Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 20:08:21 -0800 From: gayD Subject: Kyle Submits to his Baby Brother, Chapter 1 Hi, my dear erotic story readers I am Bruce Darkforce. What a story of incest we have here. Older brother, Kyle, 23, is a muscle-jock Marine. He is all stud. He gets all the women he wants. The thing is, he has a little brother, Timmy, who weighs all of 120#. The two never got along. Kyle refers to Timmy as his fagot cunt, bro. Incresed tension arises when Kyle is on a weekend leave. Timmy decides he wants to be closer to Kyle. He adores his older brother, and he wants to make tender, romantic love to him. But Kyle will have one of it. Why should he? He's straight. Although Timmy is no match for his big bro's strength, he has him beat in one area... BRAINS. Timmy is conning, clever, and manipulative. He can outthink Kyle, but to what end? And how will Timmy go about subduing his big-muscled Marine brother? Does he succeed or fail? I have written tons of erotic porn stories. Most are too intense and too graphic to be approved for inclusion here. So they are posted on https://www.gayties.com/. (You have to join, but membership is free.) All stories on there have color photos for every chapter. This story is copyrighted by GayTies.com. (BTW, please support Nifty.org, a critical "library" site for authors and readers of this fine material.) Kyle Submits to his Baby Brother Part 1 of 4 "WOW. What a rush; you're the best." Mindi gasped in the aftermath of another powerful climax. "Please, Kyle, Stop. Give me a break," she pleaded to the amused-looking blue eyes of Lance Corporal Kyle Henderson, who had been fucking her for hours. His narrow waist relentlessly moved his 9-inch dick in her pussy like a well-oiled piston in a cylinder. Kyle's muscle-packed body was glistening with sweat. The Marine was wearing a cocksure grin over his red, sweaty face. He loved women and would show off by holding them every which way, including upside down! Kyle was 6"1' and a full 230 lbs. of beefy muscle, which let him score with his hot blond girlfriend. Mindi was demanding a lot of the 23-year-old hunk's special talents, and as he was only home from the base for 2 weeks, he had to give her quite a show to keep her memory awake while he was on duty. "No chance, babe, I still want to cum," Kyle increased his pumping and clenched his flawless white teeth while approaching his climax... again, Mindi gulped in disbelief. Her friend had already creamed three times, and her breasts and belly were sticky from his cum. "Yeah. Fuck." Here it COMES! Uuuuh, uuhh, UUUHHH!" Kyle collapsed on top of her, kissing her gasping mouth. The two lovers didn't know that Kyle's teen brother Timmy eagerly watched their "show." Unknown to Kyle, Timmy had installed a tiny wireless video camera with an audio pick-up in his brother's room. Neither the sturdy older brother nor his sexy girlfriend suspected they were the stars in Timmy's personal webcam sessions, which were uploaded to GayTies.com for all to see. "Gee, you really saved yourself for me," Mindi moaned, enjoying the sweet exhaustion after the hot lovemaking. I was afraid I would need to call on your little brother for help," she teased him. "Huh, are you kidding? Baby bro can only dream about my joystick," Kyle drawled. "That nerd will never have the endurance to play in my league. By the way, ready for another round?" He challenged her while burying his face between her thighs. "Wait, hold on. I think Timmy is sweet. You got a cute little brohe4r there, and he's so innocent and adorable." "Are you shittin' me? You don't know him as I do. He is one fucking faggot troublemaker. He's mischievous, lazy, mean, vulgar, and an overall asshole. He's probably selling drugs to his schoolmates, if not sucking dick or taking it up the ass. He's got you fool.l Be thankful that degenerate bitch is not here now. Timmy was speechless. His brother's arrogant, rude, and belittling remarks stung like a burning iron. OK, he was not well-built at all, being skinny, but he had more brains than his dumb, oversexed jock, big bro. That brainless hunk needed a lesson he would never forget. It's not that this was the first time he heard this demeaning stuff from Kyle. It had been going on for a long time, years. But now he was degrading him to other people, people he knew and liked, such as Mindi. He had had enough. He vowed revenge. It was a hot Friday afternoon in August when Timmy planned to put his revenge into place. Kyle had been at the base for two consecutive months and would be horny as hell. Coming home, he would usually shower and then pick up Mindi for an evening of hot and raunchy sex. This