Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 13:18:24 -0700 From: FoxBarking Subject: Dumb Jock's Younger Brothers 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. Edit: I came to the conclusion that the diaper part of the story seemed very forced and out of place so I removed it from the chapter. Sorry if anyone enjoyed that aspect, but all of the feedback indicated it didn't work in this instance. You can email me at foxbarking@yahoo.com. Dumb Jock's Younger Brothers To get one thing out of the way immediately, I was not the brightest of kids growing up. I can admit that now. I cared much more about sports than I did studying. That's not to say that all athletes are stupid. Plenty of athletes are educated as well as athletic. I, however, was not one of those boys. I was about as stereotypical a dumb jock as you could find. I had never read a novel until I went to college and often turned my high school textbooks back in without even being opened. No one cared. I was a really good football, baseball and basketball player so it was easy to get away with. So, reading the first paragraph of my story must have you wondering what changed. Obviously I am a much better writer than the person described in the first paragraph could ever be. I have a relatively good vocabulary, understanding of grammar and spelling. In fact, I have already written a lot more than I probably did in my entire high school career. What changed me? The answer to the above question is: my two younger brothers changed me. I was the oldest of the three boys in my family. The two younger boys were as different from me as night is from day (unless you live in certain parts of Alaska). The older of my two brothers was Jess. He was a year younger than me. Whereas I worked out every day since my early double digit years, Jess was never interested in that. When this story begins, Jess had just turned 17 years old. He had dark brown hair and was a bit of a mophead. Jess was slim and about 5'7" tall. He was really into the grungy look of the time and was generally dressed in baggy jeans and flannel shirts. If you've ever seen the movie "Brainscan," he looked tremendously like Edward Furlong's character in that movie. Terry was our younger brother. He was 15 when this story took place. He was a lot like Jess and that made sense since the two spent so much time together. Terry may have been slightly shorter than Jess, but if there hadn't been two years between them, they might have been twins. Whereas Jess dressed in grunge style, Terry was a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. The differences between my brothers and I were rather extreme. I was 6'2" when this story took place. I had a broad and muscular chest, a prominent six pack, a thin waist and dirty blonde hair kept rather short. I wore Ambercrombie and Fitch clothes. I basically had myself look like the kind of guy that I was attracted to and the fact that I was gay is what caused everything that happened in this story to actually happen. Four years before this story takes place, when I was 14 and Jess was 12, I had been lucky enough to come across a Playgirl magazine at a friend's house. His stepmother had a subscription. This was before everyone had a computer (my brothers had a computer but I had no idea how to use it) so free internet porn wasn't readily available. Pics of naked guys were hard to come by and when I had seen this magazine, I had to have it. Not long after I had gotten the magazine, I was caught by Jess while I was jerking off to it. I had thought everyone had been out of the house and I wanted nothing more than to play with my dick. I was 15 and it was definitely the thing to do. I was so caught up in pumping my dick that I didn't notice Jess had opened the bathroom door. He and I had rooms that were adjoined by a bathroom with a door for each room. My bed didn't face the direction of the bathroom and it was only lockable from inside the bathroom itself. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I heard Jess's voice saying from behind me. I jumped but kept my hand on my dick. Looking back over at Jess, I saw him standing there with a grin on his face. He also had a camera in his hand. He hadn't taken a picture yet. Panicked, and assuming that Jess had been talking about me jacking off to pictures of naked men, I tried to hide the evidence. I tried to also cover myself up. "Stop it," Jess demanded as I was scrambling. "Keep your hand on that... that thing and keep the magazine in your hand." "Why?" I had asked, but did what he said anyway. Like I mentioned, I was not the brightest crayon in the box. "I need to get a picture of that ugly hose of yours," Jess said and lifted up the camera. It took him only a second but he snapped a picture of me with my hand on my cock and the Playgirl in plain view. "Ugly?" I asked with my hand still on my dick. "My dick is ugly?" "Look at the damn thing," Jess said as he walked in the room. I was too confused by the whole situation to even consider moving. "It's so long and fat. How many inches is it anyway?" "I dunno," I responded. "I never measured it." My hand was still on it and my dick didn't wilt at all. "Well, let's find out," Jess said and left the room. I wasn't sure what I should be doing when Jess left. The whole situation was still way too confusing and I hardly had a handle at all as to what was going on. My dick stayed hard and I figured I better keep holding it until Jess came back. After a short while, my brother came back into the room. He had a tape measure with him and no longer had the camera. I honestly thought