Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2011 00:01:50 +0000
From: Matt Jachich <wickedboi@windowslive.com>
Subject: Becoming my big brothers bitch (Chapters 1 - 5)

Story codes: M/m, MM/m, MF/m, chastity, drug-use, humilaition, piss.
Author: wickedboi@windowslive (love to hear from nasty tops)

This story is ENTIRELY fictional and is definitely not based on anything
real. In no way do I endorse this behaviour - it is just a crazy fantasy i
had in which I absolutely no way endorse in real life.  All characters are
entirely fictional.

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I am 28, white male, skinny 5'9, 165 lbs.  Brown eyes and brown hair,
smooth body.  I am fairly wealthy - up until I lost my job that is.  At the
same time as losing my job, my wife walked out on me too, taking with her
more than half of my money and telling me she never loved me in the first
place.  The bad economy saw me losing my job as a young sales manager for a
large company.  My wife took my apartment and I had no friends or
family...apart from my older brother.

Hes 35, muscular, alpha male jock.  He's a builder by trade, so strong and
tanned - gets all the girls.   Drinks beer, bullied me as a kid, and over
the past few years I hadnt had much contact with him.

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I rang him up and he told me he had a spare room for me and that I could
stay as long as I wanted.

I moved in and he showed me to my room.  It was a small study, barely big
enough to move around in, but I was thankful.

It was late on that first Friday night that he started to own me - and I
had no idea how much he was going to destroy me, own me and use me over the
coming weeks.

"Thanks so much for letting me stay bro" I said to him, while sitting on
the couch drinking beer.  He was watching sport on TV, something I hate,
but in his house I was forced to watch.

"Anything for my little bro" he said, emphasising the world 'little' and
grinning as he finished off his beer, belching loudly.  He is so manly.  Im
not femme but Im clean shaven and tidy and not into sport or drinking beer
normally.  He stood up, wearing his shorts and white wife beater.  His
pecs, biceps all veiny and powerful and mostly smooth, but some chest light
brown chest hair in the middle and on his abs...his light brown hair and
green eyes and tan making him look like a God.  I often thought about him
while jacking off, just because Im perhaps bisexual and he was so manly.
Everything that Im not.

He goes into the kitchen and comes back with two beers.  Making me finish
off my other one (only half done).  So i drink it back fast as he hands me
the cold bottle and sitting down.  "OK bro, so how come someone as rich as
you needs to move in with me?" he asked.  "Well Angela took all my money
when she left me. She got half of everything but she had manipulated me to
word our estate so that if we split she ended up with the house.  I have
80K to my name, and my Audi and clothes.  Thats it".

My bro laughed.  "That's it? Fuck bro, 80K and an Audi is a lot.  Why
didn't you just use some of that money to live in a rental?"

"I just feel so heartbroken and so down on life...I need to be around you
bro, you're all I've got.  I just want a 'home' to live in until my heart
mends and I find work again.  I'll pay rent and I'll cook and clean for
you".

My bro drank his beer in silence.  Then said "OK, rent is $500 a week"

"Fuck bro, that's really expensive!" I said.

"You can move out if you don't like it.  But I need the money man, this
fucked economy is hurting my business too".

"OK bro, $500 a week it is. And I'll cook and clean while you're at work.
I just need time out from the workforce and finding love".

My bro looked at me...grinning a little, then finishing his second beer.  I
had barely sipped my new one.  His grin looked a little unfriendly I
thought, but figured he was letting me live with him.

We carried on watching sport on TV - NFL was on.  He got up to get another
beer.  What I didn't know about my brother was that he had always hated me.
Our parents had always looked after me and gave me money.  My brother
resented that.  He had LOVED bullying me as a kid.  What I didnt know was
that after he'd beaten me up, or spit on my face or humiliated me in front
of his buds or his girlfriend, he would then go off and either jack off a
big powerful jock load of cum - or fuck his gfs hard and bare.  He was a
horn dog, and hurting and humiliating me made him feel so powerful - and
made him feel like he was getting me back.

It was always just me and my bro and our parents.  But my parents were very
wealthy and ended up moving overseas and we grew distant from them.  A few
years ago they were both killed in a car crash in Europe and much to our
shock they left all their money to my older bro.  He used it invest in his
nice home and his building business - which employs a few other people. I
didn't get a cent - our parents expected my brother to give me my fair
share.  He never did - and told me he was protecting it for me.  It was
obvious he was loving spending it.  But because I had done well
financially, up until this past month, I had let it go and allowed him to
have it all.  But now I was resentful and he had all the power.  A good
job, plenty of money, and all the looks.  I, on the other hand, was a
failure.  Although I knew it would be easy for me to find work again soon -
as I was a very good sales manager.  I didn't know that my brother had
other plans for me.

Mark returned with another beer for me.  "Fuck you drink slowly" he said,
as he handed me the next beer.  I said nothing, feeling a bit pathetic for
drinking so slowly.  I normally drink expensive wines or the best vodkas
and whiskeys.  I drank faster to keep him happy - no idea why, but I guess
I am always trying to please my bro.  On the rare times hes given me a
compliment it's always made me feel so good inside. I constantly try to
please, but usually fail.  I feel so girly compared to him (even though Im
not fem).  Im wearing skin tight jeans and a simple t-shirt.  Im wearing
black work socks.  My bro on the other hand is wearing sporty shorts and
thick work socks (grey/brown colour).  He wears boxers and boxer briefs and
I find his dirty clothes all over the house.  His wife beater is covered in
grease and oil and dirt.  While he's a builder he's also a handyman he
loves to work on his car.  I, on the other hand, don't even know how to
change the oil in my car without fucking it up.

The rest of the night was uneventful.  We drank a dozen beers between us in
just a couple hours.  I was feeling drunk but also really happy and warm
inside.  My bro was being so good to me in his tough manly way.  What I
didn't know at the time was that he had started to spike my drink with
trace amounts of cocaine and higher amounts of viagra.  We both went to bed
around 1am.  I had an amazing sleep and felt so great the next day,
although a bit seedy from the beers.  I was feeling a bit horny but was too
tired to jack off - I'll do it tomorrow I'm sure.

CHAPTER 2

All day Saturday my brother worked outside in the hot sun doing work to the
house and to his car and work truck.  I sat inside on the internet on my
laptop.  I was feeling a bit shaky, like a withdrawal, but figured my body
was just dealing with a hangover from beer - something I dont normally a
drink a lot of.  At lunch I made my brother a big steak sandwich and a beer
and served it to him outside.  His body looked amazing.  Big pecs with just
a hint of hair in the middle running down to his belly button and into his
pubes.  His thighs muscular as were his legs.  He's not a muscle giant,
just strong and built.  He was so sweaty and I absorbed it all...wanting to
jack off to this image later when I was in bed.

He didnt thank me, just ate his food and drank his beer in silence.  He
told me to clean the house and do his laundy - this time he said please.
He went back to work and cleaned up his dishes.  is bedroom was a MESS.
Dirty clothes everywhere.

I heard Mark start up the lawnmower on this hot summer's afternoon.  I
started picking up his clothes...at least three trips from his room to the
laundry.  On my last trip to the laundry a pair of his dirty socks, undwear
and shorts caught my eye.  He has so many clothes...would he notice if I
stole some? It might sound weird, but the thought of jacking off wearing
his clothes made me feel SO much more manly.  To be a bit more like my
bro...maybe that will make my 6" uncut dick bigger? Maybe it will make me
shoot more cum?  Maybe I'll look more manly and feel more confident?  I
dont know why I did it...but I stole a pair of his thick, smelly, man socks
and his dirty underwear - which smelt of piss and sweat even from a
distance.  And a pair of his shorts, dark blue football/rugby ones.

My heart was racing as I hid them under my pillow in my bedroom and started
doing all his laundry.

It took me all afternoon to do the washing and tidy the house.  By 6pm my
bro came inside, looking sweaty and exhausted.  He went and had a shower
while I got him a beer for us both and put ESPN on for him.

He came out of the shower in just his towel...all wet and tanned and
muscular.  My dick semi as I watched him walk through the house...I was
already excited about jacking off tonight.  My dick seemed to get so hard
so fast today (due to the secret dosage of viagra).  I was also CRAVING
beer (because of the small amount of cocaine secretly placed in it last
night).

Mark put on a pair of shorts and some white socks and sat down on the
couch, while I sat on the chair next to him.  "Thanks for the beer bro -
and for tidying up.  You can stay as long as you like!" he laughed and
drank his beer in one go.  I drank mine fairly quickly too, wanting to feel
as good as I did last night.  My brother went back into the
kitchen...keeping an eye on me he opened my beer and slipped in a viagra
and a tiny amount of coke.  His own huge 9.5"uncut meat throbbed a little.
He was a sick fucker and I had no idea.  He fucks girls but has no problem
with the thought of fucking me.  He hates me but loves having me as his
bitch.

He walks out and hands it to me, grinning.  "Here bro, you polished that
last one off pretty fast".

"Haha thanks man.  Sorry its just that Ive been craving this all day.  I
have no idea why, i dont normally drink beer".  Mark turns up the sport and
we drink.  He tells me to get dinner ready, so I get up and go to the
kitchen to make a big roast meal - his choice.  As I finish my beer I can't
help but notice my dick getting hard in my jeans.  What the fuck is wrong
with me?!  Why am I getting hard?  After an hour of prepping and getting my
bro 3 other beers, it's finally up to the oven to do the rest of the work.
"I'm gonna take a shower bro" I say.  He nods and doesnt stop watching TV.

