Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2024 16:22:23 -0800 From: gayD Subject: Kyle Submits to his Baby Brother, Chapter 3 Hi, my dear Nifty readers Thank you for ALL of your positive comments! This story of brotherly love, or, make the little brotherly abuse, has so many twists and turns. So far, Kyle is not sure what he wants. His dick seems to command a definite view, but his brain... well, that's useless. In your childhood, you would want to be Kyle or Timmy? Other stories I have written are on https://www.gayties.com/ to see them because there are too intense for Nifty. (Please support Nifty.org, a critical "library" site for all of us.) This story is copyrighted by GayTies.com. BTW, when you go there, you have to join, but membership is free.) Kyle Submits to his Baby Brother Part 3 of 4 Kyle looked down with a shocked expression. Timmy, his 15-year-old brother, had succeeded whereas, Mindi had failed. His cock was already hard, obviously eagerly responding to Timmy's jacking it. But, how could he, a straight jock, a fucking 6'1", 230# muscle-bound, U.S. Marine! not get it up anymore when his chick spread her legs but was so easily pumped up by his shiny fagot brother? Memories of the afternoon flashed like snapshots through his mind. Horrified that the whole story would repeat itself, he wanted to get up. But his brother didn't release his grip and pulled him back down by his cock. Of course, Kyle could have just stood up strongly and left, but he only half-heartedly tried. Timmy picked up on Kyle's feigned resistance. Timmy stopped tickling and began to knead his jock brother's balls. "Noooo... oooohuuuuhhmm," Kyle moaned. While his brain was putting up a desperate fight for his straight sexuality, his dick knew the fight was over. Without releasing his brother's swelling dick, Timmy simply lowered himself backward, placed his knees on his chest, and lifted his feet up in the air, exposing his asshole. Then he guided Kyle's hard, throbbing dick between his buttocks, then squeezed him in. "Noooo... oooohuuuuhhmm," Kyle groaned when his brother's sphincter closed around his dick with an iron grip. Knowing how well his Marine brother reacted to stimulating his nipples, Timmy roughly grabbed the powerful pecs above him. He taunted and twisted them mercilessly. Almost immediately, Timmy sensed his brother's dick hardening even more. He wiggled his ass, scooting a bit closer to Kyle, who felt his cock pulled and twisted. "Noooo. Fuck," he protested again. "Shhh...," Timmy silenced his brother by letting go of his nipples, closing his hands behind the big hunk's muscle neck, and pulling him down. Yes, there was some resistance, but not much. Timmy pulled Kyle's mouth to his, making Kyle's dick insert more into that welcoming, warm, sweet, joyful ass for the second time today. Then, mouth-to-mouth contact, the kiss. "Mmm... mmpfff," Kyle was protesting against the invasion of his brother's tongue. With his fingers interlaced and thus locked together behind Kyle's neck, the nerdy teen started to rock back and forward, forcing his older brother trapped on top to follow his rocking motion, using Timmy's curved back as the rocker. Whether he liked it or not, Kyle was turned on. Soon, Kyle eagerly responded to Timmy's tongue play without needing his head to be forced down. So Timmy had started again to work on his brother's taunt nipples. He increased his rocking, making the muscle jock even hotter. Timmy felt the grip of his brother's strong arms relaxing. He knew Kyle could not resist as long as he kept Kyle's dick hard and enveloped in wonderful erotic sensations. Timmy seized his brother's wrists, pushing them first down, and finally broke the weakening resistance. Kyle's arms ended up behind Timmy's back, embracing him. To Kyle's frustration, Timmy ended the kiss. However, before his turned-on brother knew what hit him, one of his hard protruding nipples was trapped between Timmy's sharp teeth. Holding his brother's tit tight, he started to suck and worked his tongue over the sensitive, projecting nub. "AAAAAHHHHH!" Kyle arched his back and pushed his pecs into Timmy's face, encouraging even more suction. The straight jock's eyes almost closed as he started to moan softly. "Ooohhhh, yeah!" Never had the horny fucker experienced such overwhelming sensations. Kyle had conquered countless pussies, but none