that he didn't bring the camera back because he was worried about getting it dirty. He walked over and threw the tape measure at me. "Measure that ugly hard on," Jess demanded. He grimaced a bit. "I can't see how you can even touch the thing, it's so nasty looking." Jess's words hadn't yet convinced me why he thought my cock was so ugly. But I really wasn't thinking about that. I did what I was told and measured my dick. "It's 8 1/2 inches long." I announced. I knew that it was a good thing to have a big dick so I smiled because I was so proud of myself. "It looks about as fat as a can of Redbull," Jess remarked. "Your ball bag there is pretty huge too. God it must suck being you." Finally the confusion of why Jess didn't seem to like my cock got the better of me and I asked him why he thought it was so ugly. "Just look at the damn thing," Jess spat. "It's so fucking long and bloated and fat. It's nasty looking." "Aren't big dicks supposed to be good to have?" I asked, still bewildered but still hard and still holding my dick in my hand. "Yeah, you dumb jockass, but there's such a thing as too much," he told me. "I mean come on, if you like a girl with a big ass... well in your case, obviously a guy... there's a point where it just gets way too big and disgusting, right?" I nodded. What Jess was saying did actually make sense. "It's the same thing here," he informed me. "A big dick is nice but when it gets too big, it just looks weird and distorted. None of the boys in your magazine have dicks that big, do they?" I shook my head. This was actually back in the days when Playgirl magazine didn't have erect pictures in it so what Jess said did make sense. That day changed my life tremendously for the next four years. Jess had taken the picture and he held it over my head that if I didn't do what he wanted me to, it would not only show it to our parents, but he would blow the picture up and plaster it all over the school. It never occurred to me that Jess could get into huge trouble for doing any such thing. The only negative consequences seemed to be for me. I had to do everything that he said. The main target of Jess's abuse was my dick. He not only mocked it consistently, he actually convinced me that everything he was saying was absolutely true. My dick was big, fat, bloated and ugly. He often referred to it as such and in other ways such 'garbage hose' and "tree branch" and other things. My scrotum was always my "nasty ball bag" or something like that. And I believed every bit of it. I was quite ashamed to have such an ugly dick. There were rules that Jess set up involving my dick that I had to follow. I wasn't allowed to touch it except on the very rare occasion that I was allowed to measure it. Jess only let me touch my hose then because he was too freaked out to touch the thing. I was never allowed to jack off. Whenever I ended up jacking off without permission, Jess caught me every time. He would spank or humiliate me if I did this. Being much smarter than I, Jess convinced me that it was true that jocks who didn't cum would play sports better. I know that's bullshit nowadays, but back then it was just another technique he was able to use in order to get me to feel bad about wanting to play with my dick. By the time this story takes place, I had over four years of abuse at the hands of my little brother and that is the perspective from which I will tell this story. I was a dumb jock with an fat and ugly dick and it was wrong for me to ever touch it. About a month before my 18th birthday and a week after Jess's 17th, my humiliation took on a new level. I had just gotten home from school and I was going to get ready to take a shower. My parents were still at work and neither of my brothers had gotten home yet. Jess had me shaving my pubic hair off for a few years at that point. The moment he got some of his own, he was adamant that I wasn't allowed to have any. Although I had to keep it shaved, I wasn't allowed to touch my dick to get it done. Jess had purchased a thin sponge glove that I had to wear. In order to shave, I had to bend my dick down between my legs. once the thing was being held down, I would lather up my pube scruff and shave it off. I only had pubes above my cock, my bag was completely hairless. Once it was shaved, I was supposed to shower and get boxers on immediately so Jess wouldn't have to accidentally see my dick. That particular day, however, I made a huge mistake. After lathering my pubes up and shaving my crotch clean, I was ready to clean up and get myself ready for a shower. Despite how much I hated shaving my pubes, my constant denial had my dick at full mast while it was tucked between my legs. It felt good as it was trying to force its way out of captivity. I had been leaking tons of precum during the entire time and my dick was coated in it. It was trying hard to free itself and eventually it succeeded. When the ugly hardon was way too hard and slippery to be contained, it freed itself, snapping away from captivity. The distorted head of my dick slapped hard against my six pack, splattering precum all over it. It then stood straight up in the air, leaking more and more precum. As I laid naked in bed, looking at the incredibly long dick, I was overcome with desire to touch it. It had been at least six weeks since the last time I dared touch it. Jess had caught me doing it and he had spanked me for 30 minutes. I was allowed to touch my dick when he spanked me but only to keep it out of his way. He continued to verbally assault me, insulting my dick the entire time. I hadn't been stupid enough to touch it