I get in the shower and immediately start yanking my rock hard small dick.
I have no idea why im so hard or so horny as my secret drugs work their
magic.  I start jacking off.

Mark suspects what I'm doing and purposely waits 5 mins.  He wants to mind
fuck with me big time - its all a huge power trip for him.  Just as I feel
like I'm about to cum he knocks on the door.  "Hey bud you might want to
hurry up, I'm too busy watching the game to watch the dinner too".  He
smiles as he realises I am no doubt frustrated beyond belief.  "Umm....yeah
ok bro" I say, sounding disappointed.  "Good boy" he says in a controlling,
patronising way.  I turn off the shower, looking at my rock hard cock.  I
realise I'll have to wait until later.

I shove it back in my jeans and push it down with my underwear so that my
hard on goes down my smooth skinnyish thigh.  I head back into the kitchen,
noticing that everything is cooking just fine. Kinda pissed that my brother
rushed me.  "I've got you another beer" he says, patting on the couch next
to him.

This one has XTC slipped in it.

I walk in and sit down next to him.  It's such a hot evening that my bro is
already sweating again, top off, just in his shorts and socks.  "Sorry to
rush you bro, I just didn't want to have dinner ruined after you worked so
hard" he lied to me.  "Its ok bro, Im all clean now" I say.  "Except for
the new drug addiction I'm giving you" my older brother thought to himself.
"Good man" he said to me, clinking his beer bottle with mine.  "Drink up
buddy, we've both worked hard today".  We drank and watched sport.  Im
feeling more and more horny and out of it as we watch the NFL.  My brother
keeps pointing out the strongest players...pointing out their pecs or
thighs or abs or biceps.  "You could do with some exercise" he says to
me. "You're kinda puny".  His words make me feel even weaker.  "Yeah I know
bro, wish I was more like you".  He grins.  "Me and Ross (his best bud) are
building a gym in the basement.  You want to check it out?"  "Sure" I said.

We both get up...my head feeling light and the room feeling a bit fuzzy.

We head down into the basement.  It's dark with concrete walls and a
concrete floor.  There are two expensive black leather couches and a huge
widescreen TV and stereo.  There's also a computer for some reason.  There
are various benches and weights and some equipment I didn't recognise.
There was a dirty old mattress in the corner, a shower with with no walls -
just a shower and drain in the floor.  Next to it was a toilet, again no
walls or privacy.  Mark tells me they haven't finished it yet (even though
they have).

"Fuck man this room is gonna look so cool when it's finished" I say.  "Why
do you say that?" asked Mark.  "Just all this flash equipment.  Whats with
the couches and mattress and computer?" i asked.  "The mattress is one Ross
found.  Its pretty gross and dirty but we have it on the floor in case you
need to lie down and click your back etc".  I thought it sounded odd but
figured what the hell do I know about working out.  "The leather couches
are for my buds.  We all work out in here sometimes, and coz i'm their boss
it makes sense for them to do it all at my place - its a perk of the job
for them to have a free gym".  "Wow that's pretty cool" I say.  "The
computer is so we can watch exercise vids online and the TV is so we can
watch DVDs or just watch sport while we're working out.  Ross is getting us
a beer fridge too, which he should be delivering tomorrow".

The room has no windows and has a smell to it...piss, sweat, dank.  My cock
is still hard but I've managed to keep it hidden down my thigh...lucky for
me (or unlucky) it's not too huge.

We go back upstairs...the whole time I'm thinking about jacking off in the
basement when Mark is at work on Monday.  I don't know why but it seemed
like a sexy dungeon to jack off in, perhaps I could wear my bro's clothes
and pretend im him.  Fuck, i was getting soooo horny.

I served up dinner, my face flushed the whole time from the secret dose of
drugs.  After dinner, now 10pm, my brother grabs the whiskey and pours us
both glasses.  He slips more coke into mine..and has a little himself.

"Hey bro could you do me a favour, could you rub my neck and shoulders for
me?" Mark asked - indicating to where he was sore.

I felt my tiny dick harden more.  "Um...yeah sure bro" i say, feeling a bit
weirded out.  I sit closer to him.  "It's not going to work with you
sitting next to me...stand behind the couch and rub me from there" he
orders.  I do as he says, feeling good that my hardon will be hidden.  I
start to rub his sweaty rock hard neck and shoulders.  He moans as I rub
him...he tells me Im good at this, maybe I should be a massage therapist.
I tell him I prefer being a sales manager, laughing.  My bro doesnt
laugh...just closes his eyes and enjoys me rubbing.  He tells me to rub his
biceps too.  I do as he says...my dick is so hard precum is leaking through
my jeans...and i dont normally leak much pre.  In fact i dont shoot a lot
either...not compared to all the guys in porno movies.

My brother knows that I'll be horny as fuck by now.  Denied to cum in the
shower and now working his muscular body over with my weaker hands, feeling
his powerful while slightly drugged up.

He then carries out more of his plan.  "Thanks for that bro" he says
standing up looking really relaxed.  I push my groin into the couch so he
cant see how hard I am, or my wet spot.  He tells me to clean up the plates
and kitchen while he goes and takes a shit.

He's away for a long time as I clean up.  When I finally go to see where he
is he is in my tiny bedroom.  His house is only a two bedroom place.  The
second bedroom is full of his junk and the room Im in is normally a study.
When I walk in there Im shocked to see the small room covered in water.
"Sorry bro, looks like this room is a no go".

I look at him shocked....then panic as I think of his dirty clothes under
my pillow. "Wh-what happened?" i asked.

"I took a shit and when I flushed the toilet it made a weird sound. Checked
the plumbing only to find the pipe had leaked.  You can't be in this room
until we get it fixed so pack up your stuff, you'll have to share my room".

He tells me to get my things and take them to his room.  He leaves and
heads to his room and my racing heart allows me to quickly grab his dirty
clothes from under my pillow and shove them in my bag.  The bed itself was
dry, being a single mattress so it missed the leak.  Little did I know my
brother had purposely made the pipe leak.  I dragged the single mattress
into his room and put it next to his king size bed.  "You can sleep on the
floor next to me, that way we don't have to share a bed like a couple of
fags" he said laughing.

"Why don't I sleep in the basment?" i asked, not wanting to share his room
at all - all I wanted to do was jack off tonight.  "I dont want you down
there, thats my room for now.  Maybe once we've finished doing the room up
we can move you down there."  he said, sounding pissed off with me for even
asking.  He also said he didnt want me in the lounge as he gets up early
for work and didnt want to have to be quiet around me while he made
breakfast and got ready.

So that night we went to bed.  Me on the ground at the foot of my brothers
big king size bed.  My cock so hard all night I hardly slept as the drugs
did their thing.  My bro slept well (he jacked off while he was taking a
shit earlier).

I was having weird thoughts and dreams and couldnt work out why.  I assumed
it was the stress of my life right now.

CHAPTER 3

We awoke on Sunday morning fairly early.  My brother hates sleep-ins unless
he's hungover.

He did a big fart from his bed and stood up with a semi boner in his
boxers.  "Morning bro" he grinned, as he yawned and stretched his amazing
muscles.  "That massage you gave me had me sleeping like a baby, thanks
bro".

I smiled, feeling good about that.  But so tired for not sleeping much
myself.  He told me to make bacon and eggs while he takes a piss and gets
dressed.  His piss was loud and he didnt flush.  Meaning I had to smell it
and look at is as I pissed after him.  My dick wasn't so hard this morning
thank god.

I made his breakfast while he lay on the couch flipping channels.  His idea
of getting dressed was to simply put on a dark blue pair of shorts - fairly
short ones too, revealing his thighs in all their glory.  I served him
breakfast.

"Ross is coming over today to work on the gym.  Might get you to help us
too" "Yeah thats fine" i say.  "Also, I've decided to take the next couple
of weeks off work because you're here".  "Oh....cool, thanks bro" I say,
pretending to sound excited, but in reality I was starting to feel a bit
trapped by him.  Was i ever going to get a chance to be on my own?  "Yeah I
thought you'd like that" he smiled, looking almost sadistic.  He got up and
poured us two OJs, slipping a viagra, a full hit of XTC and some more coke
into mine.  He slipped coke into his, to help fire him up more.  He handed
it to me.  I drank it back with breakfast then cleaned up the kitchen.  It
was another sunny, hot, day.  He has no neighbours, his house is out on the
edge of the city in a rural area.  Only 2 minutes into the built up area
but far enough out to be alone.  His bud Ross pulls up in his work truck.
Ross is blonde, blue eyed, tanned and is builder working for Mark.

The drugs were now hitting me and i was lying on the couch, watching music
videos as he walked in.  After some talking they said it was time to work
on the basement.  They got me painting the walls black - something I
thought was weird, but they said it made the room nicer to work out in.
Ross and Mark put in some bars around the mattress...I thought for put
weights on but, as I'll later discover, they are good for chaining people
to.  Ross and Mark also worked on the plumbing of the toilet, telling me
it's not fitting with the building code so i could never tell anyone about
this basement.  Next to the toilet was a hatch in the floor. when you
opened a small ladder took you down about 6 feet.  The septic tank was a
giant glass/plastic tank.  "We can't connect it to the main sewer pipes
without paying for it.  So instead we're going to store all the waste in
here then once a month get a friend of ours to remove it with his waste
truck.  The tank was big, easily big enough to stand up or lie down inside
it.  I was amazed that they had built it actually, it was like nothing I'd
ever seen.  My brother climbed inside the septic tank and said it was now
finished and ready to be used.