time, Timmy had other plans. When Kyle drove the heavy motorbike inside the garage, Timmy was leaning against the backdoor. He grinned at the older hunk brother as he took his helmet off and walked towards him. "Howdy, Timmy," Kyle said, "everything all right?" Timmy's eyes admired his brother's look, especially now, when he was dressed in his Marine camouflage pants, combat boots, and a black leather jacket. "Well, OK, I'm fine. Only Dad told me to tell you he wants you to mow the lawn. You need to trim it right away! He doesn't want the neighbors talking about our front yard being neglected, you know." "Shit!" Kyle was not very excited about that job but didn't want to run into trouble with his old man. Anyway, as it was still early to see Mindi, who was still at work, he could mow the lawn. "OK, no problem, I'll do it." Without entering the house, he peeled the jacket off his massive chest and displayed his impressive muscles. Timmy could only gasp when hit by a wave of male sweat and leather. He sneered and almost giggled when his brother pushed the heavy mower out to the front yard. The sun burned hot on his back while he kick-started the machine and began to move across the lawn. Soon, his back and chest were covered with glistening sweat. It was definitely a hot summer day. He should have taken at least a beer or two before starting the job. Perfect. Timmy appeared with a jug of ice-cold beer. "Wow, this comes at the right time," Kyle gratefully took the jug and, ignoring the glass Timmy was offering, poured a large gulp down his throat. Timmy watched in fascination as two streams of beer dripped from the corners of his mouth, down on his bulging pecs, mingling with the sweat. "That was good!" Kyle said with a smile. He didn't realize it was spiked with their dad's tranquilizers, which Timmy mixed in. "I'll get you some more. It's really hot," Timmy rushed back inside the house. Kyle finished the lawn half an hour later and joined his brother in the kitchen. He downed another beer while they were chatting. The sun's relentless heat must have gotten to him as he felt drowsy and had difficulties following Timmy's stories. "I guess I'll hit the shower," Kyle finally mumbled and staggered down the hall to his first-floor bedroom, not realizing he was woozy. Timmy fetched a roll of heavy-duty duct tape, which he had bought for this special purpose, and followed the dizzy Marine. He staggered along the handrail and finally disappeared into his room. Timmy waited, and with no noise from the shower, he followed his brother to his bedroom. Cautiously, he opened the door and glanced inside. With a smile, he noticed his brother lying on his bed. His muscular body was on his side, obviously passed out cold before he could get completely undressed. Timmy did not waste any time. Rolling the heavy body on his belly took quite an effort. He fetched the duct tape and bound the wrists of the slightly snoring hunk behind his back. A short moan escaped Kyle's sensual lips, but there was still no sign he was coming to. The drug held him firmly under his control. Timmy removed his brother's heavy boots and sweaty, smelly socks. But before tossing them on the floor, he brought the socks to his face and inhaled deeply. FUCK! Time to roll him on his back. Another difficult feat. Then he crawled on top of his big bro and straddled the passed-out jock. He could not resist kissing his navel nested below the well-sculpted six-pack of the Marine's abs. While his tongue was playing in the hollow, he tasted the salt of Kyle's male sweat. The touch, however, must have triggered something in his brother's nervous system, and he started slightly to stir. Timmy moved quickly. His hands went to the belt, opened the fly of the camouflage trousers, and pulled them with a swift and determined motion down to the ankles. His eyes noticed that the muscular stud was wearing a black G-string thong holding in place an impressive set of heavy balls and a hefty, still-soft dick that would soon meet its match. Timmy figured Kyle wore the skimpy, sexy underwear in anticipation of his date with Mindi. Cute. Timmy stripped the pants from Kyle's feet and fetched the duct tape. Another moan warned him that the man's strong body was successfully fighting the effects of the drug. He had to secure his prey quickly. He placed a baseball bat between Kyle's ankles and fixed them with multiple rings of duct tape to both ends, leaving the already stirring legs spread nearly three feet. Then he undressed, straddled his big bro Marine, and waited for him to wake fully. When Kyle came out of his "slumber," he was shocked to see a naked Timmy kneeling over his face giving him a perfect