Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 06:54:31 +0000
From: Chuck Hale <chuck0049@outlook.com>
Subject: My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt. 3

My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt.3

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Recapping last few paragraphs of the chapter 2

I hated that he was talking down to me like I was a four year old... and
why should he even bother to pretend, that he cares as to whether I was
hurting or not, I mean I have to do whatever they want anyway... so why
pretend to be nice?

I opened wide and stared up into his handsome youthful face. He was still
smiling, as he pushed his mushroom shaped cock-head between my lips. Then
placing both his hands behind my head... I just knew he was lying to me, he
was going to fuck my face, whether I was ready for it to happen again or
not, I had no doubts about it.

Then I felt it... a small spurt followed by a gush, the frigging bastard
was pissing in my mouth. I looked up, gone was the gentle smile, in it's
place... a mean sadistic smirk. "This will make everything better, no more
sore throat... Hope you love the taste... if not, get used to it... enjoy,
FAGGOT"


		   "My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers" pt. 3


If I thought swallowing a mouthful of Lukas's fresh sperm was disgusting,
this would certainly make that ordeal seem like a pat on the back. Not even
sure, with all the emotions rushing through my mind , which is worse, the
feeling of total disgust, the feeling of total humiliation and shame, the
feeling of anger, the feeling of self pity, the feeling of more of my pride
down the tubes, or the feeling of hatred.

Maybe, at this point it didn't even matter what I was feeling, I mean the
two brothers certainly didn't give a shit about my feelings, as Lukas stood
next to us phrasing his brother. "Oooooh fuck yeah, bro... fill his fucking
belly with your hot piss... wash my big load of cum right down his faggot
throat. Damn, bro, I don't even mind that you stole my idea... I was going
to do that myself... before you took over"

Gunther, now too busy laughing down at me, to control the amount of piss he
was forcing me to drink, nearly drowned me.  "You Know bro, I do come up
with my own ideas occasionally... I mean, give me SOME credit,
geeeezz... but anyways... look at him, isn't he fucking pitiful... and this
is only day one, we have three whole weeks before father returns, to make
his life miserable... hell, by then, he'll be crawling to either one of
us... and begging us to dump a load of cum in his mouth... he'll be so
addicted to it"

Lukas totally agreeing with his brother, reminded him of this school mate
that Gunther brought home to spend the weekend. "Hey bro, that reminds me
of that kid Jake or Blake or whatever his name was... the kid on your
soccer team, Remember? You made a bet with him that I could take him... and
he was so sure of himself, insisting that I couldn't, cause I was younger
than him. Haha, Not only did I beat his ass good... I made him fucking blow
me afterwards... and the fucking kid was calling us for months to let him
come back and spend the night, again"

The two brothers had a good laugh remembering that incident. With Gunther
adding a few words of his own. "yeah bro, of course I remember that... man
you did a number on him too. You fucking kicked his ass till he was begging
you to stop. Then you told him the only way you would stop, is if he gave
you a blow-job. The dude was obviously gay, and hiding it frigging
well... NO ONE... at school even suspected him of being queer either. Yeah,
I remember he ended up blowing us at least a dozen times before that
weekend was over... no wonder he was practically begging to stay over
again, after twelve nice size loads of cum in his belly, he must have
started having withdrawal symptoms the very next day" Both dudes stood over
me, laughing their asses off.

Once Gunther had finished pissing, he walked away, leaving me alone with
Lukas once again. As I knelt there sobbing over the fact that I had both, a
good size load of cum, and probably close to a quart of piss in my
belly. Lukas was giggling again. "Did you like the taste of my brothers
piss, want some of mine now... so you can compare the taste" I stopped
sobbing long enough to answer. "Nooo... please Master Lukas... I think I am
going to be sick... may I please go to the bathroom"

With an evil grin pasted to his mouth, Lukas was quick to respond. "Hell
no... I'm not done having fun with you yet! Hey, I have an idea, I've never
had to fight a dude two years older than me... wanna go out on the lawn and
wrestle some? You can practice your wrestling moves on me...  maybe teach
me a few holds, what do you say...I mean since you are such an experienced
wrestler, maybe you can use some of your special moves, and put me in my
place... bet you'd like that, huh? Wanna give it a shot... might be your
only chance to prove your manhood, and get some revenge at the same time"

The very idea of me having a chance to redeem myself, jolted me back to
life, suddenly the sick feeling was gone, replaced by a tinge of energy,
and a sparkle of hope.