We worked all day in the dark basement, as they installed good lighting and
I painted.  But I was dying to cum....5 days without cumming plus, my body
was really drugged up.  My brother and Ross walked around half naked all
day and we watched sport on TV.  I was horny and all I could see were
muscular men.  Late that night we were all back upstairs, my bro feeding me
drink after secretly drugged drink.  Just small amounts so that I wasn't
aware.  My mind going crazy with lust.  Eventually Ross left, whispered
somethin in my bros ear and they both laughed as he walked out.  Soon after
me and Mark headed for bed.  I got into my single mattress at the bottom of
his king bed.  Without even thinking Mark stripped naked in front of me
before getting into his bed.  His meaty uncut cock was HUGE and veiny.  His
balls massive and low hanging and hairy.  He was so manly.  My dick was so
hard.

I tried to jack off but it was too hard with the sheets over me.  After an
hour I heard him snoring a little, so pulled off the sheets and started to
rub my own little cock.  My brother, after "feeling sorry for me" had put
the rest of the single bed in his room now too - so I was finally at the
same height as his bed rather than just the mattress on the floor.  I
thought he was doing this to be good to me - but instead he was doing it to
ensure he could see me, and he made sure the base squeaked with ANY
movement.  It was literally impossible to jack off.  I got up and went to
the bathroom with the hope of jacking off in there but the bed squeaked so
much when I got up that he woke.  I went for my piss and knew I had to
return soon or he would know what I was doing - how embarrassing.

When I got back to our room, the light was on and my bro was sitting up in
bed, his chest on full display.  "What's up bro?" I asked.  "Just waiting
for you to get back from your piss" He looked angry.  "What's wrong?" I
asked.  "All that drinking today made my breath stink...I went to get some
gum, as you're always chewing it.  And I found these in your bag - care to
explain?" with that he held up his work socks, shorts and dirty underwear.
I went BRIGHT red in shame.  "Umm...i-i dunno...I mustve grabed them while
I was cleaning up, sorry Mark" "BULLSHIT FAGGOT" he said, looking angry.
"I SWEAR bro" i said lying.  "You're LYING" he said, totally catching me.
Tears in my eyes now.  "I'm sorry bro, I just wanted to try wearing some
manly clothes for a change.  I think that's why Angela left me, coz I'm not
manly enough".

My bro realised he had me now.  My body was sweating - from withdrawal.  He
had planned this perfectly.

He stared at me for a moment, then grinned.  Patting the bed he told me to
sit next to him.  "Bro I can understand why you'd want to be like me" he
said flexing his biceps.  "Tell you what, I'll help you work out, help you
become more manly and win Angela back...but you have to trust me ok."
"Um...ok...like what?"  "Well first of all, you need to take some steroids.
Not hardcore shit, just some small pills to help you".  I look at him
unsure.  "Trust me bro, it'll be fine, I use them all the time" he lied to
me confidently.  "Um, ok" I say, unsure.  Mark opens his top drawer and
grabs two pills. "Here, take these" I do as he tells me...one blue, one
white.  "What are these?"  Mark lies again confidently "The blue one is the
steroid (viagra really) the white one is something to keep your apetite up
(xtc really).  They can make you feel a bit weird at first, but trust me,
they'll work - ok?"  "Sure bro..th-thank you" "We'll get you on a low fat
diet and get your energy levels up.  Now this is gonna sound weird, but you
can't jack off either" "What!?!?" i ask in shock and blushing a bit.  "I
know it sounds dumb, but give it a week, that's all.  Not cumming helps you
build up energy to work out - trust me, if you jack off it makes these
pills totally worthless.  I don't know why it is but its true" he again
lied confidently.  "Bro I'm not an idiot, that doesn't sound right to me"
"Sure Matty, the skinny puny guy knows what to do and I, the muscular
popular guy, does not" he says sarcastly.  I look at him unsure...and then
finally give in.  "OK bro, if you think it will help".  "It will bro.  OK,
put on my clothes, lets see how you look!" he grins.

The pills kicking in already, im feeling good.  He throws me the clothes
and tells me to change - and that he won't look while i get naked.  I
quickly do as he tells me while he grabs a bag of white powder from his top
drawer.  He puts a little in his hand.  Im now wearing his clothes, my tiny
dick rock hard in his dirty underwear.  "Fuck bro, you look more masculine
already" he says smiling.

I cover my hardon, feeling so embarrassed but the drugs making me not care
as well.

"Here bro, sniff this powder out of my hand - it's another steriod that
will basically make you feel very strong".

For some reason, under his power, I do as he tells me.  Unwittingly
snorting coke from my big bros manly hand...which smells of cock and piss
(clearly he had been rubbing his meat while I was in the bathroom going for
a piss).

The smells and the drugs driving me nuts.  "Bro I really don't think I can
handle a week without masterbating" I say to him.  "That's ok Matty, I have
just what you need".  He hands me a small plastic device.  "What's this?" I
ask.  "A chastity cage...all the men use it when they first start working
out.  Stops you getting hard from the pills, saves you being embarrassed
little bro".  Fuck what a great invention i naively think.  Taking it from
him, my bro shows me how it works.  Without warning my bro punches me HARD
in the balls I fall over his muscular legs on the bed as I gasp in pain,
making me gag almost.  He grins and tells me to put the cage on now that my
dick is small.  I realised it was the only way I could fit it.  I turn my
back to him and slowly put it on, then lock it in place.

"Sorry I had to hit you bro, but now you know why" he laughs.  I notice his
own dick is huge under the sheets and tenting a bit.  The drugs make the
pain go away.  He takes the key from my hand.  "I'll look after this, as I
know the first week will be tough.  You can cum next weekend".  I can't
believe my ears...the drugs making me feel good but Im so confused as to
why this is happening and how weird it was to have my bro holding the key
to let me cum.  Still, I totally trusted him and was wanting so bad to be
muscular like him.

We both finally went to sleep again, he slept soundly but again I was sleep
deprived from the drugs and being SO horny but not able to get properly
hard.  I woke early at 5am as my bro was getting changed.  "Sorry bro, I
have to work.  Got a job called in that I can't miss out on.  You have the
day to yourself" he said, smiling and leaving.

He finally left and I searched everywhere for the key but couldnt find it.
I needed to jack off so bad, as I lay there in a chastity cage and wearing
my older bros dirty used socks and dark green used boxer briefs.  I tried
to rub my cock but got zero pleasure.  The drugs had also now worn off,
apart from the viagra, and I was desperate for another hit...even though I
didn't know why.  My body shaking and sweating more and more as the day
went on.  By 3pm my brother finally arrived home with Ross.  "Beer us bro"
he said as he walked in, knowing I'd be in withdrawal.  I'd had a couple of
beers myself, hoping it would make me feel better, but they did nothing for
me this time around for some reason.

My bro saw the beer bottles and told me I couldnt do that anymore.  He got
shitty at me for drinking when Im supposed to be building muscle.  For the
whole week he changed my diet, but instead of gaining weight I was getting
skinnier and girlier.  He told me to shave my legs as thats what newbies do
when they train.  I did that.  He told me to shave ALL my hair too, saying
it will help.  So i did, everything from the neck down.  He had me running
on the treadmill but that was all.  He also slowly increased my secret drug
addiction.  I was craving the "steriods" and begging him for them by the
next Friday.  He would make me clean up more or run in front of him while
he drank beer and watched TV in the basement.  I'd be working out while he
watched.  I felt so weird but glad that I was doing what he told.  Tonight
he had given me two of the white pills...and for some reason I felt like I
was on another planet.

"Bro, can I cum tonight please?  I cant cope anymore, I'm not sleeping from
these pills, they're driving me nuts" I said.  Mark looked at me from the
sexy black leather couch he was on watching TV in that basement.  "Actually
lil bro I'm feeling horny too.  Check this out" and without warning he slid
down his shorts revealing his MEATY leaking, veiny uncut cock.  9.5" of
stinking man meat, the head so purple and angry.  I look at it stunned,
still running and sweating.  Precum on the tip.

"You can stop running bro" he tells me.  The XTC in my system driving me
nuts...im in awe of his meat.  "Come here bro" he orders me.  I do as im
told. walking over to him, my body skinny and sweaty, pale and smooth.
"You like my cock bro?"  Im in total shock.  I nod in silence, blushing,
then look away.  He jacks it really slowly. The foreskin wet and shiney,
smelling of piss, sweat and other stinky manly smells.  He tells me to sit
next to him.  I do...my own cock trying to get hard, but cant in the cage.
He jacks slowly next to me....then tells me to take off my pants.  He gets
me to snort more coke (which I still think are steriods) from his hand.  I
remove my pants revealing my tiny caged hairless dick and balls.  He
laughs, making me feel even weaker and light headed.

"Little bro I can see that you're still not quite ready to cum yet, perhaps
a few more days" "WHAT??? OH FUCK BRO PLEASE, I can't handle this much
longer" i beg as he continues his slow jack.  "Tell ya what bro, how much
would you like to get some of my big manly protein rich cum in your faggot
lil stomach"...his words knocked me.  I said nothing as my own lil dick
leaks pre, which he sees.  "I think you like that idea Matty?  You wanna
drink my protein rich cum and become big and strong like me?  Or do you
wanna jack off your lil cock and have a pathetic watery cum.  One will make
you into a man like me, the other will keep you as a lil bitch.  Your
choice".