view of his teen cock. It hit him with a second shock to realize he was in bondage. "YOU PERV." He struggled, surprised that he was firmly bound. "Untie me... NOW!" His furious shout was silenced when Timmy stuffed a smelly sock into his mouth and jammed it in tightly. "Ts, ts, ts. How rude! Is this the way to flirt with your love," he was talking in a sexy voice. "I will not do you any harm, big bro. Just let me love you, and I promise you will forget all these bitches who can never please you. How does my sexy body look to you?" While he talked to Kyle, his fingers moved back across his bulging pecs and started to knead his nipples. Kyle was furious. Then Timmy used his tongue to explore his brother's dick. Kyle's anger was preventing him from feeling sexually stimulated. His abdominal muscles contracted as he wriggled to throw Timmy off and tried to get off the bed. With a roar, his body went up into a sitting position, throwing Timmy - completely surprised by his brute force - from the bed to the floor. "Are you completely nuts!" The enraged hunk was hollering after using his tongue to dislodge the sock gag. Timmy was trying to figure out how to ensure his captive remained on the bed. Only the tightly fixed ankles prevented him from getting up now. Kyle realized he had to lie back again and bend his knees to try to jerk his muscular body into a kneeling position. This gave Timmy the time to recover and go back to bed, kneeling in front of the gasping stud, trembling from rage and the effort to free himself. "Bro, don't make it difficult on yourself. If you continue to fight me, I will milk you dry against your will until you admit that I am the best lay you ever had." Saying this, he wrapped his arms around Kyle's neck and covered his mouth with a hot kiss. Kyle kept his mouth tightly sealed, not allowing his brother's tongue to enter. When Timmy broke the kiss, Kyle growled, "You are definitely a pervert! I will never fuck you, and you will never see a drop of my cum. Stop this before you get hurt, and I will forget about your crazy, stupid stunt!" "Don't you find me a little bit attractive, stud? Why don't you at least try it once?" I promise you won't regret it." Timmy continued to plead, trying to soften Kyle's stare of disgust. "You don't get it! I would never touch your faggot body, even if we were trapped on a lonely island. Be reasonable. You're my brother." "Maybe you're just shy because I am not a girl," Timmy replied boldly. "Let me help you to get turned on!" With that, he grasped the strings of the G-string Kyle was wearing at Mindi's request and pulled it forward, jamming the back string into his brother's ass crack. Before Kyle could speak up, Timmy pulled the tiny triangular front pouch up and to the side, causing one huge ball to drop out between his thighs. Then he pulled the pouch in the other direction, making the second ball plop to freedom on the other side. "My God, Kyle, you do have big balls." Immediately, Timmy started playing with those balls. He's gently moving them around in their big loose ball sack. Timmy giggled as he squeezed the sack skin, pushing the balls around like ping-pong balls floating in a sack of oil. How fun. Kyle wanted to yell STOP, but the erotic feeling was overwhelming. He involuntarily rolled his eye up. As Timmy was playing "chase the balls," he continually watched this big Marine's dick slowly stiffen and rises out of the top of the G-string pouch. It was like the flag raising at Iwo Jima. He avoided touching the mighty shaft. "Oh, wow, Mr. Marine, that's amazing," Timmy whispered in amazement. "Can I set it free? Is that OK with you, Kyle?" Of course, he was doing that as he spoke, not caring what his brother thought. He definitely felt he didn't need permission from his bound-up jock bro. Timmy continued not touching Kyle's 9-inch dick, as he simply pulled the front of the waistband "string" away from his belly and scooped it under those wonderful big balls. Now, Kyle's balls and dick were free, with the massive dick towering straight toward the ceiling, bobbing. "Hey," Kyle shouted to protest, though he didn't say it too loud or angrily. "Oh, would you like me to fondle it? I mean... I can if you want me to. Just ask me, big bro," Timmy teased. What the fuck! OF COURSE! he wanted his dick fondled and pulled and jerked... by a girl, man, or even his brother, but SHIT! He was a Marine and a straight man. He can't ask his baby, twink, nerdy little teen brother to play with his dick! That's insane! But... on the other hand, he was an over-sexed stud after two months of no Mindi. He was torn. "NOOOO! STOP! Fuck you, faggot! Stop!" He tried to sound more upset than he