Date: Tue, 26 May 2015 22:38:55 +0000 From: Chuck Hale Subject: My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt. 5 Please, if you enjoy the stories here at Nifty, and where else can we find such a tremendous amount of wonderful stories totally FREE? Please donate whatever you can afford to help keep this awesome web site in business and totally free. Thank You, Chaz My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers by: Chaz unkle_c@yahoo.com Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read material of this nature where you live, Please stop now! This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys...and is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! Also, because this story is completely fiction, it takes place in a world without AIDS, and other deathly diseases. So unlike the characters in my stories, please be careful, and ALWAYS play SAFE. I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! unkle_c@yahoo.com My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt. 5 Recapping Pt. 4 (the last few paragraphs) Nearly screaming in pain, Gunther fell off the sofa and onto the floor, in a fetal position, with both hands cradling his painful balls. Now with a slight grin on his face, as he stared into the eyes of the kid sitting next to him, Lukas directed his attention to Gunthers friend. "Seems he is useless to me for a few moments... so why don't you massage my leg, till he is able to return and do as he was told" The poor kid was literally speechless, seeing this shirtless well muscled jock, sitting next to him, and being ordered to massage the dudes leg, while his wicked tough friend was laying in pain on the floor, left him with his mouth agape. If the poor kid only knew who he was dealing with. He at first tried in vain to push the powerful leg off his lap, but no way was it going to budge, not even a fraction of an inch. The kid then squinted his eyes and gave an angry growl. "Git your fucking leg off me, asshole" I simply shook my head and quietly said a prayer for the poor kid. Lukas stood up facing the kid, still sitting on the sofa. Then he climbed up on the sofa, straddling the kids thighs with his own, and leaned inward, till the crotch of his thin, skimpy, sweaty, nylon shorts, was pressed into the face of the brave, but obviously soon to be dead, kid. And just before he started grinding his package into the kids face, he let the kid know, what was up. "Well... since you don't wanna massage my legs... you can take care of this problem for me" My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt. 5 Hearing those words, the kid at first tried putting up a fight. However, he soon realized that trying to push this well muscled young jock off him, wasn't going to happen. Especially seeing what happened to his friend laying there on the floor. He was convinced that his bud Gunther was one of the toughest kids ever to move to the neighborhood, and if this dude, pinning him against the sofa, could beat-up Gunther, then he definitely didn't stand a chance. Lukas held the kids head tightly with both fists wrapped around the dudes hair, and his nylon covered basket pressing that head against the sofas back. Laughing down at the helpless kid. "you know? You should be ashamed of yourself, I mean you must be around my brothers age, right? Yet, here I am... a year younger... and you don't stand a snowballs chance in hell of defending yourself against me, pretty pathetic, huh? So you like having your lips pinned against the outline of my dick? Tell you what... give it a kiss... and I'll let you go... BUT... you ever call an asshole or any other fucking name again... I will seriously beat you, till you are out cold... now give the out-line of my dick-head a kiss... show me how very sorry you are, for calling me an asshole" I watched closely to see what the kid would do, I recognized him from school, he was a tough punk, and often bullied students, sometimes beating them up for no reason. He never struck me as a nerd, or as a wimp that would buckle easily under pressure. But sure enough, as I watched, the kid slowly raised his arms, then placed the palms of his hands on the outside of Lukas's solid thighs, and very slowly began massaging the length of them, up and down. Lukas trying to impress the kid with his strength, began flexing his leg muscles, increasing the hardness of his outer thighs, causing the kid to flinch and blink his eyes.Then the kid totally shocked me as I watched his cheeks pucker up, he pressed his face harder against Lukas's groin. We heard a sigh, followed by a slight muffled moan, knowing that it wasn't coming from Lukas, I continued to watch the scene unfold, just as Lukas turned to me and grinned. "I'm gonna fucking love school this year" Obviously, the kid did as ordered, and Lukas kept his word. A few seconds later, I watched as Lukas removed his hands from the kids head, and took one step backwards, releasing the pressure his groin had on the kids face. I think we both expected the kid to try and bolt at this point, yet once again, the kid surprised us, by leaning his head forward, as though he was trying to keep his lips attached to the now hefty package, pulling away from him. Lukas began to laugh his ass off. "What the fuck, kid... you trying to blow me? Sorry to disappoint ya... but if you wanna blow me, you have to work for it, like everyone else... get down on