Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2023 20:28:42 -0400
From: Ian Head <ianheadvoice@gmail.com>
Subject: Hunter Lang and His Brothers -11

This story depicts gay sex between teen guys. More specifically, it is the
story of Hunter Lang, the youngest of a trio of brothers, and how he
becomes the "Boy Bitch" of his two older siblings.

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Since Gabe and Wyatt already have videos of Hunter blowing them, it's only
fair that Cody gets one too, right?

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Chapter 11

My Brother Cody and I Make a Video


The bet that my two brothers had made between them, which Cody had lost,
meant that my eldest sibling had to wait an hour after I had swallowed
Wyatt's load before he could feed me his big, gorgeous cock for the third
time that day. At first, I had been flattered that they'd used my oral
services as the prize of their wager. Now, though, I was so fucking horny
after blowing Wye that all I could think about was how much I needed to get
my adored other brother's meat in my mouth again-- and I decided that that
bet had been a dumb idea.

It was a long sixty minute wait.

But, I sat there quietly, just like I had been instructed by my Alpha, as
he and Cody watched the video of me blowing Wyatt. Our eldest brother sat
sprawled out comfortably in the big armchair, his boxer briefs doing a poor
job of hiding the huge erection he was sporting--the delicious tube of
guy-meat that I was so eager to devour as soon as possible-- while our
middle sibling stood behind him to watch the phone's screen over his
shoulder.

They laughed and exchanged comments on my performance; sometimes rewinding
the video to re-watch certain parts.  In total, over the fifty minutes that
followed, my brothers watched the video together about four times.

"Our Boy-Bitch is really into sucking your dick, Wye," Cody said at one
point. "Just look at the hungry expression on his face the whole time he's
blowing you."

"I don't know why you sound so surprised," my Alpha replied, "the little
faggot has always belonged on his knees with my pecker in his mouth. He
just didn't know it until today."

I knew that Wyatt's words were intended to belittle me (as was the case
with most of the things he said to or about me), but all they really did
was fuel my growing desire to prove to him, and Cody, how true they
were. I'd understood from the first incestuous taste of Wye's cock that day
that, whether I liked him or not, my yearning for his boner was going to be
a life-long addiction for me. He was cruel and demeaning, never missing an
opportunity to treat me like crap, and, by some weird quirk of my nature,
that only made my lust for him much more intense.

If there had been any doubt at all in my mind that I was a brother-loving,
cock-hungry Bitch to the core, sucking Cody off for the first time had
wiped it completely away. I'd adored my eldest sibling for as long as I
could remember, and had been secretly lusting after him for the past couple
of years, so actually getting the chance to express those feelings for him
with a worshipful blowjob had been a dream come true.

His cock was as amazing as he was, and as soon as I had lovingly kissed his
glans when he'd ordered me to do so, I had happily become his devoted
Boy-Bitch for, what I hoped, would be the rest of my life. I was thrilled
to call him "Master", and I knew that my thirst for his cum would be
unquenchable.

As I alternated between glancing at the clock and gazing hungrily at Cody's
crotch, counting the seconds until I could have that beautiful dick in my
mouth again, I realized that my brothers owned me now. I belonged to them
as their submissive cum-slut, and would do anything they demanded of me to
please them. I was uncertain about where things would go from here, but I
was excited to find out.

"This is my favorite part," Wyatt chuckled as they came to the end of their
third viewing of the BJ vid. "Check out his sad expression when I shoot my
load all over his face instead of in his mouth where he wanted it."

Cody shook his head, "Nope. The best part for me is how determined Hunter
is to give you great head even though he knows you're still going to be an
asshole afterward."

"Don't kid yourself, Dude," our middle sibling replied, "Hunter likes being
treated like crap. It makes him horny for a mouthful of dick."

Looking right at me as he answered back, Cody smiled and said to Wye,
"Maybe that's just with you." He reached into his lap and gave his hard-on
a squeeze while keeping his eyes locked with mine. "I think the Boy-Bitch
is so into sucking mine that he doesn't need me to be an asshole to turn
him on. He just wants it all the time."  I smiled and silently nodded my
agreement with his statement, and my Master glanced up at the clock and
flashed me his Big Bad Wolf grin, "And he's going to get his wish granted
in ten minutes. What do you think about that, Little Brother?"