was. "OK, I won't massage your dick. I won't touch it at all." Then Timmy pushed his full body on top of Kyles and, in one continuous movement, planted a kiss by locking his open mouth against Kyle's open mouth, quickly inserting his tongue, invading big bro's wet, juicy oral cavern. "Mmmmnng. Nooo!" Kyle's hands were tied tightly behind him, plus, he was lying on them. He had zero leverage to fight off Timmy. Kyle had to use his tongue to push Timmy's tongue out of his mouth. But that did not stop Timmy's assault. He simply used his tongue all over Kyle's face and licked him all around his throat and neck while Kyle was writhing, twisting right and left, trying to avoid the tongue bath as much as possible. "Kyle, darling, are you at home"!" Mindi's voice came from outside the open bedroom window. BOTH BOYS WERE SHOCKED! The only thing between them and her was a thin, pulled-down shade. They froze at the unexpected interruption. Kyle was just about to call his girlfriend when Timmy covered his mouth with his hand and whispered in his ear. "You wouldn't want her to find us in this situation, would you? A strong, muscle Marine like you roped, subdued, and held captured by his little 120-pound baby brother?" Then Timmy added, "Well, if you want her to come in, I'm OK with it." And he uncovered Kyle's mouth, daring him to speak up for help. Kyle hesitated. Timmy had a point. Who would believe a Marine trained in martial arts, built like a Greek god, had been roped by a wimpy teenage nerd like a bull in a rodeo show? Mindi might believe he was into kinky gay sex, and she would be outraged to find him in bed with a boy, a child, let alone his own brother. While he was feverishly thinking, Timmy's tongue licked in his ear. "Good boy," he was whispering while he moved down and started to suck on his left nipple while both his hand fingered and teased Kyle's balls. JACKPOT! Twinkie Timmy had his big bro by the balls, literally! Exactly where he wanted him. Now, if Kyle made any noise to protest, Mindi, who was just outside the window, would poke her head in. Kyle knew to be silent. However, Timmy re-thought the matter and whispered softly into Kyle's ear, "As I think about it, Kyle, I think we are being rude. I'd like to call out to Mindi and have her stick her head inside so we can say a proper `Hello.'" Kyle, in horror, immediately and frantically shook his head NO! "Are you sure we should not invite her in? I mean, I don't mind." Again. Kyle's eyes bugged out, and he demonstratively shook his head. NOOOOO! "Well, I'm going to the window and pulling up the shade so she can at least see us having a good time." As Timmy started to get up and off the bed, Kyle whisper-shouted in a horse voice, "NO!" Then Timmy relaxed on top of Kyle, saying, "OK, if you don't want me to call out to Mindi and have her see us, then you must surrender your body to me... now." He spoke as softly as he could. Kyle hesitated. He had to give in. He'd be seen as a child molester of his brother if he did not do as baby bro said. He delayed and then nodded his head yes. Timmy smiled broadly and wickedly. Kyle was his toy to play with. To do whatever he wanted to do with him. Now, you might think that it would be short-lived since Mindi, upon hearing nothing, would leave in a minute or two. But Kyle and Mindi had a date planned. She was to meet him at his place and would likely wait until he got home. Mindi probably thought Kyle got hung up in traffic and would be delayed. It happened once before when she waited an hour for him to arrive. So, maybe Timmy knew this also. Timmy knew to keep his voice low. He leaned into Kyle's ear and said, "OK, know your ankles are bound to each end of the bat, but your knees are not. So I want you to lift your knees up high and keep your feet on the bed." Kyle, thinking nothing of this, did as requested, no problem. "Great, now lower your knees flat to each side of the bed so that your legs form a diamond." Again, the captured stud complied. "Super." Since Kyle was tall and had long legs, Timmy could sit in that diamond shape, Indian style (with his legs comfortably crossed), resting his ass on the baseball bat bound to force big bro's feet to be placed wide apart. It is all about leverage. There was no way a bigger guy like Kyle could raise his knees or push his legs straight down, especially with his hand bound behind him. Timmy had enough body weight to just sit there and be in control. There was little twink, nerdy Timmy, now in control of big jock Marine bro, and right in front of him was Kyle's big balls AND his mighty towering dick. He had yet to touch that dick. He only molested the balls. But now... "Say, Kyle, would