the floor... since my brother is still trying to recover... you can take his place... and do my feet" The poor kid tried to explain as his face turned three shades of red. "Noooo I don't want to blow you... I just don't wanna fight you... so I thought that if I kissed it once more... you would keep your word and let me go. Lukas wasn't totally convinced, as he turned his head and looked over at his bro. "Who is this kid... and where did you meet him" Gunther, now kneeling, but still rubbing his sore nads, and looking wicked pissed at his brother, spoke up. "His name is Kyle Hartwell... but they call him Hammer-boy, cause he's good at using his fists, and pounding on dudes at school and around the neighborhood. Met him at the pool hall downtown, a couple of weeks ago. By the way... why the fuck did you did you do that to me... all this month I've been doing everything you say...yet you just keep getting meaner with every passing day... what the fuck, bro? Why you being this way" Lukas, not showing much sympathy towards his brother, just smirked. "shut the fuck up, before I shut you up, AGAIN" Turning his head back and glaring in the kids eyes. "So... Kyle Hammer-boy Hartwell... to show that I do keep my word... I'm gonna let you run out of here with your tail between your legs... but be warned... there's a new sheriff in town... and he don't like cowards... now get the fuck outta my house... before the new sheriff changes his mind" Hammer-boy, didn't waste anytime, hopping off the sofa and making a beeline towards the door. Lukas then turned once again to his brother, with a mean scowl. "I'm gonna give you one more chance... get the fuck over here and remove my sneakers for me" Gunther did as he was told, but not without making a few comments. "You know I only have two days left at being your slave, right? After that, don't ever expect me to do shit for you again. You don't treat blood the way you've been treating me... but I'll let father deal with that... you may think that you will be impressing him with all your new muscles, and your mean as hell attitude, but your BIG mistake? Was turning on ME" Gunther crawled over to his brother, positioning himself between Lukas's strong legs, as he knelt there, staring coldly into his brothers eyes, he submitted once again. "I'll do as you order... but remember... only two days left" Lukas, lifting his right leg, and placing it on his brothers right shoulder, gave his bro the famous family smirk. "Remove my sneaker, and make love to my feet... you fucking loser... you think you scare me? You wanna know why... I fucking hurt you all the time" Lukas quickly removed his leg from his brothers shoulder, then grabbed himself a fistful of Gunthers hair, and pulled his face in between his thighs, and locked them around his brothers head. "Because I CAN... and because I want you and everyone else to know... that I RULE you... and there isn't shit that you can do about it. As far as our father is concerned, he has already postponed his trip home a few times... be lucky to see him before out twenty first birthday... at this rate" Lukas roughly smashed his brothers handsome face into his nylon covered crotch, smothering him, and then proceeded to flex his leg muscles, allowing his bro, to feel the power, he was up against. "You think you only have two days left as my slave? I will decide for how long you are my slave... I should make you blow me... cause I think that you secretly want to... but I will keep my word about the no sex agreement... keep you dreaming about me choking you... till you are ready to fucking beg me to drop that agreement, and let you chow down on my NINE & HALF inches... KISS IT, you fucking loser" I knelt there watching and listening, partly thankful that I was being given a break for a change, partly feeling sorry for Gunther. I watched as Lukas would tighten the head scissors he held his own brother in, and then after a moment or two, he would ease up a bit, only to flex them again a moment later, and back and forth, torturing his poor bro, long after Gunther gave in, and kissed the outline of his brothers cock-head. Watching the expression on Lukas's face, as he literally tortured his brother with his powerful head scissors, I was amazed at how much pleasure Lukas received, when he was able to use that particular wrestling hold on someone. It was like he so totally enjoyed torturing another person with his well muscled thighs. While constantly wearing a sadistic grin pasted to his youthful handsome face, he so loved watching the contorted facial expressions on whomever he held captive. After physically torturing his only brother, for well over an hour, he released his bro's head, and then roughly pushed him away, using his feet. At that point, both Lukas and I watched poor Gunther rub the sides of his head, while closing his eyes, his facial expression showing his discomfort, as Lukas sat there with a triumphant smile pasted to his face. A couple of moments later, Lukas got up from the sofa, went to his basket of dirty clothes, and first pulled out two of his dirty jock-straps, and then a pair of dirty socks. After looking over both jocks and the socks, trying to determine which was the most fowl, he dropped one jock and the socks on the floor by the sofa. Then approached his brother who was still rubbing the sides of his head. Lukas then had to literally force the dirty jock into his