His mind fucking verbal was getting to me.  I really felt like a failure if
I was to jack off and I knew I'd be disappointing him.  He looked at
me...then grabbed my hand and gently placed is on his meaty huge dick.
Like electricty through my faggot body I tried to grip it...it was
literally throbbing in my hand, I'd never felt anything so huge in my hand.
I felt even weaker...i could feel his strong heart beating through the
veins of his meat...and I slowly started to jack him.  Drugged up and
horny.  "Get on the floor bro, do it from there, it will be easier"

I do as im told, kneeling on the cold concrete floor, my tiny dick cage and
leaking...as i sit between his meaty thighs, jacking his monster cock.  He
removes his shorts entirely, naked like me.  Him manly.  Me so fucking
pathetic.  But i felt so good pleasing my big bro like this.  In shock that
I was jacking Mark off, his cock SOOOO much bigger than mine.  I really
wanted his cum though, thinking how manly I would be if I drank it.  I had
heard that drinking cum was full of protein.  He was totally brainwashing
me with his verbal and his drugs.  I was his.

After a few minutes he tensed up and suddenly he grabbed my head and told
me to open wide.  I did as i was told just as his HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE thick
load blasted into my faggot mouth.  Rope after rope of manly jock big bro
cum spurting into my faggot lil mouth.  He moaned and roared. "Drink that
fucking man juice you skinny little bitch" he yelled at me.  HIs sperm
swimming into my tummy, hopefully making me manly as I drank it.  My head
swimming with coke and xtc and viagra surging through my trapped cock.
Precum oozing out of me.  Im in lust with my bro.  He slaps my face a few
times with his hand, hurting me and leaving marks, as he grunts and jacks
with his other hand.  A few splatters of cum on my lips and chin.

He then grabbed a little more coke and sprinkled it on his wet foreskin.
Here bro, get some steriods straight from the source.  I slurped up the
white powder from his thick juicy foreskin....devouring it before it hit
me...totally fucking me up.

He told me to lie down on the mattress while he finished watching sport.
Within minutes I was asleep from the the drug.

I awoke the next morning in bed upstairs with my bro, both wearing our
boxers.  I had limited recollection of the night before and felt all hot
and cold and a bit sweaty as I woke.  I felt the cage on my cock and
suddenly remembered what it was for.  I vaguely remembered having some
dream about my bro jacking off...but that was all.  He woke up at the same
time as me.  "Hey man, have a good sleep?" he asked "Yeah...i feel so weird
this morning" "I'm not surprised" he laughed "You drank a lot last night
and passed out on the couch - so I brought you up here, thought you might
be more comfortable in my bed" he lied convincingly.  "Oh...sorry bro, i
don't know why I didn't handle my beers"

He laughed again.

"Don't worry Matty, it was probably just the steriods and meds reacting
with you.  Speaking of which - you should have some more...but we'll hold
off on the steriods powder, it's something you should really only take at
night".  I felt butterflies in my tummy too...mainly because I felt so
horny, which I didn't tell him of course.

I spent the day cleaning his house for him as he worked on his truck.  That
evening he came in, all sweaty and greasy.  I felt precum oozing from my
limp caged dick, making me feel so pathetic.

I grabbed him a beer.  "Thanks bro!" he flopped down on the couch, his
shorts riding up his muscular thighs, showing his less tanned flesh.  My
dick aching in my cage as i glanced at him.

"You look a bit sad Matt?"  "Sorry man... just been thinking about Angela"
"Dude you gotta let go of her, she has moved on" "Yeah I know...I just
loved her sooo much" Mark looked at me for a while...then looked like he
was going to say something...but instead drank more beer.  "What is it?" I
asked He took a deep breath, looking very seriously at me.  "Bro...I don't
know how to tell you this... but... I fucked Angela a few times" My heart
shattered and anger built up inside me.  "WHAT THE FUCK?"  "I'm sorry man,
she was just so slutty - seriously, she was always coming on to me. I swear
I never ever meant to do it, but she was so fukin hot and I was drunk" "How
could you?" tears in my eyes "Bro...I'm sorry...but I wasn't the only one.
She was sleeping around for the last year, I didn't want to tell you
because I didn't want to hurt you" "Well you have fuckin hurt me Mark.
Your my older bro and she was my one true love, how could you do that?".
"Dude, she was fucking around - she wasn't in love with you.  I was trying
to find out about her feelings for you - she wanted to have dinner with me,
so we did.  I was trying to be a good brother and find out if she was
having an affair or not...when I found out she had been fucking loads of
guys I knew that me fucking her wasn't going to be the end - it was already
over.  But like I say, I was really drunk, I never planned it" (although he
did plan it).  I looked at him in shock...so so hurt, but also appreciating
she was fucking others...I had known that in the end.  My bro has always
been a horn dog and has broken up a number of couples...so it wasn't really
a big surprise, and like he said, it was over already.  "You said you were
drunk, but you slept with her a few times?"  "I didn't mean to man... but
it just happened.  I really am sorry bro".  He looked so genuine.

He got up and sat next to me - hugging me with his sweaty, oily, slightly
smelly, strong body.  I felt so weak, but forgave him instantly.  At least
he was being honest with me.

"Matty, you will get over her once you believe in your heart she isn't
coming back...I think right now you believe that she isn't this slut that
I'm telling you she is".  He was right.  Despite his admission, and her to
me when we broke up, I still thought that deep down inside she was sweet
and kind and might come back to me.  "I don't know how to believe she is
over me" I say, looking sad.  "Bro don't worry about it, I'll figure
something out.  Im your big bro after all - it's my job to protect you.
You're mine to protect".  Those words 'you're mine to protect' made me feel
so cared for, but also so small and helpless.  He polished off his beer and
came back with my meds.  I took the pills and then snorted the powder,
still having no clue it was coke.  "Matty I'm gonna start giving you more
powder doses during the day, ok?"  "OK" I replied.

He only gave me the tiniest amount...I felt a bit light headed and
everything felt a bit surreal...my dick in so much pain desperate to get
hard.  The rest of the night was uneventful.  When we finally went to bed I
was feeling so out of it, the whole evening felt like a blur and I was
already forgetting things.  Why were these meds affecting my ability to
think properly?  I couldn't remember things as well and my head certainly
didn't feel clear.  It was hard to concentrate and was relying more and
more on Mark telling me to do things , like clean up, brushing my teeth,
having a shower etc. I hadn't spent one second looking for a job.  The week
went on like this...I was starting to lose track of time and what day of
the week it was.

I was also wondering how he could afford his house and all his nice things,
despite him hardly working.  He had gotten me to set up an automatic
payment from my bank account to his... he did it online with me when I was
extra fucked up one night and instead of making it $500 a week for rent he
typed in $5000 from my account to his.  In a couple months he would have
every cent of mine.

For three weeks this routine carried on - me cleaning and cooking for
him...staying skinny and smooth... denied to cum...mind fucked into taking
tonnes of meds...and feeling totally out of control and under his power.
He did the odd job but mostly worked at home or would hang out with Ross.
He told me they were making money on the side with bootleg movies.  I
didn't know what it was about and I didnt want to ask as I don't like
anything illegal.  I figured they were pirating movies or something, as my
bro has a number of computers all of which are locked apart from one in the
living room.

I had lost weight and had forgotten why I was even taking the meds and
steriods.  It was just routine.  The drugs were messing with my mind and I
never left the house.  One Friday night we were watching ESPN, loads of
sexy tanned guys on the screen.  He suddenly looked at me.  "Bro....I have
a solution to your problems" I looked at him, my eyes a little heavy but
feeling so good inside.  "What is it bro?"

"Well, I've been really impressed with how well you've been working out.
You're looking great - you've lost all that fat - now that you're skinnier
we can start the next lot of work".

His words making me feel so good inside.

He grabbed another beer, and burped loudly next to me.  "You can cum
tonight, I think you're ready, because you did everything I told you to -
you've lost weight, you've cleaned and cooked.  If you cum tonight it won't
affect our health and exercise plan we have going for you" I looked at him
with HUGE relief. I'd been so horny since day one, but kept forgetting why
I was wearing the cage.  He was always reminding me that it was to keep me
focused.  Although I'd always thought it had done the opposite.

"ohhh fuck bro, that would be SO good!" I said, looking relieved.  "But
there's a catch...I want to help you with another problem, and this one
won't be so easy" Now I was a bit worried.  "Wh-what do you mean?"  "Dude I
want to help you move on from Angela.  You need to see how much she doesn't
care at at all about you.  Don't you agree?"  I thought for a second.
"Yep...I do agree...but I know it's going to break my heart" "It probably
will bro, but you have to remember in the long run it will definitely be
worth it.  Pain now will only help you heal, I swear".  I sighed.  "I know,
you're totally right.  So what's the plan?".  He finished off his beer then
looked me in my eyes.  "I think I should sleep with her again... and have
you nearby, so you can hear her talk and see her not caring".  I was taken
aback.  That was NOT what I thought he was going to say.  "I dunno man,
that sounds too painful" "It will be, but you want to be a man like me
right?"  I was a bit offended by that, because I am a man, but I agreed
with him.  "I mean, you want to fuck girls like I do right?  And to do that
you need to be more of a man - you need to be tougher.  You need to quit
this broken heart routine" He was right.  "S-so what will happen?" I asked.