Although the thought of putting this prick in his place sounded way the
hell cool, I was fairly certain that even my three years of High School
wrestling experience, may not be enough for me to attach even one of my
wrestling holds on him, but if I could manage to wrap him up, even in one
of my holds, it would give me instant gratification, no matter how
temporary. What tiny bit of pride I had remaining, insisted that I needed
to go for it. "Ok... but no interference from your brother... just you and
I"

Lukas was all smiles. "Dude? You don't know me very well... but I can tell
you this much, I have never allowed my brother to interfere in any fight I
have ever had in my life... on the other hand, he's never felt the need
to...  either. So here are the rules... #1 there are no rules, we can use
whatever holds we want... #2 a pin means nothing, it's a battle of
submission only...  I mean, verbal submission, no tapping out allowed. #3
Winner gets blown by the loser... and if the loser happens to be you... no
crying about how sore your frigging throat is, DEAL?"

The way I looked at it, what the hell did I have to lose? Surely by now, if
either one of them decided that they wanted a blow-job, then it was gonna
happen, nothing I could do about it, so even if I lose, I'm really no worse
off. "Ok, deal... but if I do win... no way you get to renege on the
deal... you have to keep your part of the bargain"

Lukas was like a little kid all excited at Christmas. "Dude... if YOU
win... I will totally blow you... hold on, I want my brother to get this on
video"

Lukas ran inside the house, a few minutes later he was on his way back with
Gunther in tow, the two of them laughing like hell. Gunther was quick to
confirm how this wrestling match would go down. "Ok... so you two have
agreed that there are to be no rules... that means either of you can use
whatever move or hold you want, and it's legal... and there is no tapping
out... the submission has to be verbal... and the loser has to give the
winner a blow-job... do you both agree to all of this?  Speak now cause
there is no turning back once the wrestling starts"

Both Lukas and I agreed, then we proceeded over to the lawn, me still in my
swimming trunks, and Lukas still in his tight leather like speedo. Gunther
was carrying a small video recorder. "OK you two... shake hands... then
when I yell out ... LET'S RUMBBLE... you guys can start"

I thought to myself, how frigging original, I swear there isn't even a
fraction of a brain cell between the two of them.

Once we shook hands it was just a second or so before Gunther gave us the
go. Before the word rumble was even announced, Lukas hauled off and power
punched me in the gut, and even managed to get a second one in, as I began
to buckle. The first solid punch to my abs was wicked painful, the second
punch sent me sprawling to the ground with both my hands clutching my
stomach.

As I laid on my back looking up, Lukas was standing there straddling my
head, his strong legs spread wide, his two feet on either side of my head,
I was staring up at that well packed leather clad bulge, and that sight
alone intimidated the hell out of me. "Seriously Dude? Two love taps and
you're down? Give me a break... I thought you wanted some revenge... can't
get it from down there, dude... less you plan on eating my feet" This
brought heavy laughter from Gunther. "Maybe that's his plan, bro... we did
SAY anything goes"

Lukas took that as a sign to step on my face with his bare left foot,
adding his weight to that leg, it felt as though he was going to crush my
head. "Is that your plan, bitch? You gonna eat my feet as part of your
revenge... then go right ahead... munch on this one first, faggot"

With his bare foot covering my mouth and nose, I was just as worried about
being smothered to death as I was having my head crushed. He left his foot
there for a couple of moments, while grinding it into my nose and
lips. Thankfully there was no foot odor, only the smell of chlorine from
the pool.

When he pulled his foot away, he insisted that I get up. "Ok faggot... get
up on your feet... and this time give it some effort... I get that you're a
wimp... but hey, even wimps will fight back when given the chance... and
here's your chance"

Standing there facing Lukas once again, I raised my fists to protect myself
from more punches, though I had to wonder about using fists during a
wrestling match, something totally new to me. However, me raising my fists
only brought laughter from Gunther. "Ooooohhh my... be careful bro, the fag
is getting ready to kick your ass, or should I say... kiss it... again" The
two brothers got a good chuckle out of that.