since. I was so horny that day that my dick was as hard as a marble statue. It was throbbing like a piston and I wasn't able to take my eyes off of it. The thing was so fat that when it was throbbing it looked positively inhuman. After staring at my cock and finally the pulsing rod was way too much to resist. I had to play with it somewhat. Jess would know if I came, so I just decided a little touching wouldn't hurt too much. I reached down and with a lot of hesitation, finally closed my hand around the slippery dick. I managed to get about three strokes in before I heard the sound that nearly gave me a hard attack, "Why the fuck are you touching that garbage hose?" Jess's shouted at the top of his voice. I jerked in complete and startled terror. Tons of emotions were mixed up at that moment. I knew that I had screwed up and I knew I was in for something bad. I wanted to let go of my dick but I also wanted to keep hold of it for protection. Fortunately, as usual, Jess had the answer. "Get your fucking hands off that ugly horse dick!" Now, most people would likely be happy to be called "horse dick," but not me. Although the implication is that the dick is huge, I actually thought he meant that my dick looked like a horse dick. I did what I was told. "Please don't be pissed, Jess," I cried. "I lasted so long this time. I haven't touched it in so long. I just got horny because I was shaving!" Despite my pleas, Jess was fumining. He yelled at me to get up off the bed. I grabbed a pillow and put it in front of my crotch. That only served to piss him off more. He ripped the pillow from my hands and threw it on my bed. He then grabbed be and bent me over my bed. Jess spanked my ass 20 times with his hand. He wasn't going to touch my hardon and I wasn't allowed to and as often happens, my balls got in the way and got some hits. "I don't know why you are so dumb and you keep doing this! Have you ever played with that garbage hose and not been caught by me?" "No," I responded as I was still leaning over my bed. "You catch me each time." "And I punish you each time," Jess replied. "I don't know. I am beginning to think that you are just used to the punishment. Maybe I need to do something else." "I am so sorry, Jess," I begged. "Please, I promise I will never touch myself again. I p!:se!" Jess gave a snort of derision. He stood behind me for a whie. Finally he told me to stand up. I did and instinctively tried to cover myself with my hands. Fortunately, before I did anything, I put my hands at me side. "You promise every time you get caught and you break the promise each time. You would think it would repulse you to touch that ugly dick but you keep on doing it." After a pause, he told me to lay back down on the bed and wait for him. Jess then left the room. While I laid on my bed, the fat hardon began to soften up a bit. Jess hated it when it was hard, so me softening up was a good thing. I was too scared to do anything and just laid there and waited. After a few moments, Jess returned. At his side was our other brother, Terry. He laughed at me when he saw me naked on the bed with a half boner. "Damn, Jess, I thought you were lying!" Terry laughed. "That's not a horse dick, though. That's a mule dick! Jess began laughing too. "Hey, maybe we have a new nickname for him! Mule dick, haha." Both boys were laughing and I was thoroughly humiliated. My dick was only at half past. "So what are you going to do with him?" Terry laughed. "Oh, I think first he should be given a spanking, don't you?" Jess suggested and this cracked Terry up even more. "Oh yeah!" Terry agreed. "But first I want to see his stupid hose fully hard." "Get that waste of a cock hard!" Jess commanded me. I was shocked. I had no idea what to do. "You want me to play with myself? You haven't let me do that in four years!" "Get that worthless hose hard now!" I grabbed my ugly semi hardon and began pumping it like a madman. I was really confused but I was already in so much trouble that there was nothing I could do but obey. Although I was humiliated beyond belief, my garbage hose was soon up to it's fll size. Since my first measurement years ago, I have added an inch and a half for a 10" hardon. Once I was hard, Jess walked over to me. He roughly pushed me against the headboard of the bed. He made me lift my legs in air, exposed my ass to both of them. He then roughtly slapped my hands, indicating that I was not to touch my horse dick any more. While Terry watched on, Jess pulled a but plug out of a bag he had carried with him. I was terrified as he managed to work the plug all the way in. Afterwards, he took out a paddle. "Hold on to your horse dick and bag while I spank your ass!" I did as told. Jess paddled me and each swat of the paddle pushed the butt plug into me. It was painful but amazing as well. He continued to do this and laugh and me as he and Jess kept calling my dick ugly and garbage and things like that. After a long period of humiliation, my spanking was finally over. I was too terrified to move though so I get my ass up in the air. The entire time I was laying on my back, holding onto my horse dick and horse bag. "Put your ass down!" He commanded. I obeyed. My ugly hardon was still completely up and it was bobbing in theeair, slinging precum all over my abs. For several minutes, my brothers just kept calling me dick names. They called it things like Donkey Dong, garbage hose, horse dick, hung like a hippo and a lot of other things. Terry joining in was just enough to really make me feel totally humiliated. The humiliation was excruciating and I feared it only could get worse.