Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2017 19:52:19 +0100 From: TJD Nifty Subject: Younger-Brothers-Buddies-4 Younger-Brothers-Buddies-4 *** Nifty is a free service that can only be kept that way via donations from readers like yourself. If you like this story, or indeed any other story on here, please consider donating - however large or small. All characters in this story are of legal age for sexual activity based on their geographic location. If sexual activity between 16 year olds and older individuals is not legal in your place of residence or where you're accessing this story from, please stop reading now. *** "Aww, fuck yeah. Eat that ass, you disgusting piece of shit.", Josh said, lying face down on his bed, my nose and tongue buried deep inside the seventeen year old. It was a Saturday night and I'd been summoned over, having to make a last minute excuse and cancel my date with Ryan. A few weeks had passed since Josh had entered my own home and blackmailed me in to sucking his teenage cock and, true to his word, he'd used me as his personal slave ever since, both sexual and not. In the past three weeks alone I must have given him ten blowjobs or more, most of the time having my head roughly held in position while the young stud pumped at my mouth until busting his nut. He was also becoming more and more confident in what he'd demand from me and, in the last few days, he had started demanding rim-jobs from his "personal faggot". And luckily for Josh, he had all the privacy he needed when he wanted to use me. As the oldest sibling in his household, he stayed alone in the annex on the side of his house that his parents had transformed from a large double-garage to a small en-suite studio a few years previously. It housed a couple of sofas, a large television and games console and even his own mini-fridge. His double bed was placed in the far corner of the room - the same double bed that I now leaned over, tonguing at the inside of his hairless ass. He'd had me here plenty of times already, and he would cockily announce that "the only protection I need to worry about with a homo like you is locking my front door!", as he would laugh in my face. "If only your boyfriend could see you now hey, dude? Bet you didn't cancel by telling him you needed to get tongue deep in a high school kids ass.", he laughed to himself. My face burned red, but I carried on anyway, knowing what was best for me where Josh is concerned. The kid had showed over the last few weeks that he wasn't scared about showing me a bit of force if I stepped out of line and I'd already been on the receiving end of some of his punches. I won't lie, though - a lot of what the kid did to me made me feel hot - and I spent most of the time with a rock hard dick of my own. Something else that he made fun of me for. He grabbed his cellphone and dialled a number. "Oh, hey. Could I get a pizza delivery?", he said, reaching behind and grabbing my head with his other hand, forcing my nose further in to his ass crack. He gave his address and told them to deliver to the annex, ordering himself a 12" pepperoni pizza and a large bottle of coke, not once thinking or caring to ask if I wanted anything myself. *** Thirty minutes passed by and a knock startled us both. I took my tongue out of his hole. "Delivery!" Josh jumped off of the bed and started to put his shorts and t-shirt back on. I was already fully clothed - the only times I was allowed to take my own clothes off was when I was being degraded in some way. I sat on the couch, trying to look as casual as possible. "Step in in, man. I'll just grab the cash.", he said, opening the door to a good looking delivery boy. He looked around 19 years of age and had blond hair, similar to mine, but much shorter than my own. He also had a good body on him and looked like he was the type of kid to go running or swimming a lot. Josh put the pizza and coke on the side unit and handed him a $10 note. "Thanks a lot, man.", Josh said. "Uh, sorry little dude, but it's thirteen dollars and fifty cents.", the delivery boy said back. "What about the ten dollar deal that you do, man?", Josh demanded. "Nah, only of a weekday, dude. Not a weekend." Josh looked over at me. "Cash?", he snapped. I could see the delivery boy look slightly curious at the way that I'd just been spoken to. "I haven't sorry, Josh. Only got my card.", I weakly replied. "You take card?", Josh turned to the delivery guy. He shook his head. "Only over the phone when you order sorry, little guy.", he said. "Look, I'm sorry, but if you can't pay up then I'll have to take this stuff back. My manager is real strict about it." "Uh, yeah, no problem bro. Sorry for the bother!", Josh said back, clearly pissed off that he wouldn't be getting his pizza. The delivery guy nodded, picked up the stuff and headed for the door. Just as he was leaving, Josh looked over at me with a wicked grin on his face. My heart sank. "Wait up, bro! Come back!" The delivery boy turned back. "What now?" he asked, clearly put out by the whole thing. "What other payment methods do you take?", Josh