My pecker had been achingly hard with anticipation of that very thing for
the past fifty minutes, and I started to reach for it to show Cody just how
excited I was about the idea. Then I remembered that Wyatt had ordered me
not to touch myself while I waited for the hour to pass. So, I merely
licked my lips and said, "I think that will be awesome, Master."

"That's my good Boy," he chuckled. Then he nodded his head in the direction
of the basement's bathroom and instructed, "Now go wash the jizz off your
face and meet me back here, on your knees in the middle of the room like an
obedient pet."

"Hang on," Wye objected, "I told him he had to wear my cum until I told him
he could clean it off."

"And he did--without complaining. You've had your fun, but he's mine now. I
don't want your spooge all over his face when we're making our own BJ
video."

As was always the case when Cody pulled rank on our middle brother, Wyatt
gave in. "Fine," he said. "Go wash your face, Slut." It was phrased as an
order so that Wye could feel that he was the one in charge, but we all knew
differently.

Without a word, I did as commanded, walking out of the room and down the
short hallway to the bathroom with my boner bobbing in front of me as I
went. It wasn't until I was out of my siblings' sight that I allowed myself
to grin. Wyatt hadn't been wrong-- it did turn me on when he verbally
abused me. That didn't mean, though, that seeing him bow to our older
brother's dominance wasn't highly enjoyable.

A look into the bathroom's mirror showed me that my cheeks, chin, nose and
forehead were all coated in a thin sheen of Wyatt's drying spunk. He'd done
a thorough job of smearing his plentiful nut-nectar across most of my face
after he'd pulled his cock out of my mouth to shoot his load at the climax
of the blowjob I'd given him an hour ago.

A large glob of my brother's cum decorated the right side of my nose, and I
scooped it up with the tip of my index finger and popped it into my mouth
to savor as I bent over the sink to wash the rest away. It had grown cooler
and a bit thicker, with a mildly bitter taste, while time had passed but,
though I would always prefer it fresh and hot from the source, it was still
delicious.

As I dried my face with the towel Wyatt had left hanging on the door of the
stall after his shower, I thought about how both of my siblings produced
incredibly tasty cum, but Cody's was a bit sweeter than Wyatt's--which had
a saltier flavor. I smiled at how that fit so well with their differing
personalities. Logically, I knew that their temperament had nothing to do
with how their baby-batter tasted, but, now that the idea had occurred to
me, I wasn't going to be able to forget it.

When I completed the short walk back to the doorway to the gameroom, I saw
that Cody was standing in the middle of the room waiting for me. He'd
stripped off his underwear, and now stood totally nude--in all of his
muscled, masculine glory--as he had a quiet conversation with Wyatt. The
sight of him made my breath catch in my throat, and I stopped in my tracks
to check him out and appreciate his physique.

Simply put, my eldest brother was fucking gorgeous!

I'm talking cover model-handsome; the kind of looks that made people--both
women and men--take a second glance to admire him as he passed.  And that
was when he was fully dressed. Naked, my brother was even more sexy than
all of those people could possibly imagine.

Genetics and hard work had made every inch of Cody's six-foot-three frame a
finely sculpted example of manly beauty. It was impressive to see his
muscles move when covered with clothing, but watching them work when he was
nude, with every bulge and ripple clearly visible, was mesmerizing. The guy
was just that beautiful, and I was sure that I could spend hours looking at
him and never tire of the sight.

And, of course, there was his cock--his long, thick, delicious cock (which
I had decided upon first sight/taste was the most perfect example of a
penis in the entire universe)--and the big, heavy balls that hung beneath
it. Nature had been truly generous to Cody in the genital department and,
as my own pecker twitched with desire, I took a moment to silently thank
the Powers-That-Be for allowing me to enjoy the gift they'd bestowed upon
my idolized eldest brother.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been standing in the doorway lustfully ogling my
Master, but an inquisitive "What?" from Codes snapped me out of my horny
trance.