As I stood there trying to prepare myself for when Lukas was ready to let
his fists fly again, he took me by total surprise when he spun around and
with his leg raised high, he slammed his right foot into the side of my
head, as quick as lightening and hard enough to send me flying backwards,
landing once again on my back, with him standing over me. "What is it with
you... didn't we just have this conversation... you can't teach me a lesson
if you insist on laying on your back... now get up, and show me what you've
got" Gunther was cracking up big time. "Fuck, bro... father is gonna love
this video... keep up the good work... show the little bitch who the boss
is"

As much pain as I was in, I was somewhat amused with that statement from
Gunther, I mean let's face it, at this point, I was already thoroughly
convinced who was in charge here, and I didn't see the need to prove it any
further.

Insisting again that I get up and defend myself, Lukas stood over me
brushing the palm of his left hand over his plump basket, grinning down at
me. "Come-on queer-boy... get up and show me some of your wrestling
skills... make me submit and beg for mercy. You know you wanna"

I was beginning to wonder why I should bother, I knew I was powerless
against this younger kid, and him knocking me twice on my ass, wasn't doing
much for my confidence, not that there was much there to begin with. My
stomach still in pain from those two punches, and now I felt for sure his
foot had left a mark on the side of my face. Yet I knew that if I didn't
get up on my feet, it would piss him off big time, so I did. Standing there
wondering how he would attack a third time, I tried keeping my eyes both on
his hands and his legs.

I will say this, the kid was filled with surprises. Still grinning at me,
he simply walked right up to me so frigging calmly, and like a lion, he
pounced on me, throwing me into a wicked tight head-lock. It wasn't your
average head-lock, in other words, it wasn't a choke-hold, his arms were
not wrapped around my neck, they were wrapped around my head, with my face
literally buried into his left armpit. "Yeeaah, bitch... get a good whiff
of what a real jock-boy smells like. You like that? Take a couple of good
whiffs... then I want you to fucking LICK, bitch"

The first thoughts out of my head were of course, `are you frigging kidding
me' where do these kids come up with this shit? When I hesitated to adhere
to his latest order, Lukas simply tightened his grip. And by doing so, his
bicep was pressed against the side of my face and the affect was painful
enough for me to obey. I can't honestly say that his pit was free of odor,
but it wasn't overwhelming either.

I pressed my tongue against the soft hairs and began to lick, as disgusting
as that may sound, it wasn't as though I had an option, as once again I
tried to spare myself from any pain, only to submit to total
humiliation. Lukas was thrilled that his new slave boy was once again
buckling under pressure. "Yeeaah, look at him, bro... he knows his place
all right... he'll be bowing down kissing and licking our fucking
feet... all on his own, before father gets home, we won't even have to
order him to do it"

Gunther, of course had to throw in his own two cents worth. "You're right
bro... and that's what fathers goal is.. but I think he also wants this
bitch to worship you and I... and to show this worshipfulness openly... so
you and I need to come up with an idea where there is absolutely no doubt
that our little stepbrother worships the ground you and I walk on, and to
do so... openly"

Not sure if Lukas was even listening to his older brother, he seemed to be
not only enjoying his new role as a young Master, but getting off on it as
well. "Yeeeaah... you like the taste of my pits, maybe almost as much as
you love the taste of my balls... huh BITCH?  You're getting to know my
body... and you fucking love every inch of it... ain't that right, fag boy"



When Lukas was satisfied with me cleaning his pits for him, he repositioned
his arm around my neck, so that his bicep was pressed against my lips. Then
he flexed it. "you know the routine by now, faggot, KISS IT... then lick
it... show it how much you love it...yeeaah worship my muscles, bitch" I
had to give Lukas credit, for a fifteen year old, he was in excellent
shape, from head to toe, his work-out routine each day was paying off big
time, and the baseball size bicep I was told to worship was proof enough.

After a few kisses and licks of his nice size guns, Lukas flexed his bicep
a bit more, letting me know that his guns were not even at full power while
I was busy worshiping them. He then spun me around, throwing me off
balance, and releasing my head from his tight grip, only to slam his fist
into my gut with all that he had, making me feel as though I just got hit
with a sledge hammer. Seemed like it was in slow motion that I fell to the
floor, landing in a fetal position, clutching my painful abs, and
struggling to catch my breath, after his solid punch knocked all the wind
out of me.