had turned him on, as did his brother's tight asshole and talented mouth. While he usually could pound pussy for hours, he felt the exciting first contractions immediately of his balls at the base of his cock due to Timmy's calculated maneuvers. He didn't realize that his brother's heavy workout during their afternoon lovemaking session had profoundly weakened his stamina. "Oh yeahhhh," the lustful moaning increased as Kyle's sun-tanned skin developed a fine layer of male sweat. All ideas of a fight had been dissolved in the churning cum boiling now in his heated balls. When Timmy saw the flushed expression on his brother's face, he knew he owed him. The cocksure Lance Corporal, with his bragging attitude, had been reduced to a throbbing cock and a swollen set of balls. Resting limply on top of his teen brother, the brawny Marine was caught in a horny stupor. Although the muscle-packed body was heavy, Timmy had good leverage as his raised ass supported his brother's hips. When Timmy lowered his ass, his brother's dick slipped halfway out. When he rocked back, Kyle's dick was pushed back in deep due to the hunk's body weight, which also stimulated pressure on his balls. "Uuuh. fuck," Kyle's muscular hips started bucking, driven by primal instinct. He had no choice but to adapt to the rhythm commanded by Timmy's further accelerated rocking. Knowing that his brother would now follow blindly what his cock told him to do, Timmy stopped his motions. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his brother and pulled him towards him with all he was worth. "Come on fucker! Show me what kind of stallion you are!" Timmy spurred the jock. With his upper body trapped in a brotherly embrace, Kyle could only buck his hips if he wanted to relieve the tension that had built up in his groin. As Timmy had expected, he didn't hesitate. Kyle's hips started to hammer in a frenzy, pushing him over the top. "Yes, bro, give it to me, harder, let me feel your hot bull rod. Fill me with your Marine cum," Timmy coaxed until his brother's eyes glazed over when the juice was sucked from his contracting balls. "Oh fuck. Oh yes. That's iiiiiitttt, aaarghhh," Kyle panted," here it comezzz. Huh. Huh. Huh. Yeahhh!" Kyle's entire body convulsed and spasmed for what seemed like an eternity, then collapsed, exhausted, on his back beside his brother. Still twitching spasmodically in the aftermath of his orgasm, he heard Timmy whispering into his ear, "I hope you enjoyed that, big bro because that's the last time I allowed you to fuck me." He forced the still dizzy bloke down to his knees and stood before him. "Wha..." Kyle started to ask when he was silenced by a slap across his face. "Shut up, soldier boy!" Timmy insisted. Kyle had no chance to answer because when he opened his mouth again, Timmy shoved his teen dick all the way down Kyle's throat. "Now, you better suck me good," Timmy ordered. He seized Kyle's ears and pulled the head onto his hard pole. "Urgh. Mmmmmh," Kyle gargled. It was the first time he had to deal with a cock in his throat. He felt completely helpless and panicked when he couldn't breathe. "You are a lousy cock-sucker, bro," Timmy told him as he enjoyed the retching sounds emanating from Kyle's throat. He pulled his cock out and hustled his coughing brother over to the motorcycle parked next to the family car. The heavy machine was Kyle's pride. He spent hours tuning it and polishing the chrome trim. Timmy pushed the swaying hunk against the bike. "Assume the position, Lance Corporal," he commanded, bending the husky body over the seat, his muscular chest rubbing on the leather. Timmy couldn't resist and whacked the bubble butt in front of him. "OOWUW!" it was not really painful. Kyle was more shocked about being spanked by his younger brother than physically hurt. "Spread 'em, bro!" Timmy kicked his brother's legs apart. Timmy dug his fingers into a jar of black axle grease on the nearby shelf and spread it between big muscle bro's sculpted ass cheeks. "Let's grease you up, good. A virgin like you needs some comfort," Timmy chuckled. Before Kyle could even protest, his ass was lubed nicely with three of little brother's fingers. He pushed his fingers fully into Kyle's shit chute and moved it around as he continued to speak. Kyle groaned when that finger rubbed against this prostrate. "I may not fit into your league," Timmy