Both he and Wyatt were staring at me as I sheepishly said to Cody, "Sorry,
Sir. I was just thinking that you are so damn hot, and I kinda zoned for a
minute."

Wye snorted in amusement at my statement, "The Bitch is all hypnotized by
your donkey dick."

Cody ignored him, actually blushed a bit and grinned, shaking his
head. "You know, it's a little weird to hear my kid brother calling me
'hot', right?"

"It's true, though, Cody." Unable to resist teasing him a little, I asked,
"And, is hearing your kid brother calling you hot any weirder than having
him suck your dick?"

"Fair point," my brother conceded. "So, why are you still standing there
gawking and not over here sucking?"

At that, I made my way to stand in front of him. Walking from the doorway
to my Master, I tried to hold eye-contact with him but my gaze drifted down
to focus on his pecker. God, it was so damn beautiful!

When I had first entered the room, Cody's dick had been about
three-quarters hard. As I got nearer to him, I watched it swell and grow to
full erection. The thought that my brother's body was reacting in
anticipation of the blowjob I was about to give him made my own boner throb
and begin to seep pre-cum uncontrollably. My hard-on was swaying back and
forth with each step, and I felt a drop of my ball-juice splash warmly on
my thigh just before I dropped to my knees at my gorgeous sibling's feet.

Like a pagan savage paying devotion to his god of sex and lust, I gazed up
at Cody's erection with awe, adoration, and hunger. For the third time that
day, my mind was filled with the image of me on all fours, whimpering and
begging for more as my Master mounted me from behind and fucked my
willingly surrendered ass with feral abandon.

Just as before, I felt my asshole clench with desire at the thought of
making that fantasy a reality. Briefly, I closed my eyes and moaned softly
at the thrilling scene playing out in my head, before looking back up at
him and asking, "May I kiss your dick, Sir?"

"You'll do more than just kiss it, Boy-Bitch," Cody chuckled warmly, "but I
like that you asked permission. It shows me that you understand how our
new...relationship...is supposed to work." Without breaking eye-contact
with me he instructed Wyatt, "Make sure you're recording this, Dude. I'm
looking forward to watching my first porn vid staring Hunter and my
pecker."

"Been recording since the Bitch dropped to his knees," our brother assured
him.

"Perfect," he replied as his gaze held mine, "I'm going to enjoy watching
it a lot more than the one of you and him." My brother wrapped his hand
around the base of his hard-on and, wearing the predatory grin that made my
heartbeat quicken, asked, "What do you think, Hunter? Do you think you'll
like watching a video of you sucking my cock?"

"Yes, Sir. I want to see how I look with your big dick in my mouth."

Cody's lop-sided grin at my answer told me that it had pleased him. "Good
boy, but what do you call me when you're on your knees for me?"

"Master," I said without hesitation, noting once again the carnal thrill
that ran through me when I addressed him in that fashion, "I call you
Master when I'm on my knees to serve you." The swollen head of his boner
was just inches from my face, and the burning desire to taste it, to draw
it between my lips and lavish it with oral worship, was intense. But I held
myself in check, waiting for my dominant sibling to give the command for me
to do so--just like a good, well-behaved Bitch should.

"That's right, Hunter. You call me 'Master' because I own you," he shifted
his hand slowly up the thick, veined shaft of his erection, "and taking
care of this is your job now. A job you love, right?"

The motion of Cody's hand drew my eyes right to his dick, and I looked at
it reverently for a moment before replying. Knowing that Wyatt was videoing
this conversation, that it would be a permanent record for anyone to see
and hear, made me horny as hell.

"Yes, Master." I tore my gaze away from his gorgeous boner, looked into his
blue eyes and continued, the combined tones of lust and adoration in my
voice blatantly obvious, "I love that I get to be your pet cocksucker and
take care of your dick. I think it's what I was born to do."

"Jesus, Hunter," Wyatt snorted in disgusted amusement at my confession,
"you really are a little Bitch, aren't you?"