you like me to fondle your dick for you?" Kyle, without hesitation, shook his head no. "Well, I say yes, and you say no. That's a tie vote. Let's ask Mindi if I should fondle your dick so we break the tie?" Again, he shook his head no, but more frenetically. "Well, unless you want me to, I must ask Mindi. Or... did you change your mind? If you want me to, just nod yes. Otherwise, I'll have to ask for Mindi's vote." Defeated, Kyle nodded a weak yes. "But are you sure? I mean, I don't want to do anything against your wishes. So, are you sure you want me to fondle your jerking, bobbing dick? I mean, I will do it lightly, you know, tickle it just a bit, and tease it with my fingers and maybe use my tongue?" Again, Kyle surrounded and signaled a definitive nod for YES! Timmy leaned down and picked up a hefty white cotton string roll. Where did that come from? Did Timmy have this all planned out? "Kyle, do you want me to tie up your dick and balls? Wouldn't that be fun? I mean, I'll do it for you, but only if you want. Or, maybe I should yell out to Mindi and see what she thinks about tying up your dick and balls. Perhaps she'd like to help. But, it's all up to you ... would you want me to tie your dick and balls up with string for you?" Just a frustrating nod from Kyle. "Boy, Kyle, you sure ask a lot of me. Well, you're my big jock Marine buddy, so I'll do my best." Timmy spoke in a calm, low, whisper voice. "Let me see if I can do this right." He began by wrapping the string around and around the top of Kyle's balls. He wound so much string that he pushed his balls down about an inch away from his body. Then he looped the string so his balls were separated and pushed down so the ball sack skin was stretched smooth. Lastly, he wound several loops of the string around the dick and balls together. As he did this, he whispered to Kyle, "I know you want me to believe that Mindi will be gone in a few moments, and you'll be able to yell, scream, twist, jerk, and maybe throw me off you, MAYBE. But I heard you on the phone, telling Mindi that you wanted her to wait if you were late getting home. And the way she loves your dick fuck meat, she'll be willing to wait a couple of hours if she has to. So, we have a long time together. And it makes me happy and proud to be able to please you. "Kyle!" Mindi was calling out as she knocked at the front door again. Kyle wanted her to give up waiting and leave, but she was loyal and continued to wait. "OK, now, don't you look great. Let's see, you asked me to fondle your dick, correct?" Kyle nodded. What else could he do? "You probably want me to jerk you off, don't you." This time, he gave an energetic nod. YES. He might as well be climaxed; that might end Timmy's interest, and this will all be over. That might be true, except dick and ball bondage was not the only thing baby bro learned from the gay website, GayTies.com. One of the categories of videos there was "Edging."Timmy never did that before. Hell, he never tied up a dick and balls before, either, but he did that OK. "To be clear, you want me to jerk you off, right?" A solid nod. "OK, let's finish this so I can untie you." That's what Kyle wanted to hear! " I'll do that as soon as you blast off." Timmy wet his index finger with a globe of spit and then touched it to the tip of Kyle's firm dick. He moved it around lightly and slowly, over the piss slit and round the mushroom edge. It was one of many techniques he watched on the GayTies.com edging videos. All of a sudden, Kyle's body bucked. Just once, but Timmy thought it was great. Timmy touched that swollen dick lightly along the underside, from the balls to the tip and back again, but he did it wickedly lightly. "Wow, Kyle, I didn't know my little finger had so much power. Geez, one light touch to the tip of your dick, and your hips go bouncing up and down. Wow, that is wild!" Again, Timmy touched, and Kyle bucked uncontrollably, tightening every muscle in his big bro's body. Timmy giggled. He was ecstatic! So, he went further. "I wonder... if I touch your dick with my big toe, will that give me the same result?" Timmy pondered aloud. Then he brought this right foot to Kyle's dick and grabbed the dick tip between his big toe and the toe next to it. "AAAAHHHHH!" Kyle bucked his entire body on the bed as if he had just been given an intense shock. "Oh, my, this is so... so... lovely. I can control a big, strong Marine with my toes." "AAAAHHHHH!" "OK, new rule. Don't move your body, or I'll have to call Mindi in here to hold you down. OK?" Kyle nodded a firm YES. OF COURSE, TIMMY WANTED HIS BIG JOCK BRO TO SQUIRM AND JERK AND TREMBLE IN AGONGY! He wanted to force him into trying to do the