Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2019 21:00:39 +1100 From: reconguy2 Subject: Helping out Big Brother - Part 3 Hey guys sorry for the long wait, I've finally gotten around to write the next part of the story. As always please keep sending me your comments, love hearing from all of you :)(If you enjoy the story, please have a look at donating to this awesome site!) --------------------------- Helping out Big Brother - Part 3 "Hey! You coming lil bro?" Matt yelled from the loungeroom. I shook my head from my daze, pulled my self up and walked into the other room. My brother was already sitting on the recliner, his gym bag on the floor by his side. He was still fully naked sitting there, his cock had become soft but was still quite long and thick. He looked up smiling at me. "There you are, come watch TV with me. Go sit on the couch." I walked over and sat down as Matt turned on the TV. No one said anything for a few minutes. "Sorry about yesterday lil bro." "What happened?" I asked. "I messaged you so many times. I thought something bad had happened." "Ah yeah, I was meant to message ya back but totally forgot hehe was just so busy after the game with celebrations. Then met up with some of the new players trying out for next year, one of them wanted to 'prove himself to his new captain' as he said...well you saw what happened this morning... let's just say he won't be in my team." "Oh did he do something bad? I heard you yelling a lot from upstairs." "Don't worry about it lil bro. I don't wanna talk about that loser anymore." Matt sat back and pulled the recliner, propping those huge size 13's up straight into my field of vision. "Ahhh...let's just relax and watch TV." I couldn't keep my eyes away from Matt's massive barefeet, even when I turned to the TV I could see them from the corner of my eye. I hoped Matt didn't notice me staring at them. "Fuck my feet are tired from yesterday." He randomly sighed. I gulped and looked down, pretending to look at something on the coffee table, not saying a word. "They're so sore lil bro." Matt said looking over at me and began rubbing his feet together. "I need a good long foot rub." My heart was beating so fast and I couldn't take it anymore. "I...I have to...umm..go to the bathroom." I got up so fast and quickly walked off. "Hey lil bro, you alright?" Matt yelled from behind. I ran to the bathroom shut the door and sank straight to the floor. I sat there for about 10 minutes and realised Matt was probably wondering where I was. I got up and splashed cold water on my face, feeling a little better. I walked back out via the kitchen. Walking back into the loungeroom I noticed Matt was still naked with his feet propped up. He looked so damn hot and made me shiver. I couldn't stay there anymore, I started to walk away towards my room. "Hey lil bro, what's wrong, where ya going?" "I uhh thought maybe I'd give Tim a call, see what he was doing today." "Oh your buddy Tim? Why don't ya ask him to come over and chill with us?" "Oh uhh you don't wanna hang out with us Matt." "Come on lil bro. I'm your big brother, of course I wanna hang out with you and your friend. Give him a call and ask him over." "Uh...ok sure." I grabbed my phone and called up Tim. "Hey Tim, how's it going?...yeah I'm good...just wanted to see if you were free today...oh you're busy? That's ok maybe another..." I was about to end the call when Matt interrupted. "Put it on speaker lil bro, let me talk to him." Matt demanded. I put the phone down and clicked the speaker button. "Hey Tim, it's Matt. You remember me right?" Matt asked. "Oh Matt! Hi!" Tim's voice perked up excitedly. Tim was gay and once told me he had a bit of a crush on Matt, so I wasn't surprised at his sudden change in tone. "So I'm just hanging out here at home, thought you'd wanna come round and chill out with us. Maybe watch some TV or hear about my rugby game yesterday." "Oh that sounds great." Tim quickly said. "So you're free to come over then?" "Yeah of course I'll just cancel my other plans. I'll be over in about an hour." "Yeah great, see ya soon." Matt smirked looking over at me. "Uhh see ya Tim." I said as I hung up the phone. There was silence for a few minutes. "Hey lil bro, while we wait for Tim can ya do me a favour?" "Sure I guess." Matt leaned over and pulled his boots out of his gym bag. "You did such a good job yesterday cleaning my boots, you wouldn't believe how many compliments I received." "Oh really? I'm glad I could help Matt." "Yeah, you