If I had thought for even a moment that he might be finished with me for a
while, I would have been sadly mistaken. Kneeling down next to me and
laughing his ass off, was Lukas. "Dude? How many times I have to tell
ya... you can't teach me a lesson, if you insist on being in this
position. But that don't stop me from teaching YOU a few more tricks of
MINE. Since you seem to love my muscles so much... let's see how much you
enjoy these pythons of mine"

Rolling me over onto my belly, then sitting down on the floor, positioning
himself at my head, Lukas first yanked a fistful of my hair, and pulled my
head up into his groin. Lifting my head, he then slammed my face into his
more than ample pouch, rubbing my face all over the leather like fabric
once again. He then wrapped his legs around my head and flexed his well
muscled thighs, showing off his powerful leg muscles.

My first instinct was to place my hands on his smooth, rock solid thighs,
and try to pull my head free from them. All too soon I saw that as an
unattainable goal. Which only brought heavy laughter from both
brothers. With Gunther once again phrasing his younger
sibling. "Fuck... bro... you HAVE been working out overtime, look at those
frigging quadriceps... damn they're fucking rock solid, bro... better go
easy, dude... we don't want to kill him"

My entire head felt as though it was in a vice grip, with Lukas playing
with my emotions, while he flexed his legs one moment, then eased up a
little, only to add more pressure the next moment, and back and fourth,
while at the same time, both his hands held my head in place, with my face
tightly pressed against his balls and semi-hard-on. Keeping me from crying
out my submission... verbally. At times I literally thought my time here on
earth was close to an end, that's how powerful his head scissor grip
was. There were moments when I couldn't hear what was being said between
the two brothers, only mumbled words, but when Lukas WANTED me to hear him,
he would ease up on the pressure. "So... queer-boy... you just can't seem
to get enough of my private parts... huh? Do you believe me NOW... when I
said that I can totally squash your head... like a bug? Would you like me
to show you just how easy that would be for me to do"

When I was convinced that there was no way out of this wicked tight
entrapment, I decided to submit one hundred percent, and the only way I
could do this... was to somehow convince Lukas that I was more than
willing... to worship his muscular body, every frigging inch of it,
24/7. So I began brushing the palm of my hand up and down the outside of
his powerful thighs, softly massaging them... letting him know that I was
HIS totally. This brought a slight lion like roar from Lukas... letting us
know that without a doubt, HE is the more ALPHA male in the room. "Hope
you've got all that on video, bro... I guess there is no question
now... who the true owner is... of this little fucking BITCH"

Gunther, now getting somewhat impatient, began pouting off. "Geezzze bro,
when I said you could have him for as long as you wanted, I didn't really
think you would hog him for THREE hours. I need to get off... like soon. Do
you think you can wrap it up... just till I pump a load in his
mouth... Then you can have him back again, I promise" Lukas, now totally
feeling his oats, apparently wanted to see for himself just how far this
new acquisition of power extended. "Maybe if you ask me nicely... I might
consider releasing the fag now, even though I am not quite finished with
him"

Gunther was pissed and he didn't even try and hide it. "Fuck you,
moron... let him go NOW or else" This brought a grin to Lukas's face. "OR
ELSE... really ? OR ELSE WHAT... or else you'll be trading places with this
bitch... I wouldn't have a problem with you trading places with
him... having your head between these two pythons, and your face buried in
my crotch, while you massage these powerful legs of mine... so what do you
say? Is that what you want"

Gunther was quiet, while thinking of a come-back. "Listen up bro... we
agreed, along with father... that training this fag would be a shared
responsibility between you and I... now I don't want to be the one to piss
father off... but if you're willing to speak up to father the way you are
doing to me right now... well then... I will back off and you can take full
responsibility... deal? I mean, it's obvious that all this control that you
now have over a dude older than you... has quickly gone to your head... and
you are now on this wicked power trip and all.. but the truth is... you
need to come back down to earth... before you get hurt"