bro's mouth, while yelling at him. "SUCK ON THAT, YOU FUCK... and if you spit it out, before I give you permission... I will beat you so bad, you'll wish that you were dead... yeeaah, get a good taste of where that's been... and all those dirty stains, had better be gone when you're done" Then looking over at me, after sitting back on the sofa, Lukas just grinned, while bending his index finger back and forth, directing me to come to him. I knew better than to stand and walk to him, knowing damn well he would be pissed off, I crawled over to him on my hands and knees like a dog. "Open wide, faggot... I have a treat for you... I'm going to allow you to choose which of my feet to start with, then you're going clean these socks of mine, that I have worn all day. you would prefer... my dirty JOCK, or these dirty SOCKS, which will it be? JOCK or SOCK" Lifting one hand up and then dropping it, only to lift the other hand up. "JOCK or SOCK... jock or sock... jock or sock" While using my facial expressions to show my disgust with the options being offered me, I noticed the yellowish stains on the jock, and I had to wonder, If that is the cleaner of the two, poor Gunther must be fighting hard right now, not to barf. I nodded my head, opting for the socks. Lukas now grinning from ear to ear, while lifting his left leg, and resting it on my shoulder, had another thought. "You know what, faggot.. since you gave me such an awesome blow-job... I am going to allow you another option. Go ahead and remove my sneakers for me... I'm sure you would much prefer the socks I am wearing now, over these ones in my hand, I mean, the ones I am wearing may have a better flavor, since I jogged for a couple of hours earlier" I just could not stop hating this young dude, and his frigging evil little mind. Actually, at that moment, I wasn't sure whom I hated more, the two brothers for using me non stop as their newest toy, or my mother for ruining my life, by marrying the brother of Adolf Hitler. Once I removed Lukas's left sneaker, I was immediately ordered to do the same with the right. Now with both sneakers laying on the floor, Lukas raised his sock covered left foot to my face. "KISS... and then LICK... till I order you to stop" Having his left foot pressed flush against my face, left me with no other option but to take in a not so clean odor, as the slightly damp foot covered both my nose as well as my lips. Not daring to piss Lukas off, I kissed the younger brothers foot, as I was ordered to do, bringing another smirk to Lukas's face. "KISS IT AGAIN" After fulfilling my latest order to kiss the damp and slightly musky smelling, yet sexy foot, of my fifteen year old master. I began my journey from heal to toes, with my tongue pressed against the cotton covered foot. Licking, tasting, and inhaling the slightly moist fabric. I suppose it was just another victory, another notch etched into the dominant and aggressive mind of this way out of control teen. After licking steadily for about fifteen minutes non stop, I pulled my face away for just a quick breather, only to have it slapped several times with force, leaving a stinging, numb like sensation. Lukas, angry with me for taking a breather, used the same foot that I was being made to worship, to roughly kick me, causing me to fall over backwards, and onto the floor. Before having a chance to pull myself back up to a kneeling position, Lukas used that foot again to pin my head to the floor, totally covering my face with his heal, sole and toes, then after leaving his foot there for several minutes, and nearly smothering me, he looked down at me with a smirk. "you don't get a break, unless I say you get a break, faggot. When you gonna learn... you're not the one in control here... I am" After a few moments of having my head literally pinned to the floor, Lukas lifted the foot, but only by a hair, once again allowing my tongue access to it. "Go ahead queer-boy, continue licking... till I give you permission to stop" As I licked the sock covered foot from heal to toe, I couldn't help but feel as though I had reached another low point, now I could ad worshipping their feet to my ongoing lists of humiliations. Lukas now appeared quite happy with my performance and his ability to control me completely. "Dude? You look so frigging pathetic laying there on the floor, under my feet. Is there any part of my body that you wont worship? I think not... I think you will do whatever the hell I order you to do... isn't that right" Fifteen year old Lukas emphasized this by grinding his foot once again into my face. After approximately twenty minutes of having his slave-boy worship both his feet, the younger brother insisted that I remove his socks for him, and proceed to massage his sexy feet. "Ok fag-boy... take my socks off me, not with your hands, but with your teeth... then I want you to give my feet that best foot massage they have ever had. You do a good job... and maybe I will allow you to give me another awesome blow-job a little later" Removing Lukas's socks using just my teeth, proved to be not only another humiliating task, but a difficult one as well. Working at it for quite sometime, I was able however, to accomplish what appeared at first to be an impossible demand. Again, my young master appeared to enjoy my position at his feet. "Well done, faggot... now take your time while using your hands to massage each of my