He gave me some more steriods to snort, still totally unaware I now had a
major coke addiction.  I felt more relaxed.  "Good boy" he said. "See,
you're becoming more of a man with every snort".  Fuck he was great at mind
fucking me. He had me in the palm of his manly hand.  "So, this is the
plan.  You can hide in the closet in my room.  I'll show you how easy it is
for me to fuck her - and I'll try to get her to say what she really thinks
about you.  It may well be hurtful, but you need to hear it before you can
move on.  Trust me Matty, I'm good with this shit".

I totally trusted my alpha brother.  "W-won't you mind me seeing you naked
and hard?" I asked.  Still not remembering what he had done to me my first
week, when I had blown him.

He laughed.  "Matty you see me naked all the time getting changed or after
my shower.  And I don't care if people see me fucking someone.  Besides,
I'll only leave the door open a crack - it's not like you'll be watching us
- it's more about you hearing her".  He had me convinced. "But..w-what
about me cumming?"  "Bro, Angela has a fuckin hot body...I wouldn't be
surprised if you jacked off while I was seducing her...before I get her to
talk about you. And that's totally fine bro.  You need to cum while looking
at a hot chick like her, even if she is your ex".  Precum oozed from my
cage...I was horny as hell.  4 weeks worth of cum.  My dick was overiding
my heart and I quickly agreed to his idea.

CHAPTER 4 We went upstairs and into his bedroom. He had a single wardrobe
with a sliding mirror door.  He told me to get inside and get
comfortable. I was as high as a kite but still unaware of my addiction.  He
told me it would help my self confidence to wear some of his clothes -
dirty ones would be better as they smell more manly.  "It'll help you feel
like more of a man - just to remind you of your big powerful bro while she
says things that hurt your feelings.  Thinking of me will make you cope
with it better man" he said.

He gave me some of his dirty work socks - they smelt really strong but for
some reason it made me hornier.  I was trembling I was so horny.  I put
them on, along with a pair of his dirty boxer briefs.  Next was a leather
jacket over my naked upper body.  I was hot and sweaty, which made Mark's
dick harden a little.  I looked so fuckin pathetic to him.  Smooth, sweaty,
chastisied and about to be cuckolded by him.  He was sending me down a dark
path and I had no idea.  He told me take another hit of steriods.  I
snorted this from his manly calloused hand.

I got inside the wardrobe .  It wasn't big enough to lie down in and his
clothes hanging above meant I couldn't stand up.  It was actually quite
uncomfortable.  "Now bro I'll leave the door open as wide as my little
finger...that way you can see us clearly but she won't be able to see you.
But you can't make a fuckin noise, I fucking mean it" he said seriously.

"I won't, I swear" "If you need to sneeze or something gay like that, just
put these over your face - he threw me some dirty socks and undies from his
laundry basket.  The smell was so strong and manly.  The cupboard smelt
strongly of my bros sweat and piss from his dirty laundy - mixed in with
the musky cologne from his hanging shirts above.  It was a dark, sexy
little prison for me.

"I arranged Angela to come over today - she has no idea you live here, so
I've hidden all your things" he told me.  Speaking of which, I actually
handn't seen my clothes or belongings all week for some reason.  I would
later find out that he had burnt them all.  He gave me another viagra -
telling me this special pill will just help keep me comfortable in the
small space.  He grinned slyly as I swallowed it.  We chatted for a while
and drank beers, me in the closet with the door open and him on his
bed...thighs wide open, bulge sticking out in his dark blue adidas shorts.
About 30 mins later the doorbell rang.  He grinned "Show time".

He slid the door almost closed - a fingers width open.  The angle wasn't
great...but I could JUST make out the bed and where they would be lying.  I
was actually wanting him to fuck her hard and hurt her...I was so hurt by
her.

My heart went into overdrive as I heard her sexy voice for the first time
in weeks from downstairs.  My bro was making me sweat it out upstairs.  I
heard him clearly say to go into the living room and he'll be back soon
with a wine for her.

He raced upstairs.  "Sorry bro, I want her fully relaxed so will give her a
couple wines... you doing ok?" he asked quietly to me.  "Yeah man, but i'm
thirsty... can you get me a drink too?"  "Sure bro" he said.

I heard him rummaging around outside the door for a bit, then he rushed
downstairs.  He told Angela he was just finishing some laundry upstairs and
was almost done.  He poured her a big red wine then poured a large whiskey
for me.  He poured it in a tall glass, spit in it, spat a huge loogy in it
and then secretly pissed about 40% into the glass.  He swirled it up and
brought it upstairs.  He slid it through the door - then pushed the door
back and again rummaged around outside the wardrobe door for a minute.
"Thanks man" I said.  "It's so hot in here, Im sweating with this jacket
on" "Good bro, sweating is manly. It will help you feel more of a man.
I'll be back soon" And with that he went downstairs.  I heard him put music
on - rap with a decent bass.  I couldn't hear their specific conversation
but I figured he was trying to get her to open up about me.

Instead, he was telling her that I'd moved overseas for a fresh start and
didnt want anything to do with him.  She asked if he had told him about
them fucking and he said no.  Mark told Angela that I had had a secret drug
problem and owed people money - and that she wouldnt see me ever again - to
which she looked very relieved.  She didn't like being so honest with her
ex-boyfriends older brother but figured he had cheated with her and so
thought that Mark probably didnt give a fuck about me.  She was right.  I
drank my drink...it tasted weird - but everything did since I started on
these weird "steriods".

I was so hot too...but left the jacket on.  The heat getting to me, I drank
my big very alcoholic drink fast.  The heat was almost too much so decided
to slide open the door for a while to let some cooler air in...but the door
wouldn't move.  FUCK, he must've accidently put something at the end of the
door to stop it sliding. I tried a couple times but didnt want to push too
hard incase I made a noise.  I was trapped until he came up.

For nearly 2 hours I sat in there.  Drugged, drunk, horny, sweaty and
trapped, unable to lie down flat and unable to stand up tall.  Eventually I
heard them coming up the stairs, my heart was racing.

They walked in - both naked!  Her skinny body looked amazing as did her c
cup tits and puffy nips.  She was so horny - he pussy shaven clean for him.
She never did that for me.  His meaty cock was ENORMOUS.  Uncut and
drooling and veiny.  They sat on the end of the bed close to me.  My bro
started rubbing her tits and puffy nips while making out with her.  Their
tongues deep inside each others mouths.  His finger slipped into her cunt
as he sucked her tit.  She was SO horny and totally oblivious to the fact I
was trapped in his wardrobe watching.

He was rough on her tits, making her moan loudly - it was turning me on SO
much but also breaking my heart....he seemed way more into this than I
thought he'd be.  When he pulled back from her pale titties I could see
large hickies all over them.  He had marked her.  I felt so fucking
horny...my head was spinning.  He then stood up...precum dripping from his
giant meat.  He walked over to me, my heart racing...his cock bobbing near
me.  He apologised for the laundry basket being in the room - as he picked
it up from near the wardrobe door he then slid it completely shut - locking
me in almost pitch blackness.  I couldn't believe it - had he done that on
purpose or by accident??

He removed the laundry basket - from what I could tell - then heard them
back on the bed again.  They kissed loudly - both moaning.  "Ohh fuck youre
so fucking sexy Mark" she said.  Id never heard her so horny.  "MMmm you
too" he said in between kisses.  Suddenly her moans got louder...and
louder...and LOUDER...and she came loudly.  I couldnt see a thing, so had
no idea how he had made her cum.  I was so horny...my head
spinning. Starting to feel so weak in here.  "OH GOD FUCK ME" she screamed.
"Yeah, is my cock bigger than Matts?" he asked She laughed "FUCK yes!
Surely he was adopted because your cock is HUGE Mark"

My heart shattered.

"Yeah babe, Im the fuckin real man" "Did you like to fuck Matt?"  "No...he
was terrible in bed...sorry I hope you don't mind me saying that" "FUCK
no!" Mark laughed.  "What do I care, he's on the other side of the world
doing drugs with faggots probably" Angela laughed.  "Do you think he's
gay?"  "Definitely" he said

My heart was ripping in too.  The drugs driving me crazy and for some
reason it sounded as though Mark was ripping me down to her.  I just could
NOT understand what he was doing.  How this was helping me.  But it was
turning me on too...he just seemed so fucking manly and in control.  My ex,
who I couldnt even talk to anymore, was doing ANYthing he wanted.  She was
putty in his hands.

Suddenly I remembered he said I could jerk off.  But how?  I was so horny.
Then I remember the jacket.  I checked the pockets and sure enough there
was the key.  HOLY FUCK!!!  My hands were trembling so much I found it hard
to unlock - especially in the near darkness.  I removed it and my cock
sprung hard INSTANTLY.  The feeling was AMAZING - it actually hurt as the
blood rushed to the head.  Normally with Angela I struggled to cum...and I
stuggled to stay hard when fucking her.  If only she could see me now - I
was harder than ever.  I rubbed it a few strokes and without warning I felt
the warm orgasm building...i was in shock as to how fast it was happening.
I grabbed my bros dirty socks and bunched them over my mouth to stop me
making a noise as a i came harder than EVER all over my faggot sweaty
smooth chest and his wardrobe floor - which was litterd in his dirty socks
and underwear.  My body was shaking and sweaty and I was still so fuckin
horny.  Outside I could hear them fucking loudly...his giant balls slapping
her.