smirked," but I sure as hell will make you a member of my team." "No man, not that, you cannot do that. You can't fuck me! That's too faggy! Please, no." Fucking ass, or even sucking dick, is one thing, but getting fucked was clearly a homosexual act that he was not going to accept. Kyle protested desperately. He struggled to evade the fucking fingers, but he was mesmerized by it too. Still, Kyle needed to show this was NOT erotic or fun. He was not gay. Kyle tried pulling himself over the bike seat to escape the finger work. He wriggled forward, but to his dismay, he only succeeded in crawling further onto the bike sideways so his belly rested on the seat with his ass more upward. There, he got stuck. Now, his feet were off the floor, and he had no leverage to maneuver himself. Was he really trying? His ass is on display for the taking. Timmy laughed as he stroked his dick firmer a couple of times. He moved closer between Kyle's parted legs and pushed his hips towards him, impaling Kyle fully with his hard dick up to the hilt. "Fuck! Aawww... no... shit, shit, shit ! " the jock howled in pain. "Get it out, get it out. That hurts. please, no more!" His body was writhing on the saddle. "AAAAHHHH!" Kyle's high-pitched screams filled the garage. "Shut up, you sissy! You'll wake the neighborhood, not to mention Mom and Dad!" Timmy was concerned about the noise his brother was making. Looking around, he saw the dog's two-inch diameter soft rubber ball. "Ah, that will do nicely," he said with a devilish grin that Kyle couldn't see. He was almost paralyzed by the unbearable pain from his popped cherry when he felt his hair pulled back sharply, lifting his head and opening his mouth. Timmy sharply pushed that ball into big bro's gapping mouth, wedging it behind his teeth. It was an effective gag he could not dislodge with his tongue. Why didn't Kyle simply push Timmy off him and remove the ball? He couldn't or wouldn't? He did have his hands on the floor to keep himself from being pushed entirely over the bike, which would land him on his head. So, he tried to get his balance. Her was not only off balance, he was dazed and confused. Plus... did he want to fully resist? Timmy saw that the little balance Kyle had was too much to suit little bro. No, he wanted Kyle fully under his control. "Here, Kyle, give me your hands so I can pull you up before you fall on your head. I don't want to see you hurt." With Timmy's dick still in his asshole, Kyle felt relieved and balanced his body weight on his belly, on the bike seat, as he reached his hand back so Timmy could pull him up and off the bike, or... so he thought. Instead, Timmy quickly looped a rope around Kyle's wrists and secured them tightly behind his back. Shocked that he fell for that stunt, he shouted through the ball gag, "MMMP, MMMPH, MMMMMMMMPH!" Talk about complete control! There was the big, muscled, stud Marine precariously laying across the bike seat, his feet off the floor, his hands tied behind his back, and a fucking rubber ball gagging his mouth! No way could he wiggle, slip off, hump, rise up, protest or resist... IN ANY WAY! Kyle was like a sack of potatoes, a sack of fucking potatoes for Timmy to use, abuse, and enjoy all he wanted, and he could now do it at this leisure. He could not yell out or beg. Sure, Timmy did love his brother. He was a bottom and wanted Kyle to fuck him lovingly, make love to him tenderly. But how to get there was the issue. Timmy had to subdue him and have all kinds of sex with big bro. Gay sex was not going to happen any other way. The more gay sex, the sooner he'd enjoy Kyle in the relationship he longed for. So, it was more of a need for Kyle to be forced into exploring and experiencing all kinds of gay sex, to be retrained to appreciate a loving brotherly relationship. Now, of course, one's sexuality cannot be switched from straight to gay or gay to straight. That's a given. But what has spurred Timmy on was seeing his big "straight brother" getting aroused, super sexually charged up when "forced" into GAY sex, or "blackmailed" into doing it. Timmy's view is the erect dick does not lie. In Timmy's mind, he sees his brother as a bisexual. More than that, he is primarily a gay man. The reason why Kyle continuously seeks out ladies is because socially, as well as militarily, straight is much more acceptable. We all want to be