feet. Do your best to please me... and I will reward you with another copious mouthful of my precious, warm, thick and creamy, special sauce...doesn't that sound awesome? I loved watching you choke on that last plentiful load, almost as much as I loved feeding it to you" After completing the humiliating task of massaging the feet of the younger brother, Lukas roughly forced the toes and soles of each of his sweat dampened socks, into my mouth. "Here you go, bitch... I've decided to let you continue cleaning these socks, as apposed to the dirty ones on the floor. Now open up wide and suck on these for a while... let's see if you can do as good a job cleaning these socks with your mouth as my brother can with my jock, meanwhile, I'll be in my bedroom downloading some interesting photos onto my laptop" Apparently, no one was more surprised than the brothers, when out of nowhere their father walks in the front door. Taking one look at me with Lukas's socks hanging from my mouth, Lars laughed. "I see my son Gunther has discovered a new way to launder his clothes... I must say he has quite the imagination, doesn't he" Removing the socks from my mouth I corrected him. "These socks are not Gunthers, they belong to Lukas's" Lars laughed even harder than the first time. "You don't say... well I stand corrected... it's my son Lukas then... that has a wild imagination... but... for a fifteen year old, you have to give him credit, right" Walking further into the room, he stopped short, seeing his older son kneeling on the floor with a jock hanging out of his mouth. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on here... why do you have that disgusting thing hanging from your mouth... and why the hell do you have a black eye, and those bruises on your body... I repeat... what the hell is going on here" Gunther removed Lukas's jock-strap from his mouth, and asked his father for sometime alone together so that he could explain. The two went into the study and closed the door, about thirty minutes later Lukas entered the room, towel drying his hair. "Hey where did my brother go... he didn't ask for permission to leave this room" It was my turn to grin, as I gleefully explained to him. "Your brother is in the study... with your father, having a private conversation" I found it interesting that the father didn't have a problem with me being bullied and having to suck on his youngest sons dirty socks, but finding his older son in a similar situation, totally pissed him off, but from my experience with Lars and from what I had learned from the sons about him, I wasn't the tiniest bit surprised. After conversing for nearly an hour, Lars and Gunther exited the study and walked into the parlor, with Lars questioning the whereabouts of his youngest son. "where is Lukas" coming in from the kitchen, Lukas spoke up. "I'm right here... father" Lars, not appearing very happy, snapped at his fifteen year old son. "I want you in the damn study... but first, I want you to march up to your room and put some clothes on... you will wear more than a damn swim suit, when I am around... now go change, then get right back here and meet me in the study" Not exactly sure what was said to either son, all I know is that Gunther left the study in a much better mood than he had been in, in sometime. Where as Lukas, after being in the study with his father for nearly an hour and a half, exited the room with a frown on his face, and red eyes. Lukas approached his brother, and apologized. "Listen bro... I must apologize... I guess I got carried away, and over excited with all this new power and stuff. Father is right... you and I are blood... we shouldn't be fighting amongst ourselves. Plus Father has forbid it to ever happen again. Please forgive me bro" His father standing there listening, to the heartfelt apology, nodded his head in approval. Gunther, looking at his younger brother with anger in his eyes, apparently wasn't buying the whole apology thing, he knew as well as I did, that Lukas not only has an anger problem, but also has a tendency to be a control freak, but since his father had not only lectured Lukas for such a long time but also had forbidden any future fights between the two brothers, Gunther decided to call a truce. "Fine bro... all is forgiven... we'll pretend it never happened" Again, this apparently met the fathers approval. "Good... tonight, we will go to the airport and pick up your cousin Dolph... we will then go out to dinner. Tomorrow night I fly back to London to be with your stepmother... that will give me some time to get Dolph settled in" I wanted to know what was happening with my mother... she is never abroad on business for more than a few weeks, and it's now been a month. "Lars, why is my mother still in London, and when will she be returning" Seeming a little put out that he has to even be bothered by me, Lars, rolled his eyes, sighed, and then spoke. "The government would like her to stay in London, till she can settle an international problem that has been a thorn in Americas side for some time now... she may very well be there for a few more weeks. Meanwhile... I am leaving my son Gunther in charge here at the house, and I would prefer if you have any problems, that you not bother your mother with them, but that you contact me instead... she has enough on her mind, understood? However, with that said... I am quite confident that my sons can