"Oh god...Mark" she moaned "Fuck yeah babe, you like my hard meat?" he
asked, knowing the answer "Ohhhh fuck...fuck my cunt harder! Your cock is
so fucking huge" "Fuck yeah, feel my huge balls on your wet cunt lips?"
"YESSSSS" and with that she came again, from the sounds of it.  "Yeah I'm
bigger than Matt huh?"  "His cock was NOTHING compared to yours
Mark...nothing compared to anyones" My bro laughed.

They continued fucking, the bed squeaking, the headboard banging, his balls
slapping, her pussy squelching.  The fucking went on for a long time...I
had no concept of time.  I had now removed my bros leather jacket as I was
drenched in sweat.  I was so horny, so frustrated, so hot and for some
reason I was CRAVING those steriods.  I fukin NEEDED them.  I couldnt move
though...and now I needed to piss desperately.  I grabbed my rock hard cock
and tried to piss into the glass I was given...it didn't take long to reach
the top.  I soon realised I was going to have to drink it, as I didnt want
my bro to know I had pissed in it.  I also had to make room for the rest of
my piss.  I drank it all back...it was dark yellow and extra acidic.
Luckily I didnt gag or make any noise.  I drank my own piss from the closet
inside my big bros room while he fucked my hot ex wife.  This was so
incredibly humiliating and wasn't making me feel manly at all - in fact,
quite the opposite. I was feeeling worthless.

As I was drinking the second glass of my own piss my dick suddenly shot off
without warning, blasting a watery load all over my smooth thighs and my
bro's dirty clothes.  It was so incredible I nearly fainted, the feeling SO
intense, the orgasm so fuking powerful - at the exact same time I heard my
brother ROAR with a huge load, as Angela came again loudly herself.

I was delirious as I lay there covered in sweat in the dark heat - while my
bro lay deep and raw inside Angela's shaven cunt.  "Ohhh fuck that was
good" he said.

Angela remained silent but you could hear her panting.

I heard the rustling of the sheets then my bro said "Oh wow, that was a
massive load - it's leaking out of you, sorry about that" he said laughing.
Angela moaned in pleasure.  "Fuck Mark...that was incredible...i don't know
how you do it, but everytime we fuck you are the best fuck of my life".
Her words crushed me.  Maybe this is what my bro meant by words I should
hear.

My cock remained rock hard as i listened.

"Youre a great fuck too Angela...when can we do it again?" he asked.
"Anytime for you!"  "Yeah that's my girl" he replied.  'My girl?' i
thought.  I couldnt work out what was happening...the heat and drug
withdrawal finally got to me and I passed out.  I awoke about 2 hours
later, as my bro slapped my face gently.  "Wake up lil bro, you ok?"  I
opened my eyes...and found I was now lying on his bed - the sheets smelt
strongly of sex, cum, sweat, musk and her perfume.  "You must have passed
out bro!  Sorry I took so long but after we fucked she wanted to go
again...I didn't realise you'd been in there for almost 5 hours" he lied.
"Shit...im so thirsty" I said, totally out of it.  Mark lay me down, I
realised my cage was back on again.  My watery sperm dried on my right
thigh and some on my belly.  He gave me some water and I drank it all in
one go.  "Mark, can I ask you something?  How did tonight help me?"  He
looked at me for a while..he was wearing just a pair of boxers.  His
muscles all shiney with sweat.  Angela had clearly gone home already.  He
leant down next to my face - his face near mine.  He pointed to his neck -
he had hickies.  He grinned.  "Did she ever give you hickies, and fuck you
so loudly?".  "N-no man" I said, feeling heart broken again.  "I shut the
door on you because I thought it would be too hot for you to watch - and
you might keep cumming and eventually make noise.  You find me sexy right?"
his question took me by surprise.  "Wh-what do you mean?" I replied.
"Well, you blew my cock on your first weekend with me".  I
laughed..."whatever", still not recalling it He flexed in front of me.
"You jack off thinking about me all the time don't you?"  Again i felt my
dick trying to get hard, as he stared into my eyes - so close to my face.
His lips looked chapped from all the making out he'd had with my ex-wife.
I was starting to feel confused.  "What do you mean I blew you?", I ask, a
bit slow off the mark.  He got up and grabbed his laptop - then showed me a
video of me clearly blowing his massive cock.  I was shaking - from
withdrawal and from shock.  "I-I...I don't remember that" I say, tears in
my eyes.

He laughed.  "That's because you're a dumb fuck who loves his older
bro.... you fuckin worship me" His words were true but made me feel
terrible and humiliated.  He grabbed his drawer and pulled out the steriods
powder.  "OH FUCK MARK" my eyes go wide "I need more, PLEASE, it really
helps, please".  He grinned at me.  "You know what Matty, I need to be
honest with you......see this bag here?" he teased me with it, dangling it
above my face - his sweaty brown hairy pits smelt strong as he held his arm
up.  "This, my faggot little brother, is cocaine - and you are a fucking
addict" I suddenly felt like I was going to faint.  "What???"  "Yep - who
the fuck heard of steriods as a white powder you snort?  Fuck you're a
stupid idiot.  No wonder Angela left you - apart from the fact you're
clearly a faggot".  I started to cry.  "How could you??"  "Coz You're a
fucking princess and I've always fukin resented you.  Youre a skinny little
bitch - just what I need.  I love bitches like you - not only can I get you
to worship me, do everything for me around the house, cook and clean, give
me massages - but you will also star in some real sick fucked up movies,
which will make me and Ross very, very, rich".  He emphasised the second
"very".  I looked at him in total shock...sweaty and shaking

"You want some?" he dangled the bag over my face "You wanna snort some more
of 'steriods' and make yourself feel soooo fucking good lil bro?"  "Oh god
Mark, PLEASE, give me some then can we talk, PLEASE?"  He laughed again.

"Listen up Matty boi - you call the shots.  I've told everyone you know
that you've got a drug problem and got into shit with some dealers.  That
you fled the country.  Your old employer was most unimpressed and no one
will ever want to hire a drug addict loser like you.  You will live in my
home 24/7 - this is your new life fag.  You will do what I say, when I say
it.  Do as I say, and you'll get more coke and I might even let you cum.
Fight with me - and you will be dead before you fucking know it - and it
will be long and painful."

My head was spinning...my whole world upside down.

He lay on the other side of the bed next to me and sprinkled coke on his
thigh.  "You want it?  Come and get it.  If you don't want it - I'll let
you go right now, no questions".  But he knew he had me hooked.  This was a
very well orchestrated plan to fuck with me - and he'd won.  I was
DESPERATE for another hit - and I knew he was going to fuck me up with much
much worse....but he looked so fukin sexy and cocky...his thigh so
muscular...pale on the inside at the top near his boxers - and tanned
midway down this thighs.  Without warning I leant over and snort the line -
licking it too, to ensure I got it all.  The line was huge, much more than
normal.  I was like an animal - snorting, licking, NEEDING it.  I was
making out with his muscular inner thigh.  His cock tented as I did
it...and I knew I was his.  My life was about to change forever.

================================ CHAPTER 5 I continued lapping at his
muscular thigh, totally engrossed in it, making out with it.  "Fuuuk yeah
faggot" he moaned, eyes closed.  His strong arm and large hand pushing my
head down.  "Yeah lil bro, u like my big powerful thighs?".  I moaned in
pleasure.  He pulled my head back, laughing at my red fucked up eyes.  "I
got something new for you bro" he said, leaning over and opening his drawer
again.  This time he pulled out a small glass pipe and some crystals. I
knew it was meth instantly.  "Fuck i dunno bro" i say.  Mark ignored me,
putting the rocks in and lighting it - he then shoved it in my mouth and
held my nose shut.  I was forced to inhale.  It hit me in an instant and I
was totally fucked up.  The whole experience felt surreal.  He pulled my
skinny hairless body on top of his muscular, tanned, body.  My trapped cock
leaking precum over his huge tenting boxers.

"you wanna french kiss me?" he asked I felt like I was going to faint, I
was SO fucking horny.  I nod, blushing.

He moves in slow...half closing his eyes...opening in his mouth.  Oh my
god, Im going to kiss him....I was trembling.  I opened my mouth and moved
in.  He then pulled away laughing.  "Hahaha, fuck off FAG" he said, pushing
me off him.  I was so humiliated but horny.  He roughly grabbed my arm and
pulled off my boxers, revealing my caged pathetic hairless dick.  He
laughed again.  He roughly took me down to the dark, cold, basement.  He
threw me on the mattress and chained my ankle to one of the fixtures in the
concrete floor.  He then stood over me and pulled out his GIANT meat.  He
stood over me...so powerful and muscular and alpha.  He slooowly pulled his
foreskin back...then forward...then back....the smell turning me on more.
He started to slow jack...spitting on me.  "Fuck yeah faggot, look up at
your powerful master.  Look at you, tied up in a basement like some
pathetic bitch and you're leaking precum.  You're actually turned on by
this you fucking loser".

Mark looked so angry as he started jacking more and more.  "Fucken faggot
loser.  Fuck I hate you, youre so fucking pathetic and worthless".  His
jacking got more and more intense, his huge hairy nuts swinging.  My bro
isn't that hairy but he isn't perfectly smooth either - although his thighs
are.  His body is so fucking hot compared to mine and his hate talk to me
was breaking my heart but turning me on too.  I was so fucked up.  "Look at
my angry cock lil bro...the same cock that fucked your wife and split your
marriage up!.  That's right, it was only me she was fucking you LOSER.
FUCK YOU'RE PATHETIC!!" and with that he roared and shot rope after rope of
jock cum allllll over my chest and caged dick.  Splattering me with jock
baby batter.  Rope after white thick rope.

