Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2024 09:00:43 -0800 From: gayD Subject: Kyle Submits to his Baby Brother, Chapter 5 Look, all you Nifty readers. I don't know where the fuck little twerp Timmy and big stud Marine Kyle are taking this story. It is totally our of my hands. This is how they concluded their unbelievable, brotherly struggle. I hope you like it. There are more of my stories on GayTies.com. Kyle Submits to His Baby Brother Part 5 of 5 From Chapter 4: Kyle sighed and gave way to the immediate demands of his boner's desires. He surrendered to his 15-year-old twink baby brother. He looked at the naked twerp and with both strong hands, lifted the boy's ass over his mouth. As if Timmy could read that thought, he began to massage and pull on those nipples with his toes. Actually, it was not big bro's thought he was reading. It was Kyle's trembling body, quivering dick, and moaning grunts that signaled his complete and desperate capitulation. Kyle thought, "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" BINGO! Kyle's tongue snaked out and began licking Timmy's 15-year-old ass crack. Up and down, slowly, teasingly, remaining silent as he executed his plan Masterfully and patiently. Timmy raked and scratched those nipples until they piqued like tiny mountains. Kyle licked the boy's ass crack more vigorously but still did not penetrate Timmy's asshole with his tongue. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Kyle's dick grew to its full 9-inch length as he licked Timmy's ass crack. "AAAAAHHHH!" Continuing, Chapter 5 But, then, nothing. No toe molesting. Those toes were still. They touched Kyle's massive bobbing dick but no longer teased it. Nothing. Time to kick it up a notch. Timmy stretched out his legs, placed each of his bare feet on each side of Kyle's quivering dick, and held them there. But just held them still. Kyle began to buck and twist his body to get Timmy to erotically tease him. He used his hands to wiggle and shake Timmy's ass but kept it on his lips. Nothing. Kyle moaned and groaned loudly. Nothing. Finally, he begged, "Please. Timmy?" As he said that, Kyle licked his lips, which felt like an asshole kiss to Timmy. Timmy responded with a tiny reward by rubbing Kyle's dick with the soles of his feet. But soon stopped. Kyle poked at the boy's ass lips again. And again, Timmy rubbed his dick for maybe five sections. Kyle pushed his tongue in a tad, like just half an inch. And Timmy rubbed Kyle's dick up and down and all over. Then stopped. No one said Kyle was a quick learner, but eventually, Kyle inserted his dick and left it there. Timmy erotically used his bare feet to lightly tickle and touch the towering dick. Timmy stopped. "I don't hear you moaning with pleasure." "AAAAHHHHH!' and mumbled as he rimmed, "OH FUCK! WOW! Thank you, Master." Kyle groaned, and Timmy worked on the Marine's twitching, bobbing dick continuously. Then he reached down and pinched and pulled on Kyle's tits at the same time. "AAAAAHHHHH!" Kyle sounded a muffled scream as his body went into a state of uncontrollable bucking and jerking. All the while rimming Timmy's hot asshole deeply. Now it was Kyle, all on his own, who craved to eat Timmy's asshole. Now that Timmy manipulated Kyle into giving him a wonderful ass eating, he sat back, leaned back in the comfort of Kyle's big, firm hands, and smiled at his training success. From this point on, the boy only used his toes lightly to play with Kyle's bobbing dick. Just a slight touch here and there with a single big toe kept the 6'1', 230-pound muscled Marine under his total control. "Knock. Knock. Knock." It was more of a polite taping on the bedroom door. "Timmy? Are you in there?" "Yes, Mom, but I can't answer the door now." Neither boy stopped what he was doing. Timmy kept up his teasing toe-to-dick-touching, and Kyle... well, I doubt if Kyle even heard his mother. He continued to eat out little bro's ass as he moaned loudly. "Is Kyle with you?" "Ya." "Your Aunt Margie is leaving. Do you boys want to come out to say goodbye?" Why in the world was their mom talking through the closed but unlocked door? She could have quickly just opened it to speak to her son. Maybe she did want to interrupt them. "Ah, We can't right now. I'm helping Kyle build up his big muscle so he won't be cuming too soon." It was an odd answer, but their mom dismissed it. "Dear? I hear moaning in there. Is everything OK" "Yes, Mom, it's just Kyle eating something delicious. He's enjoying himself eating