handle whatever problem that may occur, So I would prefer you work it out with one of them before bothering me, understood? Also, I trust you will obey all house rules that my sons may feel the need to set, while I am away " Watching the reaction on Lukas's face after hearing his fathers words pertaining to Gunther being in charge of the house when he is not around, I noticed that he seemed a little annoyed, rolling his eyes as he smirked. I thought to myself, well this should be interesting, but only time will tell. Maybe after getting lectured by his father, it will be enough to keep him from fighting or dominating his weaker bro. Not being invited to ride with them to the airport, and not being given any duties to fulfill while they were away, I took a much needed shower, and then rested in my room, simply because I could. It was late when the family returned home. I had taken a nap, only to be awoken by Lars voice calling to me. "Barret... come here, I have someone for you to meet" Once in the parlor, I was introduced to Dolph, a handsome young teen, the same age as Lukas. I could see a strong resemblance to his cousins. Very athletic looking, with darker hair, and eyes, but otherwise the same muscular frame, and of course the famous family smirk. After introductions, Lars dismissed us, and asked his nephew to join him in the study, but not before Dolph instructed me to fetch his luggage from the car, which angered and frustrated me to no end. Looking to Lars for some sort of reprieve, he simply nodded his head. "Go ahead... do as your told... I expect you to show Dolph the same respect, as you have been taught by my sons to show them" I couldn't believe my ears, I know I should have seen this coming, and I know by now that I was pretty much considered a personal slave to the sons, but why should I also be a slave to a visitor. Yet, knowing the temper and violent mood swings that appeared to run in the family, I chose not to argue the point, and marched out to the car to FETCH the nephews luggage, all five suitcases. While Lars and his nephew Dolph were inside the study discussing whatever, the two brothers and myself were in the parlor playing on my X-Box. Lukas appeared to be treating Gunther a whole lot better, and things seemed to be back to the way they were, when the two entered my life. Whatever my feelings were about Lars, he certainly has the respect and cooperation of his two sons, and the proof was in the way Lukas had done a complete turn around since his fathers lecture. Once the door to the study opened, Lars and Dolph stepped out into the parlor, I looked up to see Lars patting his nephew on the back. Not sure why, but for some odd reason, both looked in my direction, and Dolph staring directly into my eyes, gave me what I now considered the famous family smirk. Lars walked away, and Dolph joined his cousins and myself in front of the wide screen television, while the two brothers were going at it hot and heavy playing the latest "Call of Duty" Dolph staked his claim on the next game. "I call the next game... I'm going to show you all how an expert wins at this game" After a couple of hours of playing with the X-Box, and before going off to bed, the four of us sat in the parlor, chatting like we were all the best of friends. The discussion turned to my High school, and my best friend. Dolph seemed rather curious, asking all sorts of questions about Jayden and other friends I may have at school. It seemed kind of odd, since up till now the brothers had absolutely no interest in my backround. After explaining to the three that our local High School was probably like any other, and that the two brothers would fit in just fine, I went on to explain that after graduating a few weeks ago, my plans were to attend a University out of state. Not sure why, but after announcing this, Gunther and Lukas looked at each other and grinned. The three also seemed impressed that Jayden was not only one of the top jocks at my school, but also extremely popular with all the students, and especially with all the girls in town. They also seemed impressed with the fact that Jayden has been dating the same girl for the past three years. Gunther also raised another interesting question, if Jayden and I were best friends, why had he and his brother not met him up till now. I explained that he had been away with his girlfriend on a three week trip across country, and that he's been pretty busy since his return home. Of course I couldn't reveal the real reason I have been holding him at bay since his return home. Which is because I didn't want him seeing how I have become pretty much a slave to the stepbrothers, and the control they have over me. I was very happy when the conversation changed to Dolph, and his upcoming three shows at the Civic Center. He mentioned that we were all invited, and that he had several tickets available for us. He went on to explain that his popularity in Germany had grown rapidly in the past couple of years, and that he, even at his young age, was considered one of the best Hypnotists in his country. Dolph claimed that he was overly tired, what with the long day, and his thirteen hour plane ride, and stated he was off to bed. As we all stood and said goodnight to one another, Gunther told me that he wanted to see me in his room, which brought a wide grin to both Dolph and Lukas. I had wondered if Dolph had been informed