asked. "I already told you, bro! Only cash at the door!", the delivery guy shot back. He was becoming more and more impatient. "What about brojobs, man? You must get offered head sometimes?", Josh eyed him. My face burned red and I'd be surprised if they both couldn't hear my heart pounding from across the room. "Dude! You're either hiding a chick in there, or you're coming on to me! I'm not gay, and you're too young for me.", he turned for the door again. "Not me, man! That worthless faggot over there! Trust me, he was eating my ass out just before you got here.", Josh protested. He seemed pissed off that he'd been accused of being gay. The delivery kid eyed me suspiciously, a hint of embarrassment on his face, but still enough interest to keep him from walking away. "What's the deal, bro? You enjoy sucking dick or something?", he asked me from across the room. I nodded my head weakly, looking down towards the ground. Heck, the kid was great looking, but that still didn't stop me from feeling used and degraded by the whole situation. I tried my best not to let my eyes fill with tears. He carried on staring at me and I could tell that he was weighing everything up in his head, still not sure of his decision. "I don't know, man", he said to Josh. "Why would a guy want to blow another guy off? And he looks older than us. Is he high or drunk or something? Cos I don't wanna be getting any rape suits brought against me." "Naw, he's not high or drunk, bro. You'd think he would be to do shit like this, but that's just because he's a fag. Trust me - watch this", Josh said, walking over towards me. He looked down at me and started rubbing his dick through his shorts. "Our friend here is worried that you don't want to be doing this, fag, so I'll give you two clear choices. You can walk out of that door and never come back, or you can get on your filthy knees and start smelling my junk." My heart said run for the door. But my head remembered the blackmail that Josh had threatened me with in the past. I slipped to my knees and pressed my nose in to Josh's shorts. He grabbed the back of my head and rubbed it in to his hard lump. "Yeahhhhhh. See, I told you, man. He's a total fag for dick!", Josh looked towards the delivery guy. "Fuck it, man! Ten dollars and some head and the pizza is yours!", the delivery guy shut the door. *** Next thing I knew I was on my knees, my head in between the thighs of the sexy delivery kid as he sat on the sofa. His hand was gently on my head, guiding it as I bobbed up and down on his dick. And what a dick it was. At least eight inches long and also thick, I was struggling to get it all in my mouth. "This is some good head thanks, kid!", he stretched himself out. For a moment I thought that he was thanking me, which made me feel a little better about my self and less embaressed.. but then he looked over at Josh and gave him a wink. My face began to burn red once more. "Anytime you need some free pizza, give me a shout and we'll work something out!", he said to Josh, not even acknowledging my presence. Josh laughed, stuffing another piece of his pizza in to his mouth. "Sure thing, man! You're not doing it right, though. Make the bitch take more of your junk!" The delivery guy didn't need to be offered twice. He took a tighter grip of my hair, hurting my head, and forced his entire length right down my throat. His trimmed pubes tickled my nose. Usually I'd have gagged or choked at being treated so roughly, however Josh had made me quite the acquaintance to it over the last few weeks with days on end of him forcing me to take more and more of his cock. He'd also ordered dildos and other things off of the internet to make me practice on, making me feel even more stupid and degraded in front of the high school kid. "Whoa! He can take it all!", the delivery guy shouted, beaming from cheek to cheek. "I don't think I've ever had all of my dick taken at once!" "Nahhh, that's because you're used to chicks, bro. They have some self respect. Luckily for us, this pervert doesn't!", Josh replied. They both laughed. "I could stay here all night getting head like this, man, but I have to leave in a minute otherwise my boss will go crazy. Can I turn the heat up a little more?", he asked Josh. "Ha, turn the heat up as much as you like, bro!", came the reply, as he stuffed the final piece of his pizza in to his mouth. Without even warning me or asking me to move, he roughly stood up, forcing me to fall back. Knowing what was good for me, I lifted myself back to my knees and took the young guys cock back in to my mouth. And turn the heat up he did. Using both hands, he took fist fulls of my hair and began to pump away at my face. All in. All out. All in. All out. He repeated this for the next thirty seconds or so, showing no respect at all for me, and treating my mouth like it was a girls pussy instead. Finally, he went all in again and grabbed at my hair real hard. I winced with the pain. "Ugh! Fuck. Yeah. Swallow it, dude!", he said, pulling his dick further out of my throat. The last few spurts of his salty load filled my mouth. Obediently, I