out his special treat." Kyle felt humiliated as he started paying more attention to Timmy's conversation with their mom. It was such a fucking embarrassing turn-on. "AAAAHHHHH!? "Well, OK, dear." Then she added, "And Kyle, you make sure you treat your brother right. You hear me?" Timmy nudged Kyle. "Mom wants to know if I'm treating you good?" He switched the question around. "What! Oh... yes... Mom." Kyle told her. "Timmy is so wonderful. He is smart, clever, and Masterful. He is my special baby brother, and I will do whatever he tells me from now on." It's still weird that she didn't open the door to talk to them directly. "Well, OK. I'll get Aunt Margie to come to see you boys so she can say goodbye." Then she left to get Aunt Margie. "Kyle, Mom, and Aunt Magie will be in in a minute to see you." Timmy was kidding him, of course. He wouldn't let that happen, but he wanted to mind-fuck big bro. "When they enter, don't stop eating out my ass. I'm sure these ladies will just love seeing their big hunky Marine naked with his tongue up my asshole." A moment later, the doorknob rattled a bit, "Hold on, Kyle's not dressed." "Oh?" "Ah, ya, right now Kyle's naked because I am helping him work out a very still muscle." Timmy giggles. "Oh?" "Yes, you know how big his muscles are," Timmy giggled more, "Well, he has this very stiff muscle. It's twitching and jerking all by itself. "Oh dear. Do you want me to rub it? I'll come in and help. But let me get some liniment first." "No, thanks Mom, Timmy giggled. "I'm kneading it with my foot, and that muscle is feeling wonderful. Tell them, Kyle." "AAAAHHHHHH! Oh, yes, Mom. I developed a really stiffy. It's the one muscle that was twitching uncontrollably, and Timmy is working on it for me. He's using his foot. He is doing it perfectly, I'll be fine." "Ya, Mom, say goodbye to Aunt Margie. I'll take care of my big brother with the aching muscle." "OK, alright, boys. Let me know if you need anything." The ladies walked away. "Kyle, put me down." He placed Timmy gently on the bed next to him. "I am so pleased with you. You learned to lick, suck, rim, and make wonderful love to my asshole." The little one began to pet Kyle's hair. As if he were a big puppy. "I am so pleased with you, my sweet love. My precious big Marine stud." Kyle was in shock. He tried to speak, "Timmy... I... I... " but just broke out in tears. He blubbered softly like a baby. His little brother had said the kindest words. Little bro was petting him, rubbing his tan naked body, hugging him tenderly. No female ever displayed such love and compassion for him. Kyle's dick was bobbing and twitching, but... for the first time in Kyle's life, he was not concerned about his dick. Likely, he didn't realize it was begging for erotic touches. "Yes, my love. Finally, you are mine." Timmy leaned over and kissed Kyle. Big bro eagerly parted his lips and projected his tongue into Timmy's mouth. Timmy was cooing, Kyle was moaning. Both dicks were spasming, yet they remained untouched and unplacated. The brothers kissed passionately, each rubbing their hands over the other's body caringly. After a few minutes, Timmy pulled back and whispered, "Open your mouth." Kyle did. Timmy let his spit ooze onto Kyle's tongue. Kyle did not recoil. He remained with his mouth wide open as little bro used the Marine's mouth as a spittoon. Kyle had stopped fighting. He was no longer torn between outwardly pretending he was straight and his deep, inner need to submit to his little 15-year-old, 120-pound baby brother. "I am so pleased with you. I'm going to give you an extraordinary treat." Kyle's face lit up. "I'm going to let you give me a tongue bath. You will start at my toes and work your way up my body. You will do it in the most gentle, loving way you can. As you use your mouth to kiss and lick every part of me, you will also use your hand to lightly caress me at the same time. No rushing. Be gentle, thorough, and caring. Do understand." Kyle could not believe his ears. He felt such warmth and love from Timmy. He started to sob lightly. In his most sincere and genuine tone, he spoke, "Oh, fuck. Oh, thank you. There is nothing more I would love to do than to please you. I loved you, little bro. I am so happy. I am so lucky. What a fantastic honor. Oh, thank you so much, Timmy. May I begin?" "One more thing, as you work up VERY slowly from my toes to my hips, which you will take, say, 30 minutes to do, you may moan with pleasure, but only if your feelings are sincere. No