mind working your magic on them again for me? Please?" Matt looked at me with the biggest puppy dog face, his big sky blue eyes staring straight into my soul. "Sure Matt, of course." I could never say no to him, it was just too hard. "Great, go grab your things and start cleaning them." Matt threw his dirty boots towards my feet and turned back to the TV. I went up to my room and grabbed the brush and cloth and came back downstairs. Matt continued staring at the TV, ignoring my return. I sat on the couch and started scrubbing the dirt off Matt's huge boots. About an hour had passed and I was still cleaning. Matt didn't say a word as he lay back on the recliner watching his favourite shows. The door bell rang and I jumped. I sat there for a bit. "You gonna get the door? It's probably Tim." "Uh yeah...umm do you want to maybe...put some clothes on?" "Hahah nah lil bro, I'm relaxing. Plus I'm sure Tim won't mind." Matt winked and gave me the biggest smirk. I gulped and walked to the front door. I opened it and greeted Tim, inviting him in and making small talk. We walked into the loungeroom and Tim stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed Matt naked stretched out on the recliner. "Hey Tim! Good to see ya man. It's been a long time." Tim's jaw dropped and couldn't get a word out of his mouth. Matt continued to talk. "I've just been chilling here watching TV with my lil bro. Why don't ya sit on the couch and join us." I nudged Tim towards the couch as he wasn't moving on his own. "Hey lil bro, before you sit down get me a beer would ya?" "Oh ok Matt." I walked to the kitchen to grab Matt's beer. I could hear Matt talking from the other room. "Yeah I just find it so relaxing after a hard rugby game to just stretch out naked on the recliner. It doesn't bother you does it Tim?" ".....n....no." Tim eventually stammered. "Ah great." Matt said as I walked back and handed him his beer. He didn't thank me. "Finish cleaning my boots lil bro." "Umm but Tim..." "It's fine, Tim will understand. I'll keep him entertained." Matt turned to Tim and winked while his hand was scratching his big balls. Tim let out a small involuntary moan at the site. I sat back down on the couch and continued to clean Matt's boots. Tim looked at me strangely as he saw me brushing dirt of the rugby boots. "You cleaning them from after the game?" Tim asked me. Matt spoke first before I could say anything. "Yeah they got so filthy, he was kind enough to offer to clean them for me. He's such a helpful brother." "Oh..that sounds nice." Tim smiled. "Those boots were so dirty after my rugby game yesterday. I worked them so hard, I ran non stop that game." Tim started to perk up a little. "Wow, you must be really tired then." Tim said. "You don't even know Tim." Matt sighed and stretched out his huge arms. "I'm so damn sore all over." Matt started rubbing his shoulder. "At this point I'd kill for someone to give me a massage." There was an awkward silence for about a minute while Matt continued to rub his shoulders letting out small groans of pain. Tim was fidgeting awkwardly on the couch next to me. "Would..uhh..you like uhh..." Tim trailed off, nervous. "What was that buddy?" Matt asked. "Ummm I was just wondering...you know...if you'd like me to...uhh help you." Tim asked blushing. "Oh Tim no, I couldn't ask that of you. You're a guest in my house." "...I'd uhh be happy to." Tim quickly said. "You sure? I mean it sounds great but nah it wouldn't be right." "Uhh...please...please let me..." Tim quietly pleaded. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Somehow Matt had gotten Tim to beg him to give him a massage. "Hmmm..." Matt slowly thought, obviously trying to spur Tim on as he sat there on the edge of the couch. "I dunno... you're gay aren't ya Tim?" Tim blushed red. "Umm...yes..." "Yeah I dunno if I'd feel comfortable letting a fag massage me." Matt said blatantly making Tim feel bad. I couldn't believe what Matt had just said. I looked over at Tim to see him looking down, a hurt expression on his face. "Sorry Tim but what would the guys think if they found out I let some fag give me a massage. I have a reputation to uphold you know." I knew Matt was lying. I'd seen him get massages from just about anyone. He was just trying to get under Tim's skin. "My muscles are so sore!" Matt exclaimed rubbing his muscled shoulders. Tim obviously couldn't take it anymore, he sank from the edge of the couch onto his knees. "Please Matt! Please let me massage your tired muscles. I