impossible. Timmy kept his voice low, and in a harsh whisper, he told the jock, "I might allow you to move a tiny bit, but if you move too much, I WILL call Mindi in here, and that's a promise." Inside, little nerdy Timmy was dying of laughter! "Do not interrupt me, or I'll call her." Timmy pretended to be irritated. "Let's see. Oh, yes, you wanted me to jerk you off. Fine, let me try a few things." Timmy licked the same index finger again and placed it lightly on this brother's dick tip. At the same time, he reached out to pinch Kyle's right nipple. He used his fingernails to squeeze it firmly, then pulled and twisted it. Kyle's body shook, more like a tremble, but Timmy could see he was trying not to move, "Good boy, good big muscle stud boy." He pinched those nipples harder and continuously as he used an excruciating light touch on his hair-trigger, precum-seeping dick. Kyle's dick bobbed and twitched. Timmy felt incredible power over his big, strong Marine stud brother. "FUCK!" he whispered. Then Timmy tried another torturous tactic from the edging videos on GayTies.com. He placed his full hand around his brother's dick and moved it up and down slowly, trying to barely make contact with the dick skin, causing Kyle to want him to rub his dick hard so he could shoot. The thing was, Timmy's hand was small, so his fingers barely fit all the way around Kyle's big fat dick. He continued to move his hand up and down and made only tickle-light contact. That mighty dick jerked and spat up precum. "Wow." Timmy was amazed. There were a couple of spoons on the side table at hand. (First, there is a baseball bat handy, then a roll of string, and now a couple of spoons. Did Timmy have this all planned out?) Timmy took those spoons and used them like drumsticks, rapidly slapping them against the side of his stud pole-like dick as if it were an upright drum to beat. He did it so rapidly that he vibrated Kyle's entire body. His belly convulsed, causing his upper body to come up and do a series of short, quick sit-ups. "AAAAHHHHHHH!" "So, you can't stay still. That does it. You stay exactly as you are. Timmy got up, went to the window, and looked out as if to call Mindi to come in. "PLEASE don't," Kyle whispered as softly as he could, hoping Mindi would not hear him. "Please, I'll do anything, but please don't draw attention to us." Timmy quickly closed the shade again and looked back at Kyle, "You sure you can't do better at remaining motionless while I enjoy myself?" "Please, yes. Please, sir. Don't alert her." Kyle begged. His life would be ruined. "Please come back. I'll be good. I promise I won't move." Timmy slowly returned to sitting in the diamond space formed by his brother's legs. "OK, last warning." Timmy's real reason for looking out the window was to see if Mindi was still there. SHE WASN'T! She left. Even her car was gone. But he told Kyle, "I saw her sitting on the porch, going through her cell. So you best remain quiet and obey. One call out to her and you're history. No friends, no more sports, no military service, and maybe you'll end up in jail." "Thank you. I'll be good." It's too bad Kyle didn't know Mindi was gone. His torture would have been over. "Now, as I sit on the baseball bat to secure your feet, I want you to lift your ass off the mattress." It was awkward, but Kyle did. All the magnificent muscles in his torso tensed up. FUCK! He was beautiful! Holding this position will cause him to become tenser as he strains. His muscles will tighten as he tries to stay like this. What is magnificent is that when he held his hips up, his dick thrusted up like a mighty sword. Of course, Timmy had to push it. "I want your chest up too. I want you to push your titties like you are pride to display them to me." Kyle had to use his neck and shoulders to lift his body weight off the bed and hold it up. "Now, tell me, as you hold your nipples up, do you want me to play with them? I have these metal spoons I can use to slap them with. Would you like me to drum on your titties as you hold them up for me?" Kyle whispered, "Yes, please." Then he started to sob. Not from pain but from the humiliation and, even more, from his need to have his little twink, nerd teenage brother beat him off. He was so ashamed. "I'm sorry." "What was that?" Timmy did not understand. "Yes, of course, you're sorry. I know that, and I know why." (He lied but needed to find out what was in Kyle's head.) "But you have to tell me why you are sorry. I want to hear you explain it as I play my big stud tittie drums." And Timmy began his thumping Kyle's nipples. The up-and-down motion of the spoons was very snappy and stingy. "I'm listening." To be continued ...