Nodding sincerely, I looked at our middle brother and grinned. "Yes, Sir. I
am a cock-hungry slut." Saying it out loud was exciting and freeing at the
same time. It was also a massive turn-on, so I elaborated without shame,
feeling my boner twitch with lust as I spoke. "And I love the fact that
I've now got two hot and horny Alpha guys to feed me their peckers as often
as they want to."

"Say that after I've face-fucked you for the hundredth time," Wye grumbled.

"I will," my grin widened. Taking a measured, hungry glance at his
dick--which I couldn't help noticing had chubbed-up considerably--I looked
back up to my Alpha sibling, ran my tongue slowly over my lips, and added,
"I look forward to it."

"Whore," he said. My middle brother was smiling when he spoke, and the
"insult" lacked the characteristic venom he normally used with me. Wyatt
was a lot more handsome when he wasn't scowling.

"Yep. That's my job now."

Turning my attention back to Cody, I saw that he was shaking his head
indulgently over my exchange with our brother. "Just like it's my job to
take care of my Master right now," I told him. The submissive tone in my
voice when I said it was automatic and heartfelt.

"Now, how could I possibly deny my Boy-Bitch a chance to blow me when I
know how much he wants it?" Unlike Wyatt, who almost always spoke to me
like I was beneath contempt (Not that that bothered me. His demeaning
condescension actually triggered my submissive tendencies and turned me
on.), Cody's tone with me usually carried a vibe of amused affection
without diminishing the fact that we both understood that he was superior
to me in every way. Like the fondness one shows to a well-loved pet. (I
found that to be just as fucking hot as Wye's abuse.)

Releasing his grip on his hard-on, allowing it to stand rigid and pointing
enticingly at my face, my eldest brother gestured with his now free hand
for me to move closer. "Suck my dick, Hunter. Show me what a good Bitch you
are."

"Yes, Master," I whimpered happily as I scooted forward on my knees to obey
him. Now that I had his permission, I reached out, took the thick base of
his boner into my fist, and greedily planted a trio of worshipful kisses on
the engorged head of his beautiful cock.

"Thank you, Master," I glanced up briefly before going back to work,
running my tongue over the entirety of his glans, darting the tip gently
into the piss-slit to lap up a sweet drop of his pre-cum, licking languidly
under the rim of his flared corona. "Mmmm, God," I crooned softly as I
worked my tongue over his warm, delicious flesh, "I love how your cock
tastes."

Cody laughed. "Then taste it as much as you want, Boy. Lick every inch of
it. I like seeing you enjoy your work."

Taking my brother at his word, I did exactly as he'd said. I kissed and
licked his massive pecker from its tip to its root and then worked my way
back up to start the process over. He murmured quiet words of encouragement
as I tongue-bathed his boner, more slowly, for a second time. When I
reached the base, I paused to nestle my nose in his thick patch of blonde
pubic hair, inhaling deeply to enjoy the intoxicating scent of his
guy-musk.

Again, my Master chuckled sexily, "You really like that man-smell, don't
you, Boy-Bitch? That Alpha perfume?"

I nuzzled my face deeper into his pubes, gave his cock a gentle squeeze,
and mumbled, "Oh, yes, Master. You smell as good as you taste."

He let me savor his Cody-scent for a few moments before placing his hand on
the top of my head and gently pushing it down saying, "Taste me lower,
Hunter. I want to feel your tongue on my balls."

Of course I obliged him. Cody was showing me what he expected from me when
I serviced him, and, because I desperately wished to please my brother in
every way I could, I gladly did as he ordered--committing it all to memory
for future blowjobs. The fact that I loved worshiping his nuts--the source
of the sweet, hot load of spunk I'd receive as my tasty reward when I
completed my act or oral devotion--also played a big part in my eagerness
to obey.

So, I kissed and licked my adored sibling's scrotum, enjoying the velvety
texture of the loose skin of his sack under my tongue as I washed it
thoroughly. I carefully drew his huge left ball into my mouth (they were
much too big to fit in at the same time, though I wish I could have done
so) to tenderly and respectfully suckle. This act of devotion caused my
Master to moan softly and slightly tighten his grip on my hair, which made
me grin as I moved to give the same attention to his other testicle.