promise I won't tell anyone. Please!" "Hmmm." Matt thought. "I guess if you promise not to tell anyone, I could let you give me a massage." Matt made it sound like he was doing Tim a favour. "Oh of course, thank you!" Tim excitedly said looking up. "Come round here and start on my shoulders then." Matt snapped his fingers and pointed behind the recliner. Tim quickly ran behind the recliner and began rubbing Matt's huge muscled shoulders. Tim continued to massage his shoulders for about 20 minutes, Matt was letting out continuous moans of pleasure. "Fuck yeah. That feels so good Tim. I might have to let you do this after every rugby game from now on." I was getting so jealous hearing Matt compliment Tim. I wanted him to pay attention to me. "Uh Matt I've finished cleaning your boots." "Huh? Oh yeah good job." Matt said quickly before ignoring me again. "Did you guys want to play video games?" I asked trying to come up with something to stop them. "Hey lil bro, did you remember to clean the inside of my boots too?" "Oh uhh no I didn't." "Come on lil bro, don't do a half ass job. You know how much my big feet sweat." Matt started shaking his huge size 13's from side to side. "There's going to be a lot of dried sweat in those boots, you need to clean it out otherwise they'll stink." "Sorry Matt." I slumped and stuck the cleaning rag inside his boots and began cleaning. "Do your feet always sweat a lot Matt?" Tim asked. "They sure do Tim, especially when I'm out on the field, they sweat loads." Matt leaned over to his right and pulled something blue out from his gym bag. "Look at my rugby socks, they're still soaked." Matt held them up dangling his huge long socks, dark sweat stains could be seen, especially around the toe and heel areas. "I couldn't imagine, my feet don't normally sweat at all. My socks are usually dry." Tim commented. "What are yours, size 7 right?" "Uhh..yeah 6 actually.." "No wonder. My huge size 13's are dripping with sweat after a game. I'm not joking, they're drenched." Matt pulled his arm up behind him, guiding the socks towards Tim. "Go ahead, have a feel." Tim stopped massaging Matt's shoulders and slowly took hold of the jock's rugby socks. "Wow." Tim exclaimed. "See! I wasn't kidding." Tim kept hold of the socks, staring straight at them. "Anyway I'll put them back in my bag, they smell pretty bad huh?" Matt asked. "Oh uh I didn't even notice." "Haha what? You don't think they smell?" "Well...uhh.." Tim started blushing as he stumbled. "I guess...yeah they do...but like...it's not...bad." "You think so? Most guys on the team can't stand the stench of my feet. When my boots come off after a game the guys are rushing for the door haha. This one time we played a prank on one of the new players, told him all initiates have to pull off the captain's boots after the game." "What happened to him?" Tim asked. "Well when he pulled my boots off, as a joke I stuck my socked feet over his face and rubbed them all over. The guys around were holding him down, watching and killing themselves with laughter. The kid was so shocked and embarrassed he started crying and ran off. Never came back for the next game hahah." Matt laughed. "Oh...poor guy. Couldn't imagine how he felt." "Yeah, we didn't do that again. Couldn't lose every new player on the team to my feet hahah." Tim was still holding Matt's socks just staring at them, there was a bit of an awkward silence until Matt finally spoke. "Give them a whiff if you don't believe me." Matt suggested. "Huh?" Tim asked. "You said you couldn't imagine how he felt. Give my socks a sniff and you'll know." "Oh uh... it's ok Matt." "Come on man, just a quick sniff hehe." I could tell Tim was nervous, his hands were shaking as he stood there. He slowly lifted the socks up to his face and took a quick sniff of the upper calf area of Matt's socks. "They smell pretty bad." "You didn't even smell the worst part!" Matt grabbed the socks from Tim's hands and turned them around. "You gotta sniff here, right under the toe area. That's where my feet sweat the most." Matt lifted the socks up with one hand and lightly guided the back of Tim's head down until his nose was covered by Matt's socks. "Yeah thats it, right there. Take a deep breath." I heard Tim breathe in deep and let out an involuntary moan that made Matt chuckle. "Now just imagine this straight after my game." Matt said as Tim kept breathing, he slowly started wiping his socks over Tim's face. "My big sweaty socked feet rubbing over your entire