IT was Lukas's turn to stop and think. "Forget what I said, bro... here you
can take him for a while... I need to take an hour and think up some
training stuff for the pussy anyway" Gunther stood there and watched as
Lukas released me from his tight head-scissor lock, then roughly used both
his feet to push me towards Gunther. "K, bro... sweet... I so need to get
off... and I think this lil bitch is more than ready for another mouthful
of ALPHA male seed"

Lukas, then gave a heavy sigh. "K... bro... as long as you know... that
this bitch belongs to me now, and I still have like tons of stuff to teach
him... I want him thoroughly trained, before Father gets home" Gunther
nodded his head. "Sure... I get it... I really do... it's just that I need
to nut big time, I mean you already had one nut... and I haven't yet. So
what other things you planning on?  You gonna fuck him" I (once again)
could not believe that these two brats were talking about me like I wasn't
even there, and did Gunther mean `you gonna FUCK him' was that a serious
question? NO FRIGGING WAY! I swear, there is no way I would let either of
them go that far.

Lukas was quick to respond, and I was briefly relieved. "Eeeww... noooo,
that's disgusting bro... no way will I ever stick my dick up another dudes
ass... I'm ok with fucking his mouth... and actually, I love doing
that... feels frigging awesome, especially listening to him choke and gag,
but I will never put my cock up his poop-shoot" "Fine... but I plan on
doing it... maybe not today, but one day... I want to humiliate this bitch
as much as possible... just imagine hearing him screaming... when I have my
whole nine inches inside him... he's going to yell his lungs out, and
frigging beg like he has never begged before"

Lukas, quiet at first, like he was pondering the idea, finally
spoke. "Sounds HOT... and I definitely want to watch and listen as he
screams and begs... but... I'll pass on fucking him, I'm perfectly happy
listening to him choke, while he's making love to my... NINE AND A
HALF... inches"

That little slap-in-the -face didn't get ignored by Gunther. "Shut up,
bro... we're talking about half an inch... you make it sound like you are
SOOO much bigger" "the point is... that half an inch means that I am
BIGGER, and I bet I out muscle you now too, so that makes me BIGGER in
every department"

The tone in Gunthers voice sounded like he was getting pissed off, once
again. "You REALLY think you are stronger than me? Well... you won't
fucking think so... when I pin your ass down... will you" Lukas was now
grinning big time. "IF... you can pin my ass down...IF, not WHEN"

The words of war ceased when Gunther roughly grabbed me by the hair, and
roughly threw me down at his feet. "Get on your knees, fag-boy... time to
taste and compare... you already got a whole mouthful of my brothers
cum... now you're gonna get the first of very many mouthfuls from
me... then you can tell us... whose cum tastes better. Remember... I am not
gonna stop in the middle of fucking your scull... just so you can catch a
breath... not gonna happen... so you better adjust to breathing through
your nose only"

Grabbing himself another fistful of my hair, Gunther first placed me on my
knees, then ordered me to once again lick the out-line of his cock through
his tight CK briefs. "before you get to blow me... I want you to brush your
faggot tongue up and down the length of that protruding hunk of meat,
bitch... yeah, clean the front of my underwear good"

Knowing that Gunther was already pissed off at his brother, I didn't want
to agitate him any further, so I did as I was told, without argument. Since
his tight and sexy briefs were a clean pair, just within the past fifteen
minutes, there was no body odor. So licking the front, and brushing my
tongue up and down the out-line of his thick, and wicked hard shaft, may
have been degrading, but without any odor, it wasn't really
disgusting. However it did feel weird having my tongue pressed tightly
against his hard member, even if it was hidden behind the thin cotton.

That humiliating act only lasted a few moments, before Gunther pulled my
head away. "Remove my briefs for me, bitch... it's time to re-acquaint you
with my big cock... first I want you to kiss and lick that awesome looking
piss-slit... YEEAAH... LICK that piss-hole, faggot" I expected his
piss-slit to taste like piss, since he recently urinated inside my mouth,
and made me drink it.  Then I remembered that he had showered since then,
not that it would have mattered, since I had already drank nearly a quart
of his piss, a slight taste of it at this point would be easy enough to
handle.