"Easy, Boy," Cody instructed, "those things are sensitive you know."

Letting his right ball slip casually from its nest in my mouth, I
responded, "I'd never do anything to hurt you, Master. I promise. I just
need to taste all of you."

"Then get up here and blow me, Hunter," he growled huskily and gave my hair
a light tug. "I want my dick in my pet Bitch's mouth now."

That was an order that Cody was never going to have to give me twice!  In a
flash, I rose from my bowing position before him and popped the fat head of
his cock into my mouth. The speed that I'd moved from ball licking to
blowjob was so quick that it made both of my brothers laugh pleasantly in
surprise.

"Shit, Bro," Wye snickered, "the faggot really wants that dick."

"That's how we know what an awesome Boy-Bitch he's going to be," Codes
replied. "His craving for cock makes him eager to please his owners." He
put his hand on the top of my head and asked, "Isn't that right, Hunter?
You love having that dick in your mouth, don't you?"

His statement was so accurate that I didn't bother to stop nursing on his
glans to give a verbal response. I merely turned my eyes up to meet his,
uttered an affirmative "Mmm...hum" around my delicious mouthful, and
continued to lick and suck my Masters cock head with unabashed greed. His
bright smile of approval caused me to shiver with joy and, my gaze still
locked with his, I drew another inch of his boner past my lips as I ran my
tongue languidly over and around it.

"Ahhh..." my brother moaned in pleasure as the warm wetness of my mouth
engulfed the top portion of his rigid pecker. "There you go, Hunter. That's
how a Bitch makes his Master happy. Good boy."

The praise from my eldest brother made me almost giddy with delight. My
massive craving for dick aside, pleasing Cody, showing him the depth of my
veneration of him, was at the top of my list of reasons why I was on my
knees blowing him to begin with. I was determined to do everything in my
power to demonstrate that to my beloved Master.

I also realized, in that moment, that I was probably in love with Cody.

Because that was a concept that I'd have to put some major thought into, I
stuffed it to the back of my brain for later examination, and focused on
the awesome task of sucking my brother's dick.

I began to slowly bob my head up and down on Cody's hard-on, incrementally
taking more and more of its rigid, thick length into my mouth as I
worked. I had learned from the first two times I'd blown him that the size
of my sibling's boner packed into my face didn't leave a lot of room for my
tongue to maneuver, but I did the best that I could to lick and caress it
as I sucked. With practice--and I planned on getting a lot of practice--I
hoped to get much better at servicing Cody's impressive tool.

As I reached the point that I was nursing greedily on the first five inches
of his nine-plus inch cock, though, Cody stroked my hair and purred sexily
from above me, "Oh, yeah, Hunter, that feels so fucking good. My Boy-Bitch
gives fantastic head. Like a natural talent." I never thought I would feel
such tremendous pride from hearing my brother praising my skill at sucking
his dick!

"Right," Wyatt couldn't resist snidely chiming in, "giving blowjobs is the
whore's superpower."

"As long as he's using that power on my cock, I'm not complaining," Cody
growled back. To me he said, "Ignore the smartass on the sidelines,
Hunter. You're doing great," he paused for a second before adding, "but I'm
pretty sure my pet cocksucker could take more of my dick than he's doing
now--if he really wanted to."

He was issuing a challenge, and I happily accepted it by drawing another
inch and a half of his rod into my already stuffed mouth with the next bob
of my head. I still held the base of his hard-on in my left hand, which I'd
been using to message and stroke him with while I sucked him off, and my
nose touched my fist at the same time as the tip of his glans poked my
uvula.

It didn't immediately trigger my gag reflex, so I moved my hand to rest on
his hip to get it out of the way, took a deep breath through my nose, made
a conscious effort to relax my throat, and let another inch of glorious
Cody-meat slide between my lips. The head crested the back of my tongue and
entered the top of my throat before I felt the muscles there begin to
tighten, trying to expel the foreign--though incredibly tasty--object
attempting to invade my gullet.

Understanding that I had reached my limit (for now, anyway), I slowly
backed off before I gagged.

