must have felt that the world as well as everything in it, was his to own. He lifted his right leg up onto the couch, and pointed to his foot. "Make yourself busy, faggot... massage my feet... starting with this one" No need to wonder if I did as I was commanded, I mean what frigging option did I have, of course I leaned into his foot and began gently massaging it. Brushing the palms of my hands over the entire foot, and then kneading the sole, and toes, between the toes, and back to the tops. "Do my calves and thighs as well... I love having my body worshipped... and you're going to be spending a lot of time, doing just that, you and my brother both, that is" A little while later, Gunther returned to the parlor carrying Lukas's basket of dirty laundry. Lukas scolded him for taking so long. "Seriously, dude? What the fuck... where the hell you been? I'm not even finished with your punishment for the first fuck-up... and now you have a new one... get one of my jocks out of that basket... turn it inside out, and place the pouch inside your mouth... that's your punishment for taking so frigging long, and keeping me waiting" Gunther, looking both pissed off, and a little sad, only made things worse for himself. "DUDE? You promised there would be no sex... and you already broke that promise when you smothered my face in your crotch, and kept it there... now again with this stupid command... I'm the one that should be saying `what the fuck' not you" Lukas jumped up from the sofa, threw his brother up against the wall, held him there, with a hand to Gunthers throat, and proceeded to pummel Gunthers already sore abs, with his free fist. Not sure exactly how many punches, Gunther took, but it was many, and they were wicked solid punches, hard enough so that when Lukas had stopped, Gunthers eyes closed and it looked like he had passed out cold. Sure enough, by the time Lukas had freed his brother from the choke hold, Gunther slid down the wall and onto the floor, out cold. Lukas not quite ready to stop beating on his older bro, straddled his upper chest, resting his ball sac on his brothers chin, and was ready to proceed with the beating, till he realized that his brother hadn't moved. For the first few moments, I thought for sure that Lukas was sorry for what he had done. He looked at his bro's face, and seeing the damage that he had caused, he gasped. "Oooh fuck.. what the hell did I do" At that moment, Gunther opened his eyes, and Lukas thought that his bro was just pretending to be knocked out. He then punched his brother in the face, a solid hard right, and Gunther was out like a light once again. Lukas, thinking that Gunther was once again just pretending to be knocked out, humped his bro's face several times, while laying flat on top of Gunther's head, he proceeded to grind his leather like basket all over the dudes face, continuing to do so for a moment or two, till it dawned on him... that his brother wasn't fighting back, and that maybe his brother truly was out cold. This time it took nearly half an hour for both Lukas and I to bring his brother back to the real world. I suppose because it took so long for us to revive Gunther, Lukas was beside himself, and couldn't apologize enough. "Oh my fucking word... I am so fucking sorry, bro... I don't know what the fuck got into me... please be ok... I am soooo frigging sorry... I promise never to beat you up again... just please be ok" Watching and listening to Lukas, as he tried to convince his brother that he was sorry, and that he would never hurt Gunther again, literally blue my mind, as I thought to myself, `what a fucked up family' Three weeks later, brought some changes. Lukas kept his promise to his bro that he wouldn't beat him up again. However, he insisted that his brother continue to be his slave for the full entire month, as promised. Gunther became afraid of his younger bro, literally afraid. He therefore obeyed all commands from Lukas, with never an argument, well, maybe a raised eyebrow here and there, but he never dared to raise his voice, or to argue with his younger brother again. I was given orders left and right by both brothers, and seeing what Lukas was capable of doing to his own brother, kept me in line. Of course I was still beat-up and punished on a regular basis, not because I disobeyed either of the two, but just because... they each got off on it. My capabilities of giving good head, improved during the course of the three weeks, but that was mostly due to the fact that I had to provide my head for their use, two or three times daily to each brother. I had also grown accustomed to being used as their urinal, whenever they insisted. I was made to literally worship their muscles on a daily basis, generally right after their heavy work-out sessions, while their youthful bodies were pumped to the max. However, with all that said, there