Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 03:38:47 +0200 From: Anonymous Anonymous Subject: Little Brother Takes Control (scat) WARNING: This story contains brief brutality between a son/father. It depicts hardcore anal sex, foot worship, scat ingestion, and more material that some people might find uncomfortable. You have been warned. ------------------------------------------ My younger brother, who was only fifteen, was a serious powerhouse. I didn't really notice before, because he lived with my mom whereas I lived with my dad, but since they were getting back together, they both moved in with us. I'll be honest; I hadn't seen Hunter in about three years. I'm eighteen now, and a senior in high school, whereas he is only a freshman. But, his age doesn't matter.. 'cause when I said he's a powerhouse, I meant it. I always get nervous whenever he talks to me, because I'm afraid he'll get pissed off and go berserk on me. You see, he's known for his anger problems. He tore a guy to pieces last year for not holding a door open for my mom. But, that's just the thing; I shouldn't be afraid of Hunter. I know how he is, even if I haven't really talked to him for the past three years. He's always been very protective of me, and he probably wouldn't lay a hand on me no matter how pissed he was. It was still scary, though, to see his hairy calves flex as he walked around the house, or to hear the house creak as his big feet, supporting his 180lb muscled body, found their way around the house. He was really serious all the time, but then again, we all were, really. The reason my parents split up in the first place was because my dad abused my mom. Now that they're getting back together, we didn't know what to think. The first thing Hunter did when he got home was forced me to sit down and tell me if dad had been hurting me. I told a few white lies, because I didn't want to think of what my brother could do to my dad if he got pissed. My dad is an average guy, but Hunter was just too strong for him. The truth was that my dad always came home drunk. He always talked down to me, and also often threw things at me. I'd get hurt every now and then, but nothing serious. There was nothing I could do about it, though. I'm 18, yet I'm only 130lbs. I'm a lanky guy. Barely any body hair, my pits and balls never stink because I barely produce any tesosterone.. I'm sure you know the kind. I have a really cute face, but that's all I had going for me. It was a Friday night, and we heard the front door shut and my dad's car roar out of the driveway. My mom was out visiting her girlfriends, so it was just me and Hunter. "Hey, Tristan," Hunter said to me. "My feet are aching. I had a five hour Muay Thai training session with my trainer today. Wanna give me some relief?" Indeed, he was still wearing his silky black shorts that he always sparred in. To most people, this would seem odd; a 15 year old asking his 18 year old brother to give him a foot massage. But, Hunter and I aren't 'most people'. To begin with, I knew that it was more of a command, and not a request. He was just nice enough to sugarcoat it. Secondly, it wasn't exactly secret to Hunter that I liked his feet. They were big. And I mean big. Mine are about a size eleven, but his are a whopping size sixteen. How does that work exactly, him being younger and all? I didn't know. His feet also wear always sweaty and dirty. Hunter is a jock. He kickboxes, he does Muay Thai, he plays rugby.. anything. You name it, he does it. He always worked up a soreness for me to massage out. "I'd love to." I smiled at him and crawled onto his bed. He was laying back with his head on his pillow in his king sized bed. "Want me to cross my feet?" he asked with a slight grin. "Yes, please." I gave him a little smile as I laid down at the foot of his bed. He crossed his feet, and I stared in awe as his strong calves touched each other. My brother was really a sight to behold. I got to work immediately. I knew not to keep Hunter waiting. The thing about Hunter's feet is that they are always warm. Maybe it's because he's always either in a grass field playing football, running barefoot around the block, or because he never wears socks, so the sweat builds up on his feet in his shoes. Whatever it was, I loved it. His skin was so tough that you could take a needle to his foot and the needle would break in half. My hands were small and weak. I was surprised I was able to do a good job, really, but I knew that he liked the way I rubbed his big toes by the way he kicked his head back and moaned softly. "Does that feel good?" I asked meekly. "Oh, fuck yes." he groaned softly, his deep voice shaking the walls. After about fifteen minutes of massaging, he put his legs around my shoulders and easily pulled me close to him in one swift motion. "Tristan," he started, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy. "Little guys like you are priceless. You're so fragile," he continued, putting a big hand around my small arms and pulling me into an embrace. "Anyone could have their way with you." he wrapped his thighs around my ribcage. "But you're mine, you understand that? No one's gonna touch you." he whispered in my ear as he traced my cheek with his finger. "That includes our alcoholic father." I suddenly felt myself turn cold. Did Hunter know that I lied to him? "Words can't cover up your bruises, baby." he said quietly, his breath fresh. "I-i.." I started to stumble, trying to find the words to say. "Shh.." he put a finger over my lips. "It'll all be over before you know it." "What are you going to do?" I asked, feeling kind of scared. Just then, I heard my dad's roaring engine enter the driveway. "Stay put." Hunter told me as he got off the bed. He took off the tank top he was wearing to reveal a solid layer of muscles protecting his body. All he was wearing now were the black shorts he always fought in. "Please Hunter.." I started, getting a sick feeling in my stomach. "Tristan.. I'm already getting pissed off. Don't push me." he said seriously, with his huge back turned to me. "I have a job to do. I'll be back sooner than you think." with that, he left the room. I heard things being knocked over in the kitchen, as well as Hunter's heavy footsteps as he walked downstairs. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I heard my dad say in his drunken stupor. Hunter was back in the room one minute later, holding my dad in a fierce chokehold. I instantly got scared. I don't know what I was afraid of. Dad couldn't hurt me now that Hunter was there. Dad wasn't in any position to hurt anyone. Yet, I still felt scared. Out of habit, maybe? I don't know. "See him?" Hunter asked my dad firmly. "See that beautiful face?" he asked, forcing my dad to look in my direction. "That's my brother, bitch." Hunter said loudly as he roughled slammed our dad to the ground. "Did that hurt?" Hunter said as my dad laid on the ground groaning in pain. "Why the fuck should I care? You never had mercy on Tristan." Hunter walked over to my dad and put his feet on either side of my dad's head. "Look here," he started. "In about three seconds, I could twist your head completely around and snap your neck to pieces. Don't think for a second that I'm not capable of it." My dad whimpered pathetically. I felt myself growing hard from seeing this. I also felt butterflies from my brother defending me. "But, I'm not gonna let you off that easy." Hunter said. "No.. not at all. The thing about me is, I love submission holds. Oh man, I love 'em. You're about to see just how much I love having a guy under my thumb. But, just to be fair, I'll let you have a free shot on me. Then it's going to be an all out fist fight. You hearing me?" Hunter lightly tapped his foot on dad's cheek. "Now stand up." Hunter ordered my dad. "One hit. I won't even try to block it." I felt scared for Hunter. What did he think he was doing? I understood he was powerful, but he wasn't impervious to pain. I winced as I saw my dad's knee collide with Hunter's bulging package, but Hunter didn't. My jaw dropped in pure amazement as Hunter just stood there and laughed. It's as though he didn't even feel it. "That was pretty weak." Hunter said. "Let me try." I flinched as Hunter threw a roundhouse kick so fast that my dad was facedown on the ground before I knew it. "I'm gonna turn any stomach muscle you have to mush." Hunter said darkly as he put all of the power of his massive back into his punches. My dad tried to get up, but Hunter just stood on top of him. There was no way dad could overthrow all 180lbs of Hunter's weight to escape. "Dear god..." I heard my dad groan as he coughed up blood. "Does that hurt bitch?" Hunter asked as he started backhanding our dad in the face. "Please just let me go!" he cried out, still slurring his words. "I'll give you a chance to escape. Here's how it's gonna work." Hunter said. He took off his silky black shorts so that all he was wearing were flimsy boxers, which did nothing to hide his sweaty balls. I could see pubes spread everywhere around his package, all the way up to his belly button. Maybe even more exciting was the sheer mass of his thighs and quads. I nearly fainted at the sight of them. "Alright," Hunter started as he grabbed my dad's head and stuck it tightly between his thighs. "If you can escape without passing out, I'll let you go. However, if you pass out, I'm going to rape you." "No!!" my dad started practically screaming. I jumped back as Hunter's deep 15 year old voice boomed over my dad's. "You don't have a fucking choice! You became my bitch the second you laid your filthy hands on my baby! Do you fucking understand me!? If you don't cooperate, I'll piss in your mouth, now shut the hell up and struggle like the bitch you are." I nearly came at Hunter's outburst. The room got dead quiet as my dad dared not speak. Almost as if on cue, Hunter started flexing his legs really hard. Instantly, our dad's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he tried to scream. He couldn't, though; he was out of breath. He brought his hands up and tried to grip one of Hunter's legs, but they were so big that he couldn't even get his hands around half of it. I saw my dad dig his nails into Hunter's skin, and Hunter just yelled in euphoria. "Oh fuck yeah, bitch. Digs those nails into my skin. What you don't fucking know is that you're just gonna end up breaking them on my rock solid muscles. You don't fucking understand. I'M YOUR DADDY!" Hunter yelled loudly. I started stroking myself in ecstasy as I watched my younger brother completely crush my Dad. Hunter's legs got so pumped up that I could no longer see my dad's head. It was lost between Hunter's huge quads. After about ten minutes of squeezing, Hunter suddenly released his grip and my dad's head fell to the floor with a thump. He was out like a rock, and all I could do was stare. Hunter stood up. His legs weren't tired at all from what it looked like, and he walked over to my naked self. He picked me up and held me against his chest. "Did you like that?" he asked me before giving me a strong kiss on the neck. "Oh