I let my brother's hard-on slide half-way out of my mouth and then, inch by
inch, I sucked it back down to the same point. It felt so great that I did
it again. And again. I was comfortably taking almost eight inches of my
adored brother's massive cock in my mouth! I had never been more proud of
anything in my entire life.

"There you go, cocksucker," Cody murmured in a husky, domineering tone,
"swallow your Master's bone like a Bitch. Like a cock-hungry Boy-Whore."

Because I was, in fact, a cock-hungry Boy-Whore (who was currently
devouring the pecker of the guy he worshiped), I did exactly as my Master
ordered. I gave myself over to pure, animal lust and proceeded to give Cody
the most loving and intense blowjob I'd given to anyone thus far.

It was wet, and loud, and sloppy but it was also amazing and incredibly
satisfying. Each time I took his cock as deeply as I could handle, I felt
the top of his pubic bush tickle the tip of my nose. The exhilarating scent
of his guy-musk fueled my ardor, made my own hard-on throb and leak pre, as
I passionately worked to get him off. Making Cody cum was my sole,
all-consuming purpose. I wanted--needed--to please him.

After a few minutes of intense sucking, I had to pull myself completely off
of his cock to gasp a breath of air. "Oh, fuck, you little cocksucker,"
Cody groaned. "Don't you dare stop."

"Never," I mumbled before impaling my mouth on his boner once more, taking
it as deep as before. Once, twice, three times I repeated the process,
locking my gaze to his as I gulped and slurped on his dick, wanting him to
see how much I was loving this.

Every time the head of his cock slid into the top of my throat, the muscles
there would tighten and squeeze it, making my brother growl and moan with
masculine pleasure. "Ahhh...suck that dick...Hunter," he purred, "show me
you love...my fucking...mmm...cock in your...whore mouth. What
a...cock-sucking...ohhh...Boy-Bitch...you are."

I trembled and whimpered with carnal bliss at his words, relishing the
hitch in my dominant sibling's voice as he spoke them, taking enormous
satisfaction in the knowledge that he was so obviously enjoying the blowjob
I was passionately giving him.

Because I needed to take another deep breath, I pulled myself off his boner
just long enough to gulp some air, incoherently pant
"Love...Master's...cock", and then, just as quickly, gobble his delectable
dick down once more.

I wasn't sure if it was what I'd said, the feel of his boner sliding in and
out of my mouth, or a combination of the two, but Cody moaned loudly from
deep in his chest in response. "My Boy's a...dick-lover...a
fucking...pecker-slut," he growled. "Mmmm...suck that cock like...you want
my load...ahhh...in your damn mouth...Hunter."

That's absolutely what I wanted and, two minutes later, that's exactly what
I got.

The meaty head of my Master's dick was just cresting the back of my tongue
when I felt it swell, and the thick shaft stuffing my mouth to its limits
grew slightly more rigid; throbbing against my lips and tongue. From above
me, Cody crooned a triumphant, "Fuck, yeah, cocksucker," and proceeded to
flood my mouth with the creamy nut-nectar that I craved.

Like the other two helpings he'd fed me already that evening, it was a
massive payload of hot Alpha-spunk. I whined and trembled with unbridled
excitement as I continued to nurse on his pulsating boner, savoring and
voraciously swallowing every shot of luscious cum it delivered to me. The
experience was so intense that I sort of zoned-out for a time, running on
nothing more than primal lust. In that moment, I was little more than a
cocksucking wild animal.

Which might explain why, as my Master whispered an amazed "Holy fuck,
Boy-Bitch" and fired-off the last blast of his orgasm, I suddenly realized
that my nose was buried in his pubic bush, his nuts where pressed against
my chin, and that I could feel the fat head of his massive cock pulsing
deep in my throat. In the throes of passion, I'd actually swallowed Cody's
huge dick to its root!

For just a second or two, with my brother's cock sheathed to the hilt in my
mouth, we both froze in place. A wave of wonder and pride washed over me
and, as I looked into his eyes from where I knelt at his feet, I caught a
hint of those same emotions (along with a touch of Alpha satisfaction)
reflected back at me. It was awesome!