All too soon, Gunther was ready to (as he says) re-acquaint his dick to my
throat, and I felt my whole body shiver at just the thought. "better open
wide... cause this is bigger than both of us... and I can't wait to pump a
huge frigging wad of my superior sperm inside your mouth, fucking fag, but
first... I just want you to suck on that big cock-head... yeah, worship
it... with your warm mouth and tongue"

I know I am exaggerating when I say that just the head of his cock alone,
felt as though I had his entire dick inside my mouth, but...  it was that
big. As I brushed my tongue all over that smooth, but hard, monster of a
head, my thoughts went back to what Gunther referred to as his superior
sperm. I thought, well... if his cum is superior, then his cock-head must
surely be the MASTER of ALL, still with that said, if I had to guess, I
would have to say that Lukas's cock-head was still slightly larger.

As I massaged the head of his dick with my tongue, including the wide ridge
and underneath the ridge, Gunther was openly showing his appreciation of my
new talent. "Damn... you've improved greatly just within the past few
hours, bitch. I love the feel of your warm tongue making love to my
precious cock-head... but let's see if your cock-sucking has improved, once
you have the whole shaft inside your mouth" Gunther then pulled the huge
knob out of my mouth, allowing me a tiny break before re-acquainting me
with all nine inches. "Take a huge breath of air, fag-boy... and make it
last... cause you won't be given another break, till your queer mouth is
literally over flowing with my warm cum"

True to his word, Gunther was quick to feed me his entire nine inches, an
inch at a time, till I felt his thick bush tickle my nose. Holding my head
in place for a moment or two, he listened to me gag, and watched as the
tears rolled down my cheeks, tears not from the humiliation of it all, no,
by now, I was past that emotion, these were tears caused by a huge
object... scraping the walls of my throat. All too soon, Gunther began
sliding his dick in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, then he increased
the pace of pumping his huge cock in and out.

Within a moment or two from when he began, he was literally fucking my face
with brute force, and obviously enjoying the warmth and tightness of my
throat. "Oooh fuck yeeaah, bro... you've trained him well, can't believe he
is this good so frigging soon. Take it you fucking fag... turning your
mouth and throat into our personal cunt is happening sooner than we could
have hoped for... you'll be choking on the quantity of my thick load in no
time at all"

This is not to say that having my mouth and throat filled to the max was an
easy effort on my part, hell no, I was still gagging, but not to the extent
that I was, the first time Gunther made me take it all, just to see if
doing so would kill me.

After that first time, of being choked by Gunther, and then literally
having my scull fucked by his younger bro, I had achieved something I
didn't feel possible, since nearly drowning on Lukas's copious load of
thick sperm. I had learned to breathe through my nose, and to swallow as I
went along... not quite to the extent of taking it all without
gagging... but certainly gone was that horrible feeling that I was
literally being choked to death.

This new achievement seemed to please Gunther, as he continued phrasing his
brother. "Oh fuck... bro... you did an awesome job at training this
cunt... he's taking my cock NOW... as if he's been blowing me for a
frigging month" Of course Lukas wasn't going to allow this new ability of
mine to slip by without jabbing at his older brothers ego. "Shhhh... quiet
bro... tell me what do you hear? Since he sucked MY dick" Other than the
slight gagging sound, the room was for the most part... quiet. "I don't
hear ANYTHING, Lukas. Why? What am I supposed to be listening for"
"Exactly... we don't hear anything... no choking... no fighting... no
moaning sounds... that should be proof enough that my cock is WAY bigger
than yours, accept it, bro... I have a longer, and thicker cock than
you... when he is giving me head, he's fucking making all kinds of sounds,
cause it is so big and all, but with you... he isn't struggling at
all... no need for him to struggle... why? Because you are smaller than me,
and he can handle it so much easier"

I'll give Lukas credit for one thing, he certainly knows which buttons to
push, when it comes to pissing his older brother off, and he was making a
habit of pushing those buttons way too often. "Don't be an asshole,
bro... we all know by NOW... that your cock is half an inch bigger, big
fucking deal... now drop it... before you get dropped"

 If Gunther thought that those words would frighten his younger brother
into keeping quiet, he'd be wrong of course. "There you go again... I think
you and I need to test our strength... so I can prove to you that I am
stronger, Gunthy" Ohhh no, I couldn't believe Lukas just called his older
brother Gunthy. I had a feeling that those were fighting words... but I had
my own problems to worry about. It seemed that the more Lukas aggravated
his bro, the harder his brother would thrust himself into my head.