god, yes." I said. "You know what I'd like more?" "What's that?" he asked me, looking into my eyes. "For you to rip apart my pussy without any mercy." I said, halfway in a daze. "You're asking for it. Get on it." he said as he took off his small boxers and laid back on the bed. I stared in disbelief as his huge, veiny cock sprang to attention. It was at least twice the size as mine, and much thicker. The smell of his balls almost knocked me off my feet, but I didn't have time for that. I got on top of his cock cowboy style, and started to slowly sit on it. "None of that." he said as he slammed me down on it. I yelled out in a mixture of pain and satisfaction as I felt his warm cock enter my pussy. "If you scream, I'll fuck you harder." Hunter whispered to me. "Let me do all the work.. you just let your hands wander." he told me as he put his big hands around my waist. He began to lift me and slam me back down on his cock repeatedly. I moaned like a little slut would, and let my small hands squeeze the thighs that had just crushed my dad, who now laid unconscious on the floor. "Harder! Please Hunter!" I yelled out. "You got it." he growled as he began slamming me up and down faster and faster. I felt my anal tissue being ripped apart by his monster cock but I didn't care. "Oh god damn!" I yelled out as he continued to rape my tight hole. In the middle of our brutal sex, I heard my bedroom door close. Hunter did, too, because he lifted me off his cock and threw me on the bed. Not bothering to put on any clothes, he ran out of the room and chased after my dad. "Oh shit!" I heard my dad say. My brother came in, carrying my dad over his shoulder, and threw him to the ground like he had before. This time, though, he wasn't wasting any time. He was so angry that I could hear his short, impatient breaths. I saw him slam his fists into my dad's face. "I never told you you could fucking leave." Hunter's deadly voice sounded throughout the room. "Now stay there. You're next, but I won't be so gentle with you." Hunter came back to bed and picked me up. He was so pissed off, and it was strangely turning me on. "Hunter.. I want to see you shit on dad. Please?" I asked. "Seriously?" he asked, although he didn't sound repulsed. "He deserves it.." I said, pointing out the bruises where my dad had squeezed my ass a bit too hard. Hunter suddenly got serious again and I knew I was gonna get what I wanted. "Get up." he told my dad. My dad didn't dare disobey, but he had a look of pure terror on his face. He must have overheard our conversation. "Come on, baby." he said to me. Hunter forced Dad to enter the bathroom first, and he made me enter after him so he would be between my dad and me. Hunter easily threw my dad to the ground. He then placed his big, muscular ass on top of Dad's face so that he was essentially sitting on top of him. "Smell that hairy ass?" Hunter taunted. "I took a huge shit today and didn't bother wiping. I hope you like it." "Want me to fart?" Hunter asked me. "Oh god, yes please." I said. "This might knock you out. Sorry if it does." he said to me as he let out about six huge farts. I heard Dad trying to scream, but he couldn't get any words out. "Oh shit, I feel the heavy shit comin on." Hunter groaned. I prepared for it, because I knew the smell was going to be strong. Hunter always took big shits. He never takes small shits. My dad tried screaming yet again as the huge logs of shit dropped all over his face and into his mouth. Hunter closed his eyes and moaned as the last big log of shit left his body. "I'm gonna stand up, and if you spit out any of that shit, I will force you to drink from the toilet for three hours straight." Hunter said. "Wanna go back to the bed and finish what we started?" Hunter looked into my eyes and asked. "Please baby, just do it here." I said as I jumped up in his arms. He sat on the sink and lifted me on top of his cock like he had done before. "No mercy." I whispered in his ear. With that, he began to fuck me harder. As he started fucking me faster, he shoved my face into his hairy pits. Most fifteen year olds don't have much pit hair, but his pits were COVERED. I got a good whiff of his man sweat as his cock brutalized my pussy. "I'm about to come!" he yelled as he threw me against a wall and turned me around. "Take my cock you scrawny bitch." he growled into my ear. "Oh dear god!" I yelled. I grabbed onto the towel rack as he lifted up my skinny legs and started powerfucking my hole. "I want it! I want it! Oh god yes Hunter!" I cried out as he fucked me harder. "This is why I'm the fucking man and you're the bitch!" he yelled. Testosterone was surging through his body as he basically raped me. "Oh fuck yeah, I'm coming!" he yelled as his huge cock shot bursts of cum into my tiny hole. There was so much that it was overflowing out of my pussy and onto the floor. He still wasn't done coming, so he pulled it out and spun me around. It got all over my face and the walls before the shots of cum finally died down. "You're such a good boy." he smiled at me weakly as his big cock was still pulsating. "Oh daddy." he moaned to me as he collapsed at my feet. "Your turn..." Hunter said, looking at my dad. "Oh god no..." my dad started to break down as he ran into the corner of the bathroom, putting his arms over his head as if to shelter him. "No you don't, bitch. Your ass is mine." he said in a deadly tone as he locked the door. All I remember hearing is the dark whimpers of my dad, before the exhaustion of getting powerfucked by my jock of a brother knocked me out.