He finally finished...his warm sperm melting on me....dripping all over.
He then knelt down, his thigh and cock near my head, as he leaned over me
and chained my arms and other leg up.  I was lying spread eagled.

"There you go faggot....sweet dreams" he laughed, turning around and
leaving me there naked, shackled, COVERED in my own big brothers sperm.  He
turned the light off and shut the door.  It was utterly pitch black.  The
drugs making me paranoid...the cum so warm and sticky....I could even smell
it.  I was delirious...but finally fell asleep, to have feverish dreams.  I
woke up continually drenched in sweat - keeping my bros sperm from drying
on me.  His sperm was being absorbed into my skin.  I had no concept of
time of where I was.

What I didn't know was that I had been down there for several hours.  My
bro had gone back to bed, very satisfied.  He slept soundly then went to
work around 7am.  I couldnt hear a thing from the soundproof basement...nor
could I tell if it was daytime or not.  It was black.  After being in there
for around 12 hours, with no water, no chance of moving, I was starting to
go crazy.  Desperately in need of another hit.  Meanwhile it was mid
afternoon on a hot summers day outside and my bro was working at some
property across the city. He'd spent the whole day with a semi, thinking of
where I was.  As he worked on the house his body sweated in the heat.  Ross
was working with him and he had told Ross about the night.  They both
laughed...Rosses own meat was semi too.

"We should drag this out all week" Ross said.  "I wanna cum huge this
weekend.  Make the faggot suffer...break him down more" he told my bro, his
cock hardening as they nailed a big support beam in place.

Mark's dick was rock hard too - they decided to quit thinking about it for
a while, just so they could at least finish the day.  They both left around
4pm.  I'd been chained downstairs in pitch blackness for 13 hours, totally
had the shakes for another hit and desperately thirsty.  Finally the door
opened and bright lights came on.  I closed my eyes tight it was SO bright.

"Well, well, well" I heard Ross.  My heart raced.  How did he know?  Would
he save me?  "Ross...is that you?" i say weakly.  He walked over to me...I
gradually was able to open my eyes....he was wearing his work clothes,
denim knee length shorts and dirty t-shirt.  Work boots too and thick grey
socks.  He smelt of sweat, not B/O.  "you alright bud?" he asked.  "OH GOD,
you have to help me...Mark has gone crazy" I said.  Ross stared at me.
"You look thirsty bud" "OH god I am....and...I know this sounds nuts...but
I need another hit...please, i need coke or meth or whatever...just
something, Im going crazy".  He just looked at me, patting my sweaty hair -
almost in a soothing way.  "Where's Mark?" i asked, in fear almost.  "He's
still at work...won't be home for another hour" he lied, knowing that Mark
was upstairs taking a shower.  "I don't have a key for these locks" he
said.  "I might have something in my tool box though". He stood up.  "I'll
be back - and I'll get you a drink and see if I can find something to ease
your withdrawal" I felt utter relief.  I was going to be ok.

Ross smiled and left the room.  He finally came back with his tool box and
his dirty looking backpack.  "I dont have any coke...but...I did find this
needle on the street today around our construction site...it still has
liquid in it...think it's heroin...but it's a dirty needle".

I couldn't believe my ears.  No fucking way was I touching that shit.
"N-no man...that's too risky" I said.  He smiled a little at me...he pulled
the needle out...it did look dirty.  A little bit of blood on the needle
itself and sure enough some liquid in it.  He held it out to me...and
squirted a tiny drop out of the top.  It fell on to my smooth chest.  "You
sure you don't want a hit?  I bet it will make you feel sooooo good" he
said, coaxing me.  I didn't realise the needle was his own and the blood
was just food colouring...but it was all about breaking me down piece by
piece.  He waved the needle in front of me, then slide it gentle up my arm
along my vein.  I was shaking and sweating...SO desperate for a hit.
"C'mon little man... just lemme give you a shot, im sure you'll feel better
afterwards...then we can get you that drink you want".  The needle being
dragged backwards up my arm was tickling and scratching me....i was
desperate for the hit.  "OK, FUCK, PLEASE, I NEED IT MAN" I begged him.
"Thatta boy" he said and without warning slid the needle into my vein and
pressed down.  The drug hit me HARD, my eyes rolling back, feeling soooo
warm inside.  "Yeaah man...take that dirty needle" he said.  My heart was
racing then started to slow...and I felt sooo good inide.

Ross then opened up his backpack and pulled out his thermos.  He poured me
a drink and guided it to my mouth. "It's all I've got, its a bit warm, but
drink it up".  I did as he said, not realising it was piss until I started
to drink it.  I coughed and gagged at the strong acidic taste.  It was
fresh, clearly he had just topped it up.  I was so thirsty I drank it all
back....as I looked up he was filming me with his iphone...the needle still
stuck in my arm, my own blood oozing out.  "Fuuuk man, that's hot" said my
bro from the door, naked except for a towel.  Ross poured me another drink
and despite the taste I was desperately thirsty.  "Beg me for it" he said,
grinning.  It was then that I realised he was in on it too.

"Please don't make me do this" i begged him, slurring from the drug.
"haha, ok man, we'll leave you to it for another 12 hours" he said, getting
up and getting ready to leave.  "NO WAIT, OK, PLEASE....don't leave me, I
can't handle it".  "Good boy, you're learning fast" he said - as he handed
me another big cup of warm, dark yellow, piss.  The smell was even stronger
this time, but I drank it back.  The small dose of H making me fucked up
but not enough to pass out.  He then opened up his tool box...full of metal
tools, wire, nails, u name it.  He patted the box. "I'm gonna have fun
playing with this and you".  My bro laughed.  He walked over to me.

"This is your room now bro, just like you asked for" he said, grinning.
"You aren't ever leaving this -property unless me or Ross are with you.
You will be locked down here every day and will sleep here at night.  You
will come upstairs when we need you to cook, clean and please us.  You will
come down here once we've broken you down more to start making some nice
porno movies... you'll love that bro" he said grinning.  "B...but...people
will recognise me" i said

They both laughed again.  "Don't worry lil bro, these won't be mainstream
movies.  Anyway, don't worry about that - we're a long way from making them
just yet.  Ross, why don't you head upstairs for a shower, I'll untie this
faggot and he can join you".  As much as i didn't want to do that I was
incredibly horny....and desperately wanted a shower.  "Bro as of now you're
also on a new diet...you're still too fat" they both laughed as he said
that, knowing that I was pretty skinny now - my ribs weren't showing but I
wasn't far from it.  "When you cook you will always cook meat - steak,
chicken, pork, lamb. I want big sides and cold beers.  You will watch me
eat, then I'll chose what left overs you get, am I clear?"  "Y-yes sir" i
say drugged up, as Mark unlocks me from the chains.

Ross starts to undress, his skinnier but more tanned, toned, body stands in
front of me.  His monster 9" uncut meat rock hard and sticking up.  His
balls, normally low hanging, are nice and tight against him as he witnesses
the pervy scene.  He walks over to the shower in the corner and turns it
on.  I'd forgotten about the shower and toilet in the room.  I finally
stand up...very wobbly on my feet...but my muscular bro helps me up.  Leads
me over to Ross.  The water is hot and so warm, the water draining down a
hole in the floor into the septic tank below.  "Clean my body with the
soap" Ross ordered me.

Mark went over to the weights and started to work out...fuck he looked sexy
as hell.  These two jock gods totally 100% now own me.  My own dick is
straining to get hard, but still can't trapped inside it's plastic cage.  I
rub his body...fuck it feels so hard and strong.  Im totally in lust with
his body.  I wash his pecs...his abs...his arms and biceps....he tells me
wash his pits, I do, cleaning the brown sweaty hairs.  Then he orders me to
clean his legs and thighs...but not his feet...he likes to keep them a bit
funky he tells me.  He stops me short of touching his amazing ass, balls or
cock. "You're not worthy of touching that yet faggot.  You have to work
your way up to doing that" he said with total confidence.  He then stepped
away from the shower and dried himself off.  Putting a pair of shorts on he
joined my bro with a work out.  "Shave your body again bro" Mark said,
pointing to the razor next to the soap.  As my older bro and his jock
friend watched on I shaved my legs, thighs, balls, ass crack, pubes and
pits again.  My chest and arms are naturally smooth.

Im so humiliated, but can feel the stirring in my loin behind my cage...im
clearly turned on by the humiliation.

After 5 mins they stop telling me to dry off.  My bro throws me his dirty
socks, black briefs and dirty t-shirt that he had worn all day.  They smelt
strongly of sweat, bo and building...just real manly.  I got changed and
followed them upstairs.  The house was a mess...clearly my bro hadnt given
a fuck in the short hour or two that he had been at home.  I started to
clean up.  "Bro, you haven't gotten our beers yet" Mark said grinning as he
switched ESPN on again.  I went into the kitchen and opened two beers,
bringing them out and handing them to him.  They both ignored me and talked
about their day and the teams that were playing.  Tonight they wanted
homemade meat lovers pizzas.  It was a huge job cutting all the meats up
and cooking them.  I finally finished 90 minutes later.  They had both had
6 beers each and were starting to get loud.  I came out wiht the two pizzas
on plates and handed them to them.  Again, no acknowledgement of my work.

"Get on the floor and rub our feet while we eat faggot" said Mark.  He
handed me a few pills - viagra, xtc and a big hit of an energy pill.  He
wanted me to have another restless night with my heart racing.  I swallowed
them, soon feeling the effects.