Gunther didn't appear to be in any hurry to challenge his young
brother. "Fine... just to keep you quiet... one of these days... we will
have an arm wrestling contest, the winner of two outta three will prove to
be the stronger... now drop it... so I can fill this bitches mouth with a
nice size load of my specialty sauce" "seems to me bro... that you are
worried a little... if you were not afraid that I will prove to be stronger
than you... then you would want to test our strength as soon as
possible... I say we do it after you get your nut inside the fags mouth"
"oh my word... you just won't shut the fuck up will you? Ok then... have it
your way... we will arm wrestle as soon as I get off... but then after
that... I don't want to hear any more shit from you... YOU GOT IT"

If choking is what Lukas wanted to hear, then he got his way once
again. Gunther was now pounding the inside of my head with his wicked hard
missile launcher, and it was doing a number on me, both physically as well
as mentally. I began gagging and choking like never before, I felt my eyes
roll up inside my head for a brief moment, tears were now streaming down my
cheeks. I began pounding Gunther's thighs with all the strength I could
muster. Then, it was over, the first volley of his thick cum blasted my
throat, just as he began to pull his cock out of there, so that most of his
load would settle inside the cavity of my mouth. He wanted me to savor the
taste. Wanted me to see, that he too could fill my mouth to overflowing
portions. I might add, that he easily accomplished his goal. The taste of
his warm sperm, was a little tart... where as the warm cum from Lukas, was
just as plentiful, yet a bit sweeter tasting. Damn, I'm beginning to sound
like an expert on the taste of sperm. what the hell is happening to me
here?

Gunther, was breathing almost as hard as I was. "Did you like that, faggot?
I bet you did... bet you love the fucking taste of my cum, too... now
swallow it... you fucking little BITCH. Then get busy cleaning my cock with
that fucking cunt of a mouth... and clean it good, cock-sucker"

As I swallowed, I couldn't help but compare the two different cum deposits
I was forced to eat. Lukas's sperm wasn't quite as thick and creamy... but
it did appear to be more sweeter tasting. Where as Gunther's cum was
thicker with a creamier texture, but more tart than his younger brothers. I
do have to admit at this stage of the game, I didn't find either load
repulsive. That is not to say, I would want their sperm as an everyday
snack... just saying it wasn't as gross as I had thought it would be.

As I lapped and sucked Gunther's large cock-head clean, Lukas was being
somewhat impatient, wanting to show off his incredible strength, and
humiliate his older brother at the same time. I kinda had my doubts about
Lukas, as powerful as he is for his age, I figured that Gunther was still a
full year older, and therefore may hold maybe a small advantage over his
brother.

Yet Lukas didn't have ANY doubts. "So bro... I've been thinking... since
you refuse to believe, that there is even a slight possibility, that I am
more stronger than you... we should have something at stake here... you
know... to award the winner" "what the hell you going on about now? What do
you mean, like an award? What the fuck, bro... you want me to run out and
buy a fucking trophy or something?  I'm gonna kick your ass... and I don't
need no prize for doing it... just the pleasure of putting you in your
fucking place... will be reward enough"

Lukas wasn't giving up on the reward thing that easily. "Actually... I was
thinking that maybe the loser would be a slave for the winner... I don't
mean sex wise either... I mean like the loser has to serve the winner in
other ways... you know, like remove sneakers, do all the chores, fetch
snacks, and stuff like that. What do you think? You up for that"

Gunther, shook his head. "whatever, bro... but isn't that why we are busy
training this fucking pussy?  Isn't he supposed to do all that shit for us?
Why the fuck would one of us have to do that crap? And for how long are we
talking here... a day... a week... what" "Geeze bro, easy there... it would
only be for like a month, no more... and of course the fag would still have
to wait on us... but at times, the loser would have to take over and wait
on the winner... just with the little stuff... nothing big... so, what do
you say"

Gunther apparently feeling a bit frustrated with his younger brother, threw
his hands up in the air. "Sure... whatever... If you want me to humiliate
you like that... then fuck it... let's do it... anything to shut you the
fuck up"

To be continued