were quiet times. We all would compete with each other on my X-Box, and this allowed us a few moments a day, to actually converse normally. I learned that their father was set in his ways... of maintaining an Alpha appearance and mentality, due to his own up-bringing, and he insisted that his two sons continue the tradition of being better, fitter, more aggressive, and even dominant, compared to their friends here in the US. I learned that his father had a twin brother still in Germany. I also learned, that brother had a son, named Dolph who was the same age as Lukas, and he too was raised with the same mentality. Kinda figures, by now, I would have been surprised if he weren't. I also learned that their cousin Dolph would be spending a month with us, and would be arriving within two more weeks. It appears that Dolph was also encouraged to keep up his physical appearance with daily work-outs, along with rigid gymnastic lessons. Apparently, he also has a special talent for hypnotizing, and is even pretty famous for this talent back in his homeland. Which is one reason he was coming to the states. He has four performances scheduled at the Civic Center. We also would sometimes talk about my life. I informed them about life at school, and what it was like growing up in a small town. We discussed my dating, as well as my friends, particularly Jayden. I described how he's my best friend, was the top athlete at school, as well as his hang-up about gays. That he was the captain of both our wrestling team and our football team as well. One thing that I noticed from the corner of my eye, was while discussing Jayden, the two brothers looked at each other and grinned. This left a sour note in the pit of my stomach. I was very careful never to bring up my friendship with Jayden again. Speaking of Jayden, I was counting my blessings that he was away for a few weeks with his longtime girlfriend, and that I didn't have to come up with excuses, as to why I was way too busy to spend time with him. A tight fistful of my hair being pulled by Lukas brought me out of my daydream. "you going deaf on me, faggot? I've been calling for you for the past five minutes, we have lots of plans for you today, but first... get your ass into the bath tub... I need to piss big time... then maybe we can work on you giving me my second blow-job today... So, do the plans for today sound good so far? Oooh Yeah, we're going fill your belly today... in more ways than one, no doubt about it, huh" Pulling me by my hair into the bathroom of Lukas's bedroom, then slamming his right fist into my gut, literally knocking the air out of my lungs, left me wondering, what the hell I did wrong, this time. The look of anger written all over Lukas's face, clearly stated that whatever the hell I did wrong, it obviously did not impress my young master. "when you going to learn, BITCH... (SLAP) that when I call for you... (SLAP) for whatever reason... (SLAP) you need to come running... (SLAP) Do you... (PUNCH TO THE GUT) fucking GET IT, now... (PUNCH TO GUT) now climb into that frigging bathtub, and kneel, your punishment is only just beginning" The solid punches to my abs, not only knocked the wind out of me, but made it difficult for me to even move... and certainly not with the speed that Lukas had in mind. Within only seconds after giving me the order to climb into his bathtub, I was once again being pummeled by powerful fists, wherever my young master could connect them, with the exception of my head. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WROUNG WITH YOUR HEARING TODAY... I just fucking told you, that when I order you to do something... you jump... and for some odd reason... you simply are not getting that message" Lukas, at that point, lifted me up, and dumped me into his tub. "Get the fuck on your knees, facing me... NOW" To say that every muscle in my body was now hurting, somehow, did not seem to emphasize enough, my condition. After being beat-up, once again, by a dude two years younger than me. "yeah you fuck... those little love taps, were nothing compared to what you will get if you continue to push my buttons... I'm going to train you to OBEY me... one way or another. Now open wide, you little bitch" You would think by now, after more than three weeks of this shit, if I had not learned anything at all, I would have learned NOT to keep this little evil bastard waiting. I mean, if he is going to beat his own brother to a pulp, for no reason at all, then imagine what he will do to me, if he thinks I do not respect him enough, to obey him. As much pain as my body was in at that moment, I scrambled to get to my knees, facing him, and opening my mouth as wide as it would get. Looking up at this younger teenager, (that was not only built physically, but trained mentally, to totally and literally degrade, humiliate, and pulverize any male figure