about my special duties as the wimpy stepbrother, and that grin between the two cousins pretty much confirmed my suspicions. Now my curious mind wondered, if I he too would be enjoying my special services. Why Gunther had chosen that particular night to expand my list of duties, particularly to him, I have no clue. Once inside his room, he told me to shut and lock the bedroom door. I quickly became concerned, because up till now, his door had never been closed, never mind locked, while I gave him his, before-bed-blow-job. "Get naked, bitch... tonight I get to take your cherry... I'm gonna fuck your brains out... while I officially turn you into a BITCH" I quickly turned to the door, desperately needing to escape the confines of his room. But, suspecting that would be my first reaction, and before I could even reach for the lock, I was tackled, and thrown on top of Gunthers king size bed. Apparently Gunther had this all planned out in advance, because from out of no-where he had one of his dirty jock-straps in his hand, and as he pinned me down, while straddling my chest, he managed to force the jock into my mouth. "This is to keep you from yelling for help... not that you would receive any... but since my cousin needs his sleep tonight... I don't want your screaming keeping him awake. Now, you either strip down to nothing, willingly... or I will rip your fucking clothes to shreds... which will it be" With a mouthful of his disgusting jock, and my arms pinned beneath his strong legs, there was no way I could answer. I could only respond with a muffled reply, and plead with him through my horrified eyes. In return, I received a sadistic grin. "Times up faggot... I don't have a problem ripping these off you" Showing off his powerful strength once again, Gunther proceeded to rip my t-shirt and shorts to shreds, leaving me completely naked on top of his bed. Then pulling his dirty jock from my mouth, he informed me of what was to be. "You're going to suck my cock for me, just to get it super hard, then I'm going to flip you over, and fuck you into next month, fagboy" Pressing the head of his superior cock to my lips, along with a stinging slap to my face, Gunther ordered me to open wide. "Yeah, I love slapping you around, it gets me hard... you know that's why Lukas beats the fuck out of you, right? He sooo gets off on it... actually he gets off on beating up anyone, after working over a dude, he is so hard, he has to get off... been that way since he hit puberty... but hey, whatever works, right. With me... it's having my cockhead between someones lips, and them using their tongue to clean my piss-lit. So let's get to it, faggot" I did as I was told, with Gunther's large cock-head resting between my lips, I proceeded to clean it the best I could, rolling my tongue over his piss-slit, and lapping up his oozing pre-juice, and I continued doing so, till he pulled it away, and gave my face another power slap. "good job, queer-boy... now turn over on your belly, I'm gonna climb on top of you... and ride you like a bronco" I tried again pleading with my older stepbrother, begging him not to stick his monster dick into my butt. "Come-on Gunther... pleeeaaassse, do not do this to me... you are way too big, and I no it's going to be very painful... please, I will do anything you say... I will be your slave forever... I promise" "Seriously, dude... you just don't get it, do you? You are already my slave... and you will already do what the fuck ever I order you to do... and right now... I order you to turn the fuck over on your belly... so I can fuck your lights out" Knowing damn well by now, that begging and pleading with either of the stepbrothers was useless, I decided (before receiving another wicked hard face slap or worse, his body punches) to do as commanded, I turned over, and laid stretched out, while he climbed on top, with his hard well muscled body laying fully on top of me. First, grabbing a fistful of my hair, he stuffed his dirty jock into my mouth once again, and then pulling my head back till his lips were at my ear, he whispered. "get ready, faggot... I'm not gonna lie to you... this is going to fucking hurt... way more than you can imagine... at least for a little while... but after a few times with me fucking you hard... you'll actually being begging me to FUCK YOU, on a regular basis... you'll see" With all the warnings he offered me, I still was not prepared for the first penetration, when his huge cock-head entered my hole, I tried screaming my lungs out, but the sounds stemming from him penetrating me... for the first time, were mostly muffled through his dirty jock-strap, as I sunk my teeth into, it and began to grind. I felt his huge cock-head inch it's way deeper into me, and inch by inch, the pain was more horrifying, than the previous inches, causing me to yelp and cry out, silently. When he was completely inside me, he raised my head up off the pillows once again. "Yeah... you little wrestling jock... this is what we superior males, call ... being PINNED! You are such a pitiful little bitch... allowing another dude a whole year younger than you, to take his place on top of you... and fuck your brains out... which is what I'm about to do now... ooohhh yeeahh... hold on tight, faggot... you'll never experience a wilder ride than this, ever again" That was all the warning I received, before Gunther kept his promise to himself, and