Their feet were both so big.  Mark's feet were wider and smooth apart from
some hair on the tops of his big toe.  The soles were tough and dirty.
Ross had much cleaner feet but they smelt more like they had been in
workboots, despite the shower. i alternated as they ate and drank.  My dick
leaking precum more and more, especially as the viagra kicked in.

After about 15mins Mark suddenly burped loudly.  "Fuck I'm full" he said
rubbing his muscular stomach.  No pot belly here, despite all the drinking
and eating - he does workout a lot at home and during his job.  Ross put
his plate down too.  Nothing left on either plate apart from some gristle
from the steak pieces and a small burnt bit of crust.  "Oh shit bro, looks
like you're out of luck for dinner tonight!!" he laughed.  "actually fuck
it, you can eat the gristle"

He grabbed a handfull of the small chewed up chunks from both plates.  I
gagged before he even handed them to me, making him laugh again.  Ross
watched on with a grin.  His cock still tenting in his shorts.  Mark handed
me a piece "Open your mouth and don't fucking swallow bitch".  He dropped
it in to my open mouth. I gagged 3 times making them laugh hysterically.
"OK fag, you can chew it now - chew for 1 minute then swallow.  I want you
to taste all the gristle and make sure you savour all our spit that is in
it".  After a long 60 seconds he told me to swallow.  I did, gagging a
little, although it tasted fine...but was disgusting texture.  There was no
way my teeth could break through it.  He had 5 other small pieces...all
digusting, all chewed up yet all unchewable.  The 5 pieces had almost no
meat on them and was barely the size of two pieces of beef jerky.  Not even
snack let alone dinner.  5 minutes later I had eaten them...my stomach
gurgling from hunger as the gristle and Rosses piss float around my
stomach.  "C'can I have the crust too?  Im sooo hungry bro" I begged.

Mark looked at me.  "Don;t you EVER fucking ask for food again you dumb
fuck" he said, grabbing the plate and smashing it down HARD on my head.  It
shatted into a million pieces.  Oddly it didn't actually hurt much, but did
cut my head, causing some blood to ooze down my face.  They both burst out
laughing.  Ross couldn't take it, pulling his shorts down so his monster
uncut cock could breathe. He jacked it as he looked at me, skinny, drugged
up, starving, humiliated, a trickle of blood down my face.  "Get back to
our feet fag" said Mark.  "Im gonna save mine for later" he said, patting
his own swollen cock.  "But you finish off Ross...I suppose you gotta get
home to your Louise" (his girlfriend).

Ross ignored him...working his monster tool while looking at me.  "Do his
feet only" ordered Mark.  I rubbed rosses feet, looking up at him...the
blood starting to dry already on my face and cut head.

His breathing got harder and he stood up, aiming his cock for the cut on my
head he blasted an absolutely mammoth load of boiling hot jizz right into
my bloody hair and onto the cut.  It stung and he kept squirting. The whole
lot on my head.  "Massage it in cunt" Ross said to me.

I did as i was told...so humiliated as the cum turned pink colour, like
shampoo in my hair.  I massaged it in for a good minute before it started
to dry.  "He can sleep with that in can't he?" he laughed asking Mark,
knowing the answer.  Mark clinked his beer with Ross.  They both finished
up before Ross stood up again, shorts pulled back up, cock tucked in.
DEspite being over the limit he got in his truck and left.

My bro walked back inside and shut the door.  He walked over to me and told
me to stand up.  He then surprised me by hugging me with is powerful body.
"mmmm fuck bro, you made me so proud tonight.  Keep it up and maybe you can
cum again soon" His words made me shiver.

"Ok Matty, clean up this mess on the floor then the kitchen.  And don't
make a noise, I wanna watch TV in peace.  And don't you fucking dare eat
anything else...I'll feed you again later before bed.  Clean up, then come
sit next to me".

Having to do it in silence was painful...it took me twice as long to clean
up.  Even the sound of touching a garbage bag made him turn around and tell
me to shut the fuck up.  Eventually, around 10pm, i had finished.  I was
exhausted.  I sat next to him.  "bed time bro...but you're gonna give me a
full hour long massage before then.  It's been a long day.  Get to my room
now faggot".

I stood up, still naked, and went to his bedroom.  My bro removed his
clothes, his cock not even hard.  He clearly wasn't gay.  The sight of him
was making me leak more precum.  If I hadn't been caged up my lil dick
would've been hard all night.

My bro lay on his stomach and I worked him over....the backs of his calf
muscles...then his thighs....his muscular glutes...his lower back, upper
back, shoulders and neck.  An hour long, feeling his sexy body.  Viagra and
x in my body driving me nuts.  precum oozing from my dick, I had to keep
wiping it with my fingers - the first time I did that he said "good boy"
and told me to always do that, as he didn't want my "Faggot precum"
anywhere near his body or bed.  After an hour he was almost asleep...not
even horny,unlike me.

He rolled over on his back...his beefy flaccid cock flopping on his thigh.
Fuck he is hot.

"OK bro, time for bed...you can sleep next to me again tonight, for being a
good boy today.  But to do that you have to have your second meal".  I
looked at him nervously. "o-ok bro" i said.  Unlike the other night when I
was desperate to sleep int he basement, tonight I just wanted to be in his
room, a normal room in a comfy bed.  I'd do anything.  He rolled over and
grabbed an empty beer bottle lying next to his bed.  For the next 5 mins he
picked his nose, flicking huge chunks into the bottle...my stomach gurgled
in disgust but lust also.  Then spat in the bottle and hocked up big slimey
loogies.  To top it off, he pissed in the bottle to fill it up.  "There ya
go bro - there's desert.  Drink that and you can sleep next to me.  But you
don't have to drink it - you can always go back downstairs.  As always,
it's 100% your choice".  Fuck he was good.  He was manipulating me
perfectly - totally owning me.  I reached out for the bottle.  "Ew you are
SO fucking gross!" he said, as I took it off him.  My hand trembling, I
drank the warm disgusting, liquid - along with all the floaties.  I didnt
gag this time...but felt ill.

When I'd finally finished he told me to lie next to him...me and my big
bro, naked, in bed.  My tummy full of his piss, his buds piss, left overs
for dinner and snot.  I felt so degraded....but still wanted to please him.

He rolled away from me and told me to spoon him.  I did...my caged dick
pressing against his glutes/ass crack.  He rubbed his butt over it a few
times to tease me.  He soon fell asleep, telling me he likes to save his
cum up and not blast a load every night.  Those were his last words before
he fell asleep....leaving me horny as fuck next to him...again unable to
sleep properly despite being mentally and physically exhausted.

The next day was uneventful.  Mark went to work and I cleaned, cooked, took
drugs (he left them out for me, now that im hooked).  He had attached an
ankle braclet to me too... one that alerted him if i left the property.  He
put it on when I was fucked up, telling me that it was for my own safety
seeing as im an "addict".  The word hit me hard.  He was encouraging me to
get fucked up but then judging me for it.  He basically made it sound like
there was no hope for me.  The bracelet was in case I got fucked up and
went wandering.  Mark never gave me a key for his house and would lock the
doors when he left - even from the inside you need a key to open them.  If
I wanted to escape I'd have to climb out a window, which in his house would
be hard as on one side was a step hill down and on the other sides there
were roses outside ever garden - huge bushes.  I could escape if I really
wanted to...but for some reason it just seemed like too big an effort.


Mark didn't arrive home until late.  It was dark and I was lying on the
couch, I had the shakes.  Mark suspected Id use up my drugs quickly and
then be desperate for more by the time he got home.  He was right.  Dinner
was cooking....I'd made a thick stew which could be served anytime.  I
grabbed him a beer.

"We're going out bro, get dressed properly, time to hit the clubs" I looked
at him surprised.  "Can I have more coke bro?"  "Nah not yet, not until we
get out to a bar or club, if you're fucked up now they won't let you in" he
lied confidently.  "O-ok" i say looking desperately frustrated.  "Why are
we going out?"  "Just thought it'd be good for you me and Ross to go to a
bar, have a few drinks, pick up some girls - I know I jokingly call u a fag
but I'm sure you'd love to fuck a hot pussy tonight - afterall, I have been
training you up, making you more manly"

I was utterly confused at his mixed messages.  Was I manly or a pathetic
faggot bitch?  Is he just lying to me now to trap me in another humiliating
experience?  Do I want that maybe?  Fuck I dunno im so horny, my cock
caged, desperate for another hit.

"B-but what about my cage?"  "Leave it on for now bro.  Don't wanna take it
off, have you not meet anyone, then have to put it back on later.  Just
leave it on for now - if you meet someone I'll give you the key bro" he
smiled, supportively.  For some stupid reason I trusted him.

I went and got changed while he did the same.  He came out with a sexy
white shirt on, his pecs and nips faintly visible through it.  His cologne
was soooo hot, turning me on instantly. Mark gave me some skin tight denim
jeans and a very tight white t-shirt.  I feel so skinny in it...and kinda
emo with those tight jeans on.  We get into his truck and go to pick up
Ross.  Ross gets in wearing a tight shirt, showing his biceps, and jeans
and sneakers, like Mark.  I sat in between them, so much smaller and
dressed like a real fag.  Ross was drinking a beer and kept making me share
it with him...he always left spit on the end and inside.  I thought it was
something men do, so just drank it as if it didn't repulse me.  Ross loving
how dirty I am cleaning it.  His cologne was strong too...i felt so high
and out of it, but starting to sweat from withdrawals from the true stuff.



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