face. The only thing you can smell is my filthy rugby feet." Tim was breathing faster. "All the guys around laughing at you for being such a pathetic faggot." Tim started whimpering. "Because that's what you are, you're a worthless faggot aren't ya Tim?" Tim kept sniffing, slowly nodding his head. "Yeah you fucking faggot." I couldn't believe what was happening in front of me. My big brother was turning Tim into a whimpering mess. All of a sudden Matt let go of the back of Tim's head and pulled the socks away from his face. Tim looked shocked and saddened at the same time. "See how bad it would have been for that guy Tim?" Matt asked smirking. "Oh...uh...yeah...I can totally imagine." Tim stammered. "Right now he would've been balling his eyes and running out of the room though." Matt turned back round towards the TV. "My shoulders are still sore." "Oh right." Tim started rubbing Matt's back again. "Mmmm that's it." Matt closed his eyes and stretched out. Rubbing his huge wide feet together. "You done with my boots lil bro?" "Uh not yet Matt." "Ok keep going then. Make sure you do a good job or I'll make you use your tongue." Matt smirked. I went white, looking up shocked. I stopped what I was doing. "Uhh..." "Hahah just joking lil bro." Matt laughed. "Oh..heh.." I pretended to laugh and smile. "Could you imagine how that would taste though?" "Uh...pretty bad I guess Matt." "You think so?" Matt questioned. "Tim, did you think my socks stank?" "Yeah..." "You think they would taste just as bad?" "...maybe." "Hmmm...hey lil bro I'm interested now." "Uhh...ok." "I wanna see if my feet taste as bad as they smell." I was so nervous. "Ummm...how?" "Just give the inside of my boots a quick lick and tell me how they taste." "What...but?" "Come on, we're all guys here. It'll stay in this room. Tim just smelt my rank socks, he's not gonna say anything." "...ok." I slowly brought the rugby boot to my face and covered my nose and mouth. It was very musky inside and it made me light headed. "Does it smell in there lil bro?" I nodded my head. "Good...now give the sole a quick lick." I slowly stuck the tip of my tongue out and felt the end touch the inner sole. I instantly tasted a strong salty tang that sent my brain into over drive. "Get a taste lil bro?" I didn't hear Matt talking. I stuck my tongue out further and swiped over the salty area. It tasted horrible but I loved it. I kept licking. "Lil bro you hear me!?" Matt yelled. I jumped a little as I heard Matt. I pulled the boot away from my reddened face. "Uh sorry Matt." "So did you get a taste?" "Yeah." "How was it?" "Uhh really salty...and a bit tangy, like vinegar." "Hmmm i thought so, they've soaked up so much of my foot sweat it's embedded in there. I'll need to get them cleaned somehow...sigh... might ask dad when he gets back." "No...I uhh...I can help." Something hit me from the first taste of Matt's sweaty feet, I needed more and I didn't want dad to take it from me. "Hahah come on lil bro, don't kid around. The only way you could clean them is if you licked and sucked the rotten sweat out of them." I blushed and looked away. "I couldn't make you do that lil bro...it'd be fucking disgusting..." Matt stated. "Oh...yeah..." I was so embarrassed and was flushed red. "Yeah... you'd have to be a real weirdo to do something like that..." Matt said as he lay back with his eyes closed. "...a real lowlife faggot." He quietly added as Tim continued to rub his shoulders harder. I couldn't lick Matt's boots now that he had said that otherwise he'd think I was a faggot, I sat there so upset. "God you're good at this Tim...Mmmmmm...I'm definitely calling you over every night next season, even if you are a faggot you can give my whole body a massage. Might even get you to clean my boots from now on too." Tim started rubbing harder at those words and Matt let out a huge moan. I was getting so jealous of the attention Matt was giving Tim. I wanted it to be me he was complimenting. I started to freak out with jealousy and did the only thing I could think of at the time. I stuck my face deep into Matt's boots and started furiously licking his sweat soaked inner sole. I must have made a bit of noise because Matt opened his eyes, saw me and smirked. "Yeah thought so lil bro, another fucking faggot." His boots tasted terrible but I wanted to please him. "Clean all that sweat and funk out of my boots you worthless piece of shit." Matt demanded and it made me lick with more speed. "See that Tim, your friend here is a total faggot