began riding me... like a wild bronco. No matter how loud, or for how long I screamed into his well stained jock-strap... my muffled cry for help, went unheard, and totally un-answered. Within minutes, Gunther began a steady pace of plunging in and out, and with each powerful plunge inward... I literally screamed with all the breath I had, begging into the cloth that held his more than adequate equipment safe and sound, but my pleas, needless to say, went unheard. Feeling his well muscled body, pressed tightly and solidly against my weaker frame, I realized for the first time... that indeed, he was far more superior than me, in every sense of the word. I'm not even sure for how long the whole ordeal lasted, seemed to me like hours had passed since he had climbed on top of me. I was even beginning to wonder, if I would even live through the first time, being totally fucked. Then I felt his huge cock begin to throb deep inside my body, and as I felt the powerful pulsing of his cook, thrusting his seed deep into my bowels, there was one thing that I became totally sure about, he finally, thoroughly, convinced me, that he most definitely... (even being a year younger) deserved the title of MASTER. I'm not even sure at what point I had stopped screaming, and begging for him to stop, all I know is that when he was finished pounding his seed into me, he once again lifted my head up from the pillows and whispered into my ear. "You are now... OFFICIALLY my BITCH" The next day, I felt the eyes of both Lukas and Dolph glued to me, as if they could see Gunthers cum floating around inside my bowels. I felt ashamed and humiliated more than ever, and I literally wanted to hide in my room, and cry for hours. However, there was no way in hell that Lukas was going to allow me to do that, certainly not after his brother had seemingly gained the upper hand, simply by fucking my brains out. I was informed by both Lukas and Dolph, that they wanted me to invite my best bud, Jayden over to play the newest version of `Call of Duty' and also to get to know him. Just when I truly felt that things could not get any worse, the two of them made it perfectly clear... that indeed, things could. I tried begging and pleading all over again, (when would I ever learn that it was useless) to try and convince Lukas and Gunther, that Jayden would fucking kill me, if he found out that I was being used as a cum bucket, by my two YOUNGER stepbrothers. I explained that he was a total jock and fag hater, and if he saw the photos or even heard about the things I had done, he would beat me literally to a pulp. Lukas explained to me that he would never allow someone outside to beat me up. "are you serious, man? You really think we would let someone outside the family beat you up? Sure... you maybe a punching bag... but you are OUR punching bag... no one else gets to use you as such, NO ONE ELSE... including your best bud, so don't be concerned about what he may think... besides, we are not going to out you to him... we just wanna meet him, and get to know your best friend... you know, since we are family and all. So go give him a call, have him come over tomorrow" Jayden seemed happy as hell to finally hear from me, rambling on and on about his three week vacation with his girlfriend Jenna, telling me that we had so much to catch up on. I tried to appear as though I was as enthused as he was about him coming over, but actually, I was scared as shit, even though Lukas had promised not to out me. I felt sick to my stomach, that somehow Jayden would see what a little bitch I was, and being used as such, by my younger stepbrothers. During the course of the day, I was used by all three to perform head and other humiliating tasks, but I was used mostly by Dolph, who had me blow him three times between breakfast and dinner. He reminded me so much of Lukas, maybe it was the age thing, but he was by far meaner than both Lukas and Gunther put together. Yet he is so perfect looking, both handsome as well as having a wicked tight and well toned body. I am guessing that his meanness and attitude towards any other male was from the family upbringing, but whereas Gunther and Lukas were mostly schooled here in the states, Dolph wasn't, and therefore his attitude appeared much meaner. Even before we sat down to breakfast, I was summonsed to the guest room, where Dolph was staying during his visit with us. As soon as I entered the guest room, and saw Dolph sitting in the overstuffed chair, with his legs spread wide, and wearing only his low rise briefs, I knew what I was in for, but I had no idea how mean he could be, especially during sex. "So, Barry... I hear that it's your duty to service my personal needs during my stay here... sounds good to me, why don't you drop to your hands and knees and crawl over here to me... crawl here between my legs... if there is one thing I enjoy... it's putting some fun between my legs" Doing once again what was commanded of me, I made my way over to the very handsome fifteen year old jock, placing myself between his powerful looking thighs, with my face inches from what certainly appeared to be another massive basket. I didn't feel that it was fare to expect me to be a cock-sucker to the guests, so I may have been pouting at the time, but still, it didn't seem as though it was reason enough for Dolph to haul off and slap me in the face as hard as he did, nearly knocking