accepted. So, Timmy will do whatever he feels necessary to bring Kyle along. At the moment, it's fucking him. Timmy was leaning forward with all his weight. With his feet firmly on the ground, he had all the leverage. Kyle could only grunt with the doggie ball gag, and grunt he did. Timmy was fucking Kyle hard at times and slowly at other times to see what caused him to moan with the most pleasure. After a while, Kyle's grunting stopped and turned into heavy breathing through his nose. Oddly, Timmy felt much less tension and resistance in Kyle. The initial sear pain Kyle had slowly subsided and was replaced by a new, entirely different sensation while the twink nerd's dick was sliding in and out the greased fuck channel. Timmy realized that his brother wasn't fighting anymore. He cautiously released the rope around his brother's wrists. The big jock Marine allowed himself to slump fully over the bike without attempting to change his position or get up. His cooperative body was relaxed and hung limply in an upside-down "U." Totally unrestrained, Kyle could have simply raised one hand up and removed the doggie ball gag. But he surrendered. He wasn't hurting. Kyle just realized he had been resisting something more powerful than what he thought his natural urges told him. He surrendered to his little twink, nerdy, scrawny 120 lbs. bro, who had been right all along. And if that twink Master wanted him to have a doggie ball gag wedged between his teeth, who was he to say that was wrong? After all, he had been wrong, and the twink bro had been right. A sigh of relief came from Kyle. Was the war over? Timmy may not have understood big bro's metamorphosis, but he welcomed it. "That's it, Lance Corporal Kyle Henderson of the U.S. Marines. Good boy." Timmy paused his fucking. "Now, let's explore that nice new pussy of yours." Timmy probed his brother's deflowered ass by aiming his thrusts from different angles. His hips wriggled in spiraling motions. When the sweaty body below him suddenly tensed, he knew he had struck gold. "Oh yeah. Sir, that feels good!" Kyle said in a clear voice, "Fuck me, bro! Fuck me harder, sir! Fuck me harder, Master!" "See, I knew you'd like it. Muscle jocks are all alike - after they're broken in." Timmy laughed, "Now keep your pussy tight." He started to plow his brother's ass in earnest. You need a cock up your fucking ass," he said almost in a lecturing tone while impaling his brother rhythmically. Each thrust caused another crack in the wall surrounding the Marine's straight alpha dog personality. "You always wanted to get it from me." The lecture continued. Again and again, Timmy probed into the depths of Kyle's manly muscular asshole, pounding the hypersensitive prostrate and sending the moaning dude into an orbit of insane lust. "My muscle stud likes it to be dominated by his little brother, isn't it?" It took about half an hour of hammering Kyle's macho attitude until it shattered. "Yes, Sir, give it to me! Fuck my brains out!" Kyle, a 6'1", 230-pound US fucking Marine, had the urge Skinny twink Timmy to fucked him senseless. The pounding stopped abruptly. Timmy's cock left Kyle's ass with a wet plop. "Shit, no!" the horny Marine complained in frustration, "I haven't fucking cum. What happened?" he protested in shock. "Oh, you fucking whore!" Timmy said with mocking disgust, "do you need it that bad?" "Yeah, man, I need it," Kyle hollered. "That's a, yes, 'Sir' to your 15-year-old commander!" Timmy objected sternly, "And stop shouting." "Yes. Sir. I need it bad!" Kyle hurried to correct his mistake. "Shall I make you cum, bitch?" Timmy asked. "Yes, Sir, please make me cum," Kyle begged. His swollen dick was twitching helplessly between his legs. Timmy fetched a 2" wide, 18-inches long wooden stick from the shelf. "To ensure you have learned your lesson, here are the rules," he said. "Promise you will treat me with respect!" WHACK! The stick smacked Kyle's bubble ass cheek. His legs jerked in the shock of the pain. "Awww. Fuck!" Kyle winced. His toes were curling. WHACK! "Yeah. I'll do it!" Kyle shouted while his cock throbbed. WHACK! "I can't hear you, soldier!" Timmy shouted back. "Yes, Sir, I promise!" Kyle sobbed. "Promise you will follow my orders without questioning!" Timmy demanded. WHACK! He stopped caring about the noise. "Yes, Sir, I promise!" "Promise you will dump that Mindi bitch!" WHACK! WHACK! The ass cheeks turned red. "Yes, Sir, I promise!" WHACK! "Your bike is mine now!" Kyle went silent. "Your bike is mine now!" Nothing. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "YES, SIR, IT'S YOURS!" WHACK! "You will cum NOW!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Kyle felt his balls pulling up to the base of his cock. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "AAAAHHHHHHH!" Then, "YES SIR! Aaahhhh! I'm cumming. Fuck. Huch! Huch! Huch!" Kyle's cock twitched wildly. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Each stinging slap triggered a blast of white jism splashing at the side of the bike. Timmy continued the stick-paddling until his hunky brother begged him to stop. The Marine cock was completely deflated and unable to produce even the tiniest dribble of cum. The once heavy nut sac had shrunk to a wrinkled pouch. The gooey streams trickled slowly down the bike, finally dripping to the concrete floor. "That's what I call beating the cum out of you," Timmy referred to Kyle's earlier threat. "We have to do this again sometime." He helped his groaning brother to get up. Completely embarrassed and humiliated, Kyle looked at his little brother shyly and with newfound respect. "Now, give your little brother a kiss, will you?" he smiled at the exhausted jock. Without any resistance, Kyle hugged him and kissed him warmly. The brothers' tongues were playing in their mouths. Then Timmy squeezed his brother's mounded ass and broke the kiss. "That's my boy. You may return to your room now, but first, clean my bike." "Sure. Uhm... I mean. Yes, Sir," Kyle answered respectfully. He fetched a polishing cloth and started to rub the cum from the bike. "Stop! You have to do this thoroughly," Timmy ordered "But I always do it like th..." he stopped when he noticed Timmy's disapproving stare. "What do you want me to do, Sir?" he asked politely. "Lick it!" Timmy ordered. "I don't understand." Kyle looked desperate and confused. "You brainless jarhead!" Timmy grabbed the Marine by his shoulder and pushed him to the bike. "On your knees!" the twink commanded, and Kyle obeyed instantly. "Open your fucking mouth and show me your tongue!" The teen seized his big brother's head and pushed his face against the cum dripping on the bike's gas tank. He started to rub the face and the tongue dangling from the open mouth up and down over the surface. "You lick it clean, understood?" Timmy asked again. "Mmm, yesss. Sir!" came the muffled answer. "Do a good job. I'll check it out tomorrow," Timmy said as he left the garage. Kyle overslept in the morning. "I don't know what's wrong with the boy," his mother wondered. "Hmmm. I think he was working late on his bike," Timmy replied innocently. "Ah, that's why the lights were on last night," his father added, "and his bike was never as shiny as I found it this morning." Their parents were glad to see how well the brothers were getting along. Timmy made sure that his brother stayed in the Marines. He needed him to be as fit and strong as he was handsome. Plus, Timmy liked uniforms! Kyle's position with the Marines stabilized into a routine where he was home, on leave for a weekend, once a month. That was great for Timmy because they went out with Timmy's buddies on those weekends after Kyle had done his chores at home. Sometimes they needed the big Marine to beat up some faggot haters, but most of the time, they drove out of town to a barn where they drank beer and partied. Of course, the "kids" took turns engaging in naked wrestling bouts with Timmy's muscular brother. Kyle behaved like a good boy and played his role as the expected loser, which granted the winner a victory fuck. True to his promise, Timmy never allowed his brother to fuck him again. But Kyle had learned his lesson well and knew when he was allowed to cum, Timmy would tell him. To be continued... Fuck! Kyle lost his pride and joy motorcycle? Timmy took it? Can a 15-year-old even get a driver's license to ride a bike? Or, maybe, it was part of the twink bastard's plan to keep using that bike to torment his big bro Marine. So is this a done deal? Is Kyle now fully controlled by his baby bother? I'm not too sure, Kyle maybe a dumb jock, a shit-for-brains muscleman, but still, he can easily physically overpower the twerp. We'll just have to see. Send comment to: Bruse Darkforce at gaydic@gmail.com