And, then, just as Wyatt shouted an impressed sounding "Damn, Bitch!",
nature and reflex kicked-in. The muscles of my throat began to spasm and I
started to panic.

Just before I began to choke, Cody's instinct to protect his baby brother
took over and he stepped back, drawing his hard-on--slick with spit, his
spunk, and my throat-slime--wetly from my mouth. Gasping and panting for
breath, I rested the top of my head against my Master's hip. He stroked my
hair tenderly as I recovered, softly murmuring, "It's okay, Hunter. I've
got you, Buddy. Just breathe and take a minute."

Truthfully, it didn't take very long for me to recover, but I enjoyed my
sibling's comforting touch and the genuine affection in his voice so much
that I milked it for an extra few moments. Finally, with a bashful grin on
my face, I glanced up at him and asked, "Did I do good, Master?"

His laugh made me shiver with joy. "Good? That was fucking incredible! I've
never had a chick blow me like you just did. You swallowed the whole damn
thing, Boy-Bitch."

"I've gotta admit," Wyatt added from beside us, "even I'm a little
impressed, Slut. It looks like your training is gonna be easier than I
thought." To Cody he said, "Camera's still running, Dude. Make the Bitch
clean the goo off your big-ole donkey pecker for the video."

Cody gave my head a gentle push in the direction of his dick and ordered,
"You heard the man, Boy. Finish the job you started."

"Of course, Master," I smiled, "your Bitch can't leave you with a sloppy
dick." Obediently, and with immense pleasure, I licked and sucked his
softening meat to thoroughly clean up the slimy mess we'd made of it. Even
semi-flaccid, my brother's cock was still way bigger than average. Because
it wasn't as hard as when we'd started, though, I was able to pack most of
it into my mouth as I lovingly performed my duty.

"Our Boy definitely loves sucking dick," Cody said to Wye as I knelt there,
tongue-washing his pecker like a devoted Boy-Whore.

"That's fucking obvious. The little fag can't get enough of it." There was
a brief pause before our middle brother added, "Honestly, him liking it so
much kinda takes some of the fun out of it for me."

Cody rolled his eyes and shot back, "He's a cocksucker, Dude. Of course he
likes it. You need to get over the goofy rivalry between the two of you and
just enjoy the fact that we have our own, honest-to-god, pet Bitch." He
patted my head. "I know that I'm loving the hell out of it. Just as much as
Hunter is."

The fact that they were discussing me in that fashion, like I wasn't worthy
of being part of the conversation, was more of a turn-on than I can
describe.

"Yeah, well, one of us has to remind the slut that that's all he is now. A
convenient mouth to stuff my boner into when my balls need emptying. I
don't give a shit what he likes, he just needs to blow me when I tell him
to."

"Somehow," our oldest brother chuckled, "I think that will just make him
like it more." Gently, my brother pushed my head away and said to me,
"Okay, it's clean enough, Hunter." Looking down at me with that sexy Big
Bad Wolf grin Cody asked, "Why do I get the feeling that you wouldn't stop
sucking my dick until I ordered you to stop, Boy-Bitch?"

Blushing just a touch, I nodded and answered honestly, "Because I wouldn't,
Master. I love it so much that I don't ever want to stop."

"Glad to hear it," his grin remained in place, but grew more feral at the
edges. The blatant lust in his expression, and the dominant force of the
words that followed, made me moan with submissive surrender and
overwhelming desire.

"Now that I know how great that hot mouth of yours feels on my pecker,
Boy-Bitch, you're going to be spending a lot of what used to be your free
time sucking on it. I promise you that." My adored older brother put his
hand under my chin and raised it so that I had to look him in the eyes as
he spoke, ensuring that I grasped how serious he was being. "You offered
yourself to me like a little, cocksucking whore, and I am taking you up on
it, Hunter. You're my property, now. I think we're both going to be really
happy about that, don't you?"

Submissive slut that I was, I could think of nothing that I wanted more
than to be owned--body and soul--by the dominant brother whom I worshiped
more than anyone I knew. As my dick throbbed with wanton desire, I answered
in the only way I possibly could:

"Yes, Master, I think you're absolutely right."