faking, no pretending.... anymore." "Yes, Sir." "Now, when you get o my balls and dick," he gestured to his fully erect dick, "You see how ready I am to climax?" "Ah, yes, Sir." "You will not cause me to climax. Understood." "Yes, Sir." "I want to save that load for you. After my bath, I'm going to fuck your brains out when I fuck your muscle ass. I'm going to plow you until you are on the verge of insanity. So, if you cause me to climax, you will not get my load, and you will not get fucked... for at least one month." "Ah Sir, I... I... promise I.." "I taught you how to make love to my asshole, and you did very well. Now you must learn how to kiss, lick, nibble, tease, and suck every part of my body. This is your lesson now." "Oh fuck, Sir! Yes, please. I'm a disciplined Marine. I can obey. I promise I'll..." "One more thing. I am in total charge of you and in everything you do. Is this absolutely clear?" "Oh, Yes, Sir!" "EXCEPT... when you give a tongue bath." "Sir? I don't understand?" "When you give me a bath and work on my balls, dick, perineum, and ass, you may drive me to want to climax. Hopefully, you will be that good. YOU WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO CLIMAX. It is the only time when you will use your strength, talents, and ability to edge me to the max. I may, because I know myself, grab your head and try to force you onto my cock. I may yell at you to suck my dick and swallow my load immediately. I may command you to tease me beyond my limit, to trick you into making me shoot. YOU WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN. You see my huge balls?" Kyle smiled and was impressed. "They can hold a ton of cum. You will ignore my demands to climax me, and proceed to edge me to near climax and back at least 5 times. This is the only way I, or more precisely, YOU, can fill my balls to the max. It will be your special treat when I will plow your big muscled ass." "SIR, YES, SIR!" "You will learn to read my body. If you fail to prevent my climax, you will not get fucked for a full month. Clear?" Timmy smiled at Kyle, wanting to warn him but not freak him out. Kyle thought that was a frightening diatribe. Yet, as he took it all in, Kyle took it as a reasonable challenge. He would be watchful and learn how his little brother responded to his every touch, every lick, every nibble. Yes. He could and would do this for his wonderful little Master. "Ready?" "Yes, Sir." "First, give your lover a kiss," Timmy instructed. And they locked mouths for a few minutes, engaging in heavy petting. It was the most genuine, passionate kiss they had ever exchanged. There was no longer any resistance in Kyle. Even more, Kyle truly loved and wanted his mighty little brother to be his... whatever. Timmy calmly told Kyle when their mouths parted, "Now, to the toes." Timmy laid back on the bed, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was ready to be seduced. Kyle began gently touching his little brother's skinny body, moving his hands all over from his toes to his head and back to his toes. He started slowly licking, worshipping these wonderful, sexy toes. He was thorough licking around, in between, and then sucking each one. Kyle began oozing precum, and his body trembled. He was moaning. It was natural. He was surprised that just whipping Timmy's feet was such a huge turn-on. He had to stop for just a moment, so his dick would calm down. FUCK! Kyle had the weirdest thought, "Why am I getting turned-on by licking and pleasing my little brother? I'm not even touching my own dick." How is he going to lick, suck, and nibble each part of Timmy's body if he can't even calm his dick at the start? Slowly, Kyle worked his way up Timmy's body, progressing toward his Master's ridged dick. He began licking the balls and behind the balls and even snaked his long tongue out to try to reach the boy's asshole. Then Kyle stared at Timmy's dick, and he formed a plan of attack. First, he licked all sides like an ice cream cone. It was amazing. He could not resist placing his entire mouth on it, suckling it, and massaging it with his tongue. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Master Timmy had an awesome dick. He mindlessly sucked harder. Kyle closed his eyes and made his tongue dance all around Timmy's pole. Instantly, the boy shook his hips, he started pumping his dick into Kyle's mouth. Timmy's warning about his tendency to climax uncontrollably, was Kyle listening? Timmy bucked his hip harder, "Suck my dick. God damn it! Suck me off, NOW!!" Kyle was too aggressive, and the boy was losing it. Timmy grabbed Kyle's head and began pulling him down hard onto the demanding dick. Kyle must have forgotten the rules. Timmy pulled on Kyle's ears to get him to suck harder. Then, Kyle realized he fucked up. Immediately he pulled his mouth off Timmy's dick and used his strong hands to grab Timmy's wrists and firmly held his hands to his sides, about a foot out from Timmy's hips on each side. Kyle's vice grip hands were like metal cuffs, securing his small wrists to the bed. Once Kyle saw he was now in control of Timmy's body, he again licked the boy's bobbing shaft, avoiding the tip. "You fucker! Suck me off, now!" But now that Kyle realized what he needed to do, he ignored his Master's demands. Kyle maintained total control of Timmy's hands, and with Kyle's strength, those hands were staying put. Kyle moved in to lick the underside of those big -- soon-to-be-full- balls. He licked, always slowly, with a better understanding of the carefully-applied tactics that were required. Timmy yelled, "Stop with my balls and start sucking me off. I promise I won't punish you. I'll reward you if you let me climax." Timmy was a good trainer, but Kyle was an observant trainee. No way was he going to listen to orders now shouted out by the boy Master. "You fucker! Don't you listen? Why won't you obey me? Please, Kyle. Please let me climax." Now, for the first time, Kyle heard his boy Master begging. It was wonderful in an odd way. Kyle was narrowly focused. He was a Marine. He knew how to follow orders! He was not listening to Timmy's rants. He only watched the boy's body movements so he could tell when the boy was getting too close to shooting - and he'd back off. Just as he was instructed to do. What was his mission? He was to bring Timmy to near climax at least 5 times? He could do this. That was one. Timmy began to use his skinny legs to try to push Kyle's body one way or the other to try to, somehow, get Kyle's mouth back in his dick. Kyle's massive muscular body was not moving. However, to quill Timmy's attempts, he simply placed his knees inside Timmy's thighs and pushed his knees outward, forcing Timmy's legs sharply out to each side. Kyle's sheer weight immobilized Timmy. His hands were grip-secured out from his hips, and his legs were now forced and held outward as well. Timmy was perfectly helpless. Now Kyle could slowly, patiently lick the joint creases where the thighs joined the trunk. Those creases turned out to be Timmy's most ticklish stops. Who would have known that? That's why Kyle needed to explore and test every area of his boy Master's body. After all, this was likely not a one-time thing. Kyle wondered how many times in the future he would be "ordered" to edge Timmy to the point of insanity. How, yeah... fun, big time. As Kyle licked both these joint creases, Timmy began to giggle. But at the same time, Timmy's dick began to jerk and twitch. Kyle was paying close attention. As he tickle-licked, he watched Timmy's dick do his flicking dance. Then, Kyle reached his head up and placed his tongue on the tip of Timmy's waving dick. "AAAAHHHHH! You fucking son of a bitch! Suck me off! I CUMING. I'M ALMOST THERE. I command you to..." Kyle backed off. That was the second near climax. Kyle was getting better. He was learning and enjoying erotically torturing his skinny little 120# boy Master. He, too, let out a giggle once in a while. Especially when Timmy was just about to shoot. Just there. Right there, ready to pull the trigger. And... nothing. Kyle would watch the dick bob and weave, dance up and down. He was amazed, mesmerized. It was so much fun, especially after he got the hang of it. Fortunately (or is it, unfortunately), Kyle will make no mistakes from now on. Yeah, he giggled each time he saw his boy Master's dick do the twitchy-jerky. The forced edging -- the erotic torture - was to last 30 minutes, but it went on for an hour and a half. Timmy was staring at the ceiling, drooling saliva and a bit embarrassed. Kyle let him come down. It only took a few minutes, and Timmy was all nicely boned up and ready to fuck. "Did I do OK? Sir?" Timmy thought he did fabulous but would not say that, "Oh, well, for the first time, you did OK, but I'll train you to be better." "Thank you, sir." Kyle knew he performed perfectly. "Come here and kiss me." Again, the brothers loved to kiss and hug. Timmy was doing something weird -- not that he ever did anything... not weird -- he was kissing