that showed disrespect towards him) I began to beg for another chance. "Please master Lukas... I promise never to keep you waiting again... I am so frigging sorry... please give me one more chance to prove to you... that I can, and will be... loyal and obedient... at all times, from this moment on... please Master... just one more chance to prove to you, that I can obey you" My words along with my tears, must have somehow convinced my young master that I was sincere. Enough to be given another chance. The wicked frown that had appeared on his face before was now replaced with that now famous Miester Family smirk. "Fine... but I still need to finish your punishment... and if you let one tiny drop of this slip from your mouth and into my bathtub... the beating you just got will seem like childs play... do you fucking GET IT now, FAGGOT" I did get it FINALLY, I now submitted not only to my fifteen year old master, but to the whole idea of being a slave within my own home, and there was nothing or no one, that could help me from this point on. Lukas proceeded to aim his gusher directly into my mouth, and I proceeded to swallow as quickly as I could, not allowing one single drop to land within his tub. By now, I had learned to take this particular form of punishment (as Lukas would call it) without feeling sick to my stomach afterwards, knowing damn well by now, that a blow-job and a mouthful of warm cum was to follow. I know that it sounds strange to hear me say, that I somehow grew to be ok with the brothers pissing in my mouth. Trust me, obviously I hated them doing it, but the thing is, I had to get used to it, as well as the taste, and somehow, I managed. I was also trained by now to take the full length and girth of both my Masters cocks, without feeling as though they were trying to deliberately kill me. I had become (by now) in three short weeks, what one might refer to... as a pro at cock-sucking. It was now a part of my every day life. I'd start my mornings by giving both of my stepbrothers a mean blow-job, another blow-job during the afternoon, and yet another blow-job at bed time. Lukas, now the Alpha male in the house, would always insist on being the first to pump his load, into my mouth, with his older bro, getting (as Lukas would often say) sloppy seconds. I was not the only one in the house that had to serve as SLAVE, Gunther was now a few days away from fulfilling his month long obligation, and although Lukas had never used his brother as a cum-dump, he still would occasionally abuse his bro, and at times he would do so... to an extreme. It seemed that the more submissive Gunther would appear, the more aggressive, and dominating his younger bro would become. It appears that Lukas's memory of the wicked beating he gave his brother, and how horrible he felt afterwards, began to fade as fast as the two black eyes and the bruises on his brothers body. All to soon, Lukas began slapping the shit out of his older bro, and at times for no reason at all, other than to keep reminding him, as to which of the two was more stronger and therefore the boss. The duties that Gunther was ordered to perform grew more degrading as well. The two brothers were both very stringent when it came to their daily work-outs, and on more than one occasion, Lukas would insist on having his brother clean the sweat off his hot body. "Hey slave, get your ass over here and wipe some of this sweat off me... I don't even know why I have to keep reminding you... keeping my body comfortable is part of your job... besides, I love having you feel my muscles" Gunther still afraid of upsetting his little bro, would quickly run to him and fulfill whatever demand that was made of him, without argument, even if it meant occasionally having to LICK the sweat from his bro's huge guns, or pecs. Lukas loved degrading his bro, making him feel less superior, it was obviously a power trip, and the more Gunther obeyed, the more his younger bro would demand. On one such occasion, after the two had finished working out, and still straddling their weight benches, Lukas snapped at his brother for no apparent reason. "get the fuck over here bro, you need to sniff my jock... and tell me how your lil bro is becoming quite the man" When Gunther sighed, followed by a frown, Lukas got pissed off, jumped up from the bench, Grabbing a fistful of his brothers hair, and roughly bitch slapped him twice. Then while still holding a fistful of hair, he yelled. "What the fuck is your problem... You don't ever diss me like that... you hear? Now get the fuck on your knees and bury your nose in my pouch... and keep sniffing, till I say you can stop" For a moment, I thought that Gunther was going to fucking cry, though I couldn't blame him if he did, going from an aggressive, brave, jock-boy a few weeks ago, to his younger brothers fucking slave, in less than a few hours, would