me over. `What the fuck is that frown for... you should be grateful that I would allow a queer like you to even be this close to my hot as hell shaft... now LICK the front of my briefs, till I say you may stop, you fucking faggot" The power slap to my face left a stinging sensation, and it also left me wondering if this was the real Dolph. It wouldn't have surprised me, if it was, knowing how brutal his cousins could be. I moved my face forward till it was pressed against the well packed basket, and then proceeded to brush my tongue up and down and to the sides, being sure to cover the entire crotch area, not wanting to give young Dolph another reason to bitch slap me. However, it became quite clear, that young Dolph didn't need a reason for being brutal. His way of letting me know that it was time to move to the next step, was two more power slaps as hard as the first one. "What the fuck you waiting for, bitch, get on with it... fucking blow me already... how fucking stupid are you, anyway... by the way, me and Lukas know that Gunther fucked you silly last night... so don't go thinking that it's some kind of big secret here, just saying" I lowered the waist band to Dolphs sexy briefs, allowing his (what appeared to be) nine to ten inches of stone hard cock to slap up against his just as impressive abs. A little dab of pre-cum had formed a tiny bubble at his piss-slit, and I knelt there (for apparently a few seconds too long) looking at it. That little act landed me two more power slaps to my face. "what the fuck, man... Lukas told me that you enjoyed it rough... I guess the fuck he was right... maybe you would prefer me to just sit here and fucking bash you in the face over and over again, as apposed to you blowing me... is that it? You fucking little queer" I was quite certain that his last couple of hand slaps to my face had left a mark or two. Raising my right palm up to the side of my face to lightly massage it, only infuriated Dolph more. Without any warning he jumped up off the couch and started kicking me in my side with his bare feet, till I was laying on the floor. He then came crashing down on top of me, straddling my upper chest, with my arms pinned beneath his strong legs, allowing him clean shots and an unprotected head for him to brutalize. The oncoming power slaps were relentless, and brutal, not sure exactly how many, but enough for me to feel that he was going to knock me out just by slapping me senseless. When he finally stopped pummeling my face with his open hands, he continued sitting on me, staring down into my eyes with a sadistic smirk. After a moment or so, he stood up over me and dropped his briefs on top of my face, using a bare foot, he began grinding his briefs in my face, mostly my nose and lips. The odor stemming from his briefs was intoxicating to say the least. "Open up wide and SUCK on my fucking underware, bitch... get that crotch area inside your fucking queer little mouth, and suck on that pouch, been wearing those since I left Germany yesterday morning, dumped two loads in them last night while listening to Gunther pound you a new pussy... I decided then... that I would have you clean them with your mouth. Dolph ending up doing push-ups on my face, literally fucking my scull like it was an old, well used cunt. He then ended up dumping countless volleys of warm cum in my throat, nearly drowning me with the copious amount of thick boy-juice. He ended up making me blow him two more times before dinner, once after witnessing Lukas pound my face with his hard nine and a half inch power tool, slapping me over and over again with it, till it shot several ropes of his specialty sauce all over my face. Later that night, when it was time for bed, Gunther instructed me to come to his room after I showered. As we all headed for our separate rooms, Lukas tapped his bro on the shoulder and whispered. "So tell me bro... cause I've been dying to know... how did you enjoy the taste of my dirty jock the other day... did it taste every bit as good as you imagined it would... I happen to have another one, if you'd like something to nurture, while pounding your meat tonight" Gunther just gave his bro a dirty look. "trust me... I wont need to use my hand tonight... I'm in the process of building a new cunt... so why don't you do us both a favor and shove that jock up your ass" Lukas not one for lack of words, was quick with a comeback. " Maybe I just might do that... add a little more flavor to it... bet you'd like it even more then... huh" As Lars was carrying his suitcases down the hallway, while getting ready to leave for the airport for his trip to London, he passed his son Gunthers room, and heard a voice weeping and begging, he put his ear up to the door, and heard me crying while in wicked pain. "Pleeeaase Master Gunther... it hurts wicked bad... pleeeaaase pull it out of me... I'll blow you... I'll do anything you want... but this hurts way too much... pleeeaase... pleeeaase... pleeeaase" Lars nodded his head approvingly, and grinned, feeling very proud of his older son, as he thought to himself. `keep him begging, son' `keep him begging' The thing is, even if Gunther had heard what his father was thinking, it couldn't have enticed him any more, than he was already. As he laid completely on top of me and continued to fuck me mercilessly. Ignoring my begging and pleas, as he continued building himself a new cunt.