Klye, holding into him with one arm in a tight embrace, and with his other hand, playing with Kyle's overly sensitive 9-inch dick. Kyle tried to gently pull back, to signal he was about to shoot, but Timmy continued their kiss and holding him close. Kyle moaned unto his baby Master as he shot his load. Still, Timmy kissed and held him. And pulled back. "I'm so sorry, sir, I shot." "Yes, just as I wanted you to. He looked down at his palm full of Kyle's cum and raised his hand to the Marine's face. "Lick it up," Timmy confidently whispered. This was another bridge too far. Some people are just not into consuming their own cum. But Kyle put his face into the gunk and lapped it up like a big puppy. "There you go. That was your appetizer, now for the main course." "Thank you, sir." "Give me your mouth." Kyle leaned over and opened his mouth. "Now, I'm going to stick my dick into your mouth, and you will not suck it, or lick it or even close your mouth around it. Understand?" "Ah... yes, sir." Kyle was confused but obeyed. Then Timmy inserted his fully hard and twitching dick into Kyle's mouth as. Kyle obeyed by doing nothing. "I'm going to massage your throat." Timmy slowly pushed his dick further into Kyle's gaping mouth. A 7-inch dick may not be huge, but it was big and long enough to reach Klye's throat. "HAAAAAAA." Kyle moaned, and he started to gag. "Don't gag. Stay calm." Kyle did, and Timmy moved his dick around inside Kyle's warm wet mouth and kept poking all around his throat, intentionally prompting gag reflexes. Timmy wanted to push his new man lover. Kyle tried to hold back gagging, and it took a while to achieve calm. The boy Master was so pleased. Time to push further. Timmy completely plugged the opening of the Marine's throat and cut off his air. Kyle was startled. Timmy gave Kyle an intense star into Kyle's eyes, signaling that he better not resist. It's a tactic to build trust. Kyle pulled back a little but then realized he's best to obey. Actually, Kyle wanted to obey. Timmy was, once again, impressed. Kyle allowed his 15-year-old baby brother to stop his breathing. "Good boy, such a good boy." Timmy maintained his dick plug. Kyle remained nervous but calm. Again, "Good boy." Then Timmy removed his dick. "OK, big bro, I want you on your back. That's the most submissive position, remember that." Kyle lay flatly on his back. "Now, jam a couple pillows under your hips." He did, which caused his ass to be uplifted. "Perfect. Now raise your legs. I want you to grab your legs and place them so your knees are touching your chest." And there it was, the most beautiful asshole, all stretched out and ready for a good fucking. "Actually, and this is difficult for a big muscle man like you. Pull your knees closer by placing them on the mattress between your chest and your upper arms. Try to get your knees into your armpits. I want to see your ass lifted and on full display for me." It was a struggle for muscleman Kyle to fold his bulky body this way, but he did it. Being folded made it difficult for him to expand his chest to breathe, but he managed. It seemed like Timmy had a plan. He saw a S and M video on GayTies.com where the DOM not only wanted his sub to be obedient but to accept discomfort in the process. Now Kyle's ass was pointing to "facing" the ceiling. Timmy could not believe how well Kyle was cooperating. This was a mix of true love and true erotic pleasure. "OK. I think you are ready for your reward," The boy Master got into position close to the Marine's upturned ass, pointed his dick downward and stuck it into Kyle's asshole. He went slowly and gently. Not because he was afraid he'd cause Kyle physical pain, but because he wanted to cause Kyle frustrating, torturous agony. Moving slowly made Kyle shake his body to hurry up Timmy's promised hard fucking. But, it was not for Kyle to demand. The more Kyle struggled, the slower Timmy moved his dick "Please fuck me hard, sir. I need it hard." "But I want it slow. So how should I fuck you?' "AAAAHHHHH, slowly, sir." "Well, thank you, but I don't need your permission to enjoy myself." "AAAAAHHHHH! Sir, but I think I'm going to climax. Sorry sir, Yes, Kyle's dick was huge again and bobbing, jerking. "Well, if you climax, I get up and leave, I'll shut you out of my life for 30 days." He paused. "Would you like my help? Do you want me to slap you hard in the balls?" "AAAAHHHH Oh fuck, Please. Please do it quickly. I'm... I'm... I'm..." "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" It