have sent young Hercules crying. But, once again, Gunther obeyed his lil bro, sank to his knees in front of him, and buried his face in his brothers soiled and sweaty jock-pouch. This quickly brought a smirk to Lukas's young and handsome face, and caused his Jock-strap to stretch a wee bit more. As he reached down, grabbed himself two fists full of hair and began grinding his brothers face up and down the length of his cotton covered shaft, he explained that this was punishment. "You should know by now... if you are going to disobey me... you are going to be punished, you're kinda lucky you know, I mean I could be pissing in your mouth right now for punishment... so keep that in mind" This was obviously a major turn on for the fifteen year old master, having the face of his older bro smothered in his man size basket, was a new achievement for the young hunk, and this obviously marked a new beginning. As Lukas threw his head back, looked in the air, and sighed. "yeeaah... you want a taste of that... don't you? You want me to fucking choke you with it, huh? And you WILL choke, that's a fucking given" Like I said, It appears that the more submissive Gunther became towards his brother, the more aggressive Lukas became, demanding just a wee bit more from his brother, with every passing day, and with every passing day, that smirk on his face would grow just a bit more meaner, when looking at his older bro. Another occasion where Lukas had dominated and abused his older bro, as well as degrading him in front of one of his friends from school, was on an afternoon, when a friend of Gunthers had dropped by and the two of them were playing a new game with the X-Box. Lukas arrived home, and seeing that his brother had a friend over, decided to join them. He said hello to his bro, and then settled down on the sofa with the two. I could tell instantly that Lukas was in a fowl mood, cause he had this mean smirk on his face when his bro had failed to greet him in return. He must have been out jogging, cause he was shirtless, and his skimpy nylon running shorts were damp with sweat. His whole upper body glistened with a sheen of perspiration, highlighting his well defined and perfectly cut chest and biceps. Below the damp and skimpy jogging shorts, his powerful legs also glowed with a sheen of dampness. The three were all sitting on the sofa, with Gunther sitting at the far end. Lukas lifted his well muscled leg and threw it over the lap of the kid sitting next to him, with his sneakered foot landing in the lap of his bro. Then while glaring at his brother, Lukas angrily gave him an order. "Remove my sneaker for me, and massage my foot" Gunther who by now was always quick to jump at one of his bros commands, now felt his cheeks turn a little red with embarrassment, while being talked to like that in front of his friend. Unsure how to react, with his friend sitting there wondering what was going on. Gunther giggled at first while trying to play it off as a joke. "funny bro... but you can see we got a game going here, and it's important... we also have a bet going on.. and I can't afford to lose" Needless to say, that mean smirk on his brothers face quickly turned to a mean scowl, as he lifted his leg high, then brought it down hard, not only hurting the kid next to him, who let out a loud yelp, but more importantly, his foot came down very hard, right on top of his bros crotch. Nearly screaming in pain, Gunther fell off the sofa and onto the floor, in a fetal position, with both hands cradling his painful balls. Now with a slight grin on his face, as he stared into the eyes of the kid sitting next to him, Lukas directed his attention to Gunthers friend. "Seems he is useless to me for a few moments... so why don't you massage my leg, till he is able to return and do as he was told" The poor kid was literally speechless, seeing this shirtless well muscled jock, sitting next to him, and being ordered to massage the dudes leg, while his wicked tough friend was laying in pain on the floor, left him with his mouth agape. If the poor kid only knew who he was dealing with. He at first tried in vain to push the powerful leg off his lap, but no way was it going to budge, not even a fraction of an inch. The kid then squinted his eyes and gave an angry growl. "Git your fucking leg off me, asshole" I simply shook my head and quietly said a prayer for the poor kid. Lukas stood up facing the kid, still sitting on the sofa. Then he climbed up on the sofa, straddling the kids thighs with his own, and leaned inward, till the crotch of his thin, skimpy, sweaty, nylon shorts, was pressed into the face of the brave, but obviously soon to be dead, kid. And just before he started grinding his package into the kids face, he let the kid know, what was up. "Well... since you don't wanna massage my legs... you can take care of this problem for me"