too." "Uhh yeah..." "My shoulders are feeling pretty good now, why don't you come down here and start on my feet." "Oh right sure Matt." Tim stopped rubbing Matt's shoulders and walked around to the front of the recliner. Kneeling down, Matt's huge feet were bigger than Tim's head. He knelt there staring at the feet in front of him, scared at the position he was in. "Rub faggot!" Matt shouted and Tim instantly began massaging Matt's huge soles. "Oh fuck yeah!" Matt's cock instantly began to spring to life. "There's nothing better than having a worthless faggot rubbing my huge powerful feet." Matt lay back and relaxed. There I was furiously licking the disgusting sweat out of Matt's rugby boots while my best friend was on his knees massaging those huge jock feet. There was no doubt about it, Matt was king and we were only there for his pleasure. 30 minutes had past and Matt had fallen asleep, snoring in the recliner. I looked over and saw Tim still rubbing Matt's feet without a rest, he was focused and didn't even look over to see me. "Hey Tim." I whispered. Tim glanced over. "Sorry about this." Tim shook his head and put a finger to his mouth. "It's ok, don't wake him." A few minutes past and a loud vibration came from the side table. Matt's phone was buzzing like crazy. He jumped awake a bit disoriented. "...what the fuck." He said and looked up at Tim. "...Your phone." Tim said and looked over to the side table. Matt looked annoyed and grabbed his phone, answering it. "What?" "..." "You fucking woke me up dickhead." Matt said annoyed. "..." "I don't give a shit." Matt said and hung up. He sighed and looked up at Tim, kicking him lightly on the side of the head, making Tim flinch. "Rub harder faggot!" Matt was obviously now in a bad mood. "Fucking useless fag's can't do anything right." I was glad I wasn't down in Tim's position as Matt couldn't see me on the couch, I didn't want to be kicked in the head. Matt was staring straight at Tim. "Look at you. Rubbing another guys feet. Fucking faggot, how can you live with yourself?" "Huh...you...you asked me to." "Fucking pathetic!" Matt said and kicked Tim on the side of the head again. "Pl...please stop." Tim whined. "Fucking make me faggot!" Matt shouted and kicked harder, this time the front of Tim's face. "I...uhh...please." Tim was obviously hurting. Matt hit Tim one more time and made him fall down dazed a bit. Matt pushed his foot towards Tim face. "Kiss it faggot." Tim slowly moved his face and planted a kiss on Matt's sole. "Again and thank me." Tim kissed again. "Th..thank you Matt." "Fucking pathetic. Get the fuck out of my house faggot. I'm finished with you." Matt sat up. "Huh..uh what?" Tim was confused. "You heard me, I don't need you anymore. Get the fuck out!" Matt shouted. "NOW!" Tim jumped up with a shocked and confused look on his face. He looked at Matt. "...but I was rubbing your feet like you asked.." "And you did a fucking shit job too, can't even do that properly. Fucking worthless faggot!" Tim began to tear up and walked hurriedly towards the front door. I felt bad for him but was also in some way happy that he couldn't please Matt. Matt stood up and looked over at me. "My boots better be done in 10minutes lil bro. Dad's gonna be home soon." "Huh oh yes Matt, but i thought Mum and Dad were staying up there." "Yeah well Mum is but Dad has to come back for work. So stop asking questions and hurry the fuck up before I kick you like I did your little friend." "Yes Matt.." I was a bit shocked why Matt was so angry all of a sudden. I saw him walk away towards the stairs to his room as he slammed his door shut. --- Dad came home about 30 minutes later. Said hi. Asked where matt was. Went up the stairs and knocked on the door. Heard Matt yelling, sounded pissed off. A loud scream and then a thud on the floor. Matt came downstairs. Dad was crawling behind him looking down, ashamed. I saw the side of his face was bright red. Matt jumped on the recliner and pulled it back. "Let me show you how a real faggot services a man lil bro." He said as he clicked his fingers. Dad acted instantly, jumping up straight to the side of the recliner and began to suck Matt's dick. It started to bulge and grow in Dad's mouth. Matt brought his hand behind dad's head and pushed down hard with force making him gag. "Yeah choke on it faggot!" Matt yelled. Dad's face flushed red as he tried to push off, unable to take a breath. He was struggling and wriggling his head trying to pull off. Eventually Matt let his