wasn't that hard, but Kyle's need to climax was abated. "OH, fuck, OUCH! Thank you so much, Sir." "See. There you go. Now, how would you like me to continue?" It wasn't really a question. "Please take your time. Fuck me as slow as possible." "Good boy." Timmy, who had been fucking Kyle's ass slowly, now went even slower. "AAAAHHH! Oh, thank you, sir. Please enjoy yourself." Loving his older brother's total capitulation, Timmy sped up his thrusting. Harder and harder, deeply shoving his dick into Kyle's hungry hole. Harder! Deeper! Kyle's dick was jerking and seeping precum all on its own. Since Kyle was holding his own heavy legs up and out of the way, Timmy's hands were free to "bring it home," so to speak. The boy Master reached down and pinched Kyle's nipples Hard. He used his fingernails to bite painfully into the tits unrelentingly. He plowed that Marine ass and squeezed those marine nipples as firmly as a 15-year-old boy could do. "FUUUUCCCCKKK! OUCH! OH GOD! FUCK!" Timmy was unrelenting, jamming and thrusting, shaking the bed. The headboard was banging against the wall. "Knock. Knock. Knock. "You boys, OK? I hear a noise?" Mom called out. This time, Timmy was a little upset that he didn't lock the door. He definitely did not want to be disturbed, especially by his mother. Timmy kept up his pounding of Kyle's ass. But with one hand still pinching Kyle's nipple, he now placed one hand over Kyle's mouth to try to muffle his profanities. "We're OK, Mom," Timmy yelled back. "I'm just using a hammer to nail Kyle. I mean his pictures. "Ok, dear, but are you nailing straight?" A pause, "Do you want your father to come in and help nail him up." "No, mom. It's hard work, but I have a heavy tool here. I'm nailing him up good. I have to pound really hard to penetrate the stud." The headboard continued to bang in rhythm. "Your father has a stud finder. Do you need him to bring it up?" Timmy giggled quietly, "No, Mom, I found my stud, and it is just as big and hard as I expected. I know how to use my tool. I'm hammering away at this rigid stud just fine. Don't worry. We'll be at completion soon, Mom. Go back to what you were doing." "OK, Well, alright, just be sure your brother is hung properly. And, for Pete's sake, don't damage the stud." "Yes, Mom," Timmy said as he continued pinching and "hammering" Kyle. "FUCK! FUCK! AAAAHHHH!" And both brothers blasted "gallons" of cum, with most of it coming from Timmy's long-pent-up balls unloading into Kyle's receptive asshole. The brothers had a good belly laugh as they reflected on their Mom's conversation. It was hilarious. "You may lower your legs now, my big stud." As they calmed down, Timmy collapsed onto Kyle. Their mouth, almost like magnets, connected to each other. Their kisses now always included tonguing as they held onto each other and gently embraced and caressed each other. The brothers came up with rules for their hopefully stable relationship. Yes, both participated in establishing the rules, of which there are two. After all, for this to work, Kyle had to buy in 100%, and he did. 1. Kyle could do whatever he wanted while away on the Marine base. His life was his. No requirements, no reporting, no judgments. 2. When Kyle is home, he has no independent life. He is all Timmy's. Kyle thought it was a great setup. He'd have Timmy on his monthly weekend home and then experience total freedom and live it up while away for three weeks. Big bro thought he'd enjoy his freedom on base immensely. But during his time on base, he only thought about getting back to his boy Master. His life now centered around his little 120-pound, twink brother. Both felt that was a good thing. They kissed again, romantically, as they felt each other up. "Now, let's take a selfie," Timmy said. "I want you to have a photo of us to keep at your base." Then he joked, "Feel free to share it with your Marine buddies. (This photo is on GayTies.com To find it, after you sign up, click on "Home Page," then "Find Member," then type in "BruceDarkforce" then click "OK," then click on the photo of me. Above my photo, click on "Pictures." There you will see Kyle and Timmy's photo.) Timmy smiled and looked into Kyle's eye, "I love you, my big-muscled, ass-licking, cock-sucking, fagot, slave stud." "I love you too," Kyle replied, "my demanding skinny, bitch-fucking, sadistic little twerp, boy Master." The End Write me, Bruce Darkforce, at gaydic@gmail.com and tell me how you like this completed story... if you did. And please support Nifty.com