swallowed. "Thanks for that, dude!", again, looking over at Josh instead of down at me. "Any time you like, bro!", Josh walked over and fist-bumped him. "Say, I don't suppose I could use the bathroom before I leave? I always need a piss after busting my nut.", he asked. "Sure thing, bro. I'd offer you to piss on the fag but I want him to stay dry so that I can finish off when you leave", Josh replied. The delivery boy couldn't hide the level of shock and disgust on his face. "Nooooo! Don't tell me he gets pissed on, man!", he blurted out. "I've only done it to him the once myself, bro, when I needed to remind him of his place. But even if it was his first time, it won't be his last!", Josh laughed to himself. The delivery guy laughed along with him and high-fived him. "Points to you, dude! Points to you!" Tears began to fill my eyes and I fought hard to stop them streaming down my face, not wanting to give the two jocks even more reason to laugh at me. Why would Josh have told him that? What could he possibly get out of it? "Thanks, man! Hey, I need to run over to my `rents place later and grab some toilet paper, so I haven't got any for you to wipe your nob on when you finish. The least I can do is let you use the bitches face to wipe the excess on.", Josh continued. The pizza boy walked towards the bathroom laughing. Josh clicked his fingers at me and pointed. I crawled after him on my knees - a part of me more ashamed than I'd ever been in my life, yet another part of me harder than it had ever been in its life. *** He unzipped his jeans and slipped out that perfect penis again. The one that, only moments before, had been fully down my throat. A heavy stream of golden piss started to come out of it, making a loud splash as it hit the bottom of the toilet bowl. I stayed on my knees, my head bowed down in complete shame at being treated like this by anybody; not to mention two guys who were both my junior. Ten or so seconds later, the stream stopped. But instead of wiping it with paper or flapping it around a little, the pizza guy turned to me with a superior grin on his face. Using one hand, he grabbed at my hair and, using the other hand, he started to wipe his damp dick across my cheeks. It wouldn't have surprised me if he could feel how hot they were, completely burning with humiliation. He moved it from cheek to cheek, leaving a small trail of piss between them. Then, using his finger and his thumb to squeeze the end of his cocks head, he squeezed the last drop directly on to my lips. I held them tightly together, determined not to taste it, reserving any self-respect at all that I had the right to claim. He looked down at me and laughed again. "Laters, you fucking loser!", he said, before walking out of the door. *** "Fucking get back in here, queer! I want you to blow me while I watch some porn!", Josh shouted from the other room. It must have been five minutes or more since the delivery guy left, and I'd been frozen on my knees, trying to make sense of what my life had become. Not wanting to anger him, I crawled back in. He was sat on the sofa, in the same spot the delivery guy had been only ten minutes before, with a porno playing on his television: a young, skinny blonde girl giving a blowjob to a college jock. Not very different from the scene that was actually about to play out. The duvet from his bed was beside him. I knew what that meant. "Get your faggot face in between my knees so that I can throw this over you, pervert! I want to imagine that it's that little blonde piece sucking on my nuts instead of your ugly mug!" I crawled the final few inches. The sooner I got to work and finished him off, the sooner my ordeal and shame could be over and I could cry myself to sleep. I took his cock in to my mouth and felt him throw the duvet over me - something he'd done to me a few times previously. *** As it turned out, however, my ordeal for the night certainly wasn't over. And neither was my shame. About fifteen minutes in to the blowjob and just as I thought Josh was getting ready to bust his nut, the front door burst open. The front door? Open? FUCK! He must have forgotten to lock it when the delivery guy left. He bolted up a little and his dick hit the back of my throat. The duvet, however, still covered me completely, which was lucky for me as the voice I heard sent tingles running down my spine and all of my blood rushing to my face. "Wassup, man! Thought I'd drop in and see if you needed some company..", came the voice of my 17 year old brother Kevin. There was a brief pause in which Kev must have taken in the scene in front of him: a porno on the television, his best friend sat fully naked and covered only by a duvet, and a human sized object clearly placed underneath it. "Whoaaaa! Fuck dude! Looks like you've already got company! Who the fuck is she!?" Right there and then, at that moment in time, I honestly wished I was dead, and my own cock became completely flaccid. Josh's cock, though, which was still sat in my mouth, seemed to be getting harder and harder. *** Feedback always welcomed. tjd.nifty@gmail.com