grip go and dad's head pulled up as quick as he could, taking a huge gasp of air. Matt brought down his hand and slapped dad in the face. "No breaks faggot. This is about me, not you." He grabbed dad's hair and pushed it back down on his rock hard cock. "Mmm yeah. Fucking worthless piece of shit! I'm the man of this house!" Matt pushed dad's head deeper into his cock making him struggle for air again. I was stunned at the absolute power and masculinity that Matt had over our own father, someone who we were meant to show respect for. Instead Matt treated him like a worthless cocksucker. I kept staring in awe at the way Matt was pushing hard on the back of dad's head, not caring at all that he could barely breathe. I don't know what came over me but without realising I had dropped to my knees. Hearing the choking sounds of dad and the moans of pleasure from Matt made me feel left out. I started crawling to the end of the recliner. I looked up at those huge powerful feet, the ones connected to the god above me. I brought my face closer to them and planted worshipful kisses all over them showing my respect. Matt must have noticed me kissing his feet because he let his grip of dad's head loose, looking down at me. "So you're finally ready to accept your place lil bro?" He asked me. I gulped and just nodded my head. "Suck my toes." He ordered me. I brought my head up and licked all over and around his thick toes. "I said suck not lick retard!" He yelled, hitting my head with his foot. It hurt and I wanted to pull away but knew better. I brought my mouth back over his toes and sucked each one. "Fit them all in your mouth." He ordered. It was difficult but I eventually fit all five toes in my mouth. I could barely move down anymore as my mouth was stretched as far as I could without hurting myself. Matt obviously didn't care as he brought his other foot on top of my head and pushed down hard. His toes were rammed to the back of my throat, making me gag instantly. I pulled off his foot and slumped on my butt. Matt looked at me with a serious gaze. "You better get that faggot mouth back on my foot lil bro. Don't make me angry." "B...but I can't fit..." I whimpered. "I don't give a shit what you can't do. I want my toes in your mouth now!" He yelled. I sat back up not wanting to anger him any more. Opening my mouth and fitting all of his toes in my mouth again. Matt didn't push down on my head so I just left his toes in my mouth and sucked them. He focused back on dad, pushing him down on his cock again making him gag. At the same time Matt brought his foot behind my head and shoved his toes down my throat making me gag as well. "Oh fuck yeah! Choke faggots!" Matt screamed as dad was gagging on his huge dick and me on his huge foot. "FUCK! I fucking own you faggots!" He yelled. "FUUUUUCCKKKK!" As he pushed his hips up, letting out a roar. His dick pulsed and shot load after load on thick cum in dad's mouth. Dad couldn't take it all as he began to splutter, cum splurting out of his mouth, covering Matt's cock and balls. "Fucking worthless piece of shit!" Matt yelled as he grabbed dad's hair and threw him off violently. "Learn to fucking swallow! Look at this mess." "I'm sorry son." Dad quickly said. "I'll lick it up." "No!" Matt yelled. "You just sit there." I still had Matt's foot in my mouth as he looked down at me. "Up here lil bro, clean this mess up." "But I wanna do it" Dad quickly said. "Shut up!" Matt yelled, slapping dad's face. "You don't deserve to touch my dick anymore." Dad slumped down, looking so sad. "Come on lil bro. Get up here. I won't ask another time." I took his foot out of my mouth and crawled to the other side of the recliner so I was facing dad. I looked down at Matt's now softened cock. It was covered in sticky cum dripping down to his huge balls. "Lick it up lil bro. That's your reward for being a good faggot." Matt smiled at me and ruffled my hair. It filled me with joy and I didn't think about it, I lept forward and lapped at his slimy crotch. "Atta boy. Clean me up lil bro." I slurped and licked all over his crotch not forgetting under his sweaty balls. "My cum tastes good huh?" He asked. "Mmhm" I nodded continually licking and slurping. Matt ruffled my hair again with his hand. "Such a good boy. You're my number one faggot from now on." I smiled as I looked up. Dad was staring at me, anger in his eyes like I had stolen something from